I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 517: Massage at the Munich Theater

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The church rang the bell at seven.

A melodious symphony reverberates in the opera house across the street from Munich University. The Comeen Orchestra from Vienna, Austria, presented an exquisite performance to the audience. Under the leadership of the conductor, all the players bowed to the audience.

Sim, sitting on the special seat of the Opera House, and the President of Austria chatted happily with each other while taking advantage of the gap between the curtains.

"A very good performance, the guy Evelyn will definitely feel sorry for his early exit."

Heinz Philel smiled very gentleman, "I will tell you the leader of the Kermien Orchestra, I am sure they will be honored by the praise of the German President. Speaking of, the next performance What is it? "

"Opera" Turandot ", a masterpiece by the famous Italian composer Giacomo Puccini, performed by the Berliner Orchestra, you can look forward to it." Sim raised his legs and teased sideways. .

The curtain opened again, and the bonfire lit the stage. Under the low, trumpet-like track, the nomadic actors dressed up from behind the scenes. The beautiful and ruthless Princess Turandot of the Yuan Dynasty solemnly and solemnly ordered to the people that if a man could guess her three riddles, she would marry him.

Countless admirers fell under the butcher's butcher's knife. Under the smoke, the chaotic atmosphere was vividly created.

At this moment, a young man dressed in black Jiake and with a black scarf on his face played the violin and walked on stage quickly. Sim, who was originally indulged in the opera, frowned slightly, and he couldn't remember the appearance of such a violinist in Turandot.

On the stage, two officers and soldiers stepped forward, holding him with their swords and guns, just like other martyrs. Looking at the young man, Turandot's frozen pretty face was slightly surprised. She couldn't remember such an episode in the plot.

The masked young man smiled at the crowd actors and opened the violin box ...

Then took the MP7 submachine gun hidden in the box with ease!

When no one responded, he suddenly shot the "comrades" in front of him and shouted the slogan of the holy war.

"An-la-!"

At the same time, he smiled at the audience and pulled the trigger.

Blood fluttering in the air.

The piercing screams overwhelmed the bullets. The audience in the front row was immediately swept away by the bullets. The singing of the opera came to an abrupt halt, and the actors ran backstage in fright, rushing towards the safe passage.

Then another terrorist, who was grinning, was grinning.

The opera house was in a mess, the man abandoned his female companion, and the woman dropped her high heels. When everyone rushed to the exit, a warrior stood up and protected the children, women and children behind him, but soon he died under the attacker's gun.

Sim, who was sitting in the special seat, simply got under the table, and the bodyguard standing beside the two presidents immediately pulled out his pistol and held the door of the room.

"Damn, what's going on? Is there a fear in the show. The attack response exercise ring?" Heinz said pale, hiding behind the sofa.

"This joke is not funny at all. Don't worry, the German security forces are outside." Although Sim's face was equally ugly, he had calmed down now.

As president, although he does not have much decision-making power, he still knows the money the Ministry of Defense spends on counter-terrorism every year. The people of the ninth brigade of the frontier guards are also the elites among the elites. It is nothing to face a few terrorists!

Just as the two presidents and a deputy prime minister were waiting for rescue, there was already a mess outside.

"Munich Opera House suffered a terrorist attack. There were six gunmen. Repeat, Munich Opera House ..."

Police and special forces deployed outside the Opera House quickly broke into the theatre and engaged in cross-fire with terrorists. The smoke alarm sounded great, the gunshots kept coming, and the scene was chaotic and abnormal.

Fortunately, the ninth brigade of the German Border Guards was present. They were the elite of the whole of Germany.

Unfortunately, the other party hijacked the opera house staff and actors. Even the ninth brigade had to cast a taboo.

"Norson, what are you guys waiting for! They have only six people, and quickly attack me." Casper, who arrived at the scene, snatched the intercom and command, and he did not care about the media The wig blown away in front of him shouted at the intercom.

"Sir, but they hijacked the crew of the opera--" After crouching in the bunker, Nelson responded calmly to the sir.

"Idiot, I'll limit you to attack within 2 minutes!"

"But sir, there are 57 hostages in it."

"No, but they are terrorists, and our president is inside! The President of Austria is also inside! Attack, now!"

"... received."

Taking a deep breath, Norson clenched his fist against his companion, then swung down heavily, making a strong attack.

Speaking of this, there is nothing to be worried about. Even with 57 hostages dead, the two presidents must be rescued.

The attack begins!

......

On the lawn in front of the chapel at the University of Munich, the international student party continues. However, with Jiang Chen's exit, college students other than Chinese students gradually began to exit. When the students and journalists who had nothing to do with the party left, the lawn was suddenly empty.

At the moment, the side entrance of the chapel.

Jiang Chen let go of Evelyn's hand and looked at him inquiringly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Deputy Prime Minister, do you have any questions?"

"No problem, just shocked by the future picture in Mr. Jiang Chen's speech, I can't help but want to communicate with you. Tonight I am attending this party in the name of a graduate of Munich University, please call me Eve Lin is fine. "Evelyn smiled friendly.

The German Deputy Chancellor was very talkative, and Jiang Chen was also very happy to make friends with these government officials, so he chatted with him. For the VR and AR technologies mentioned in Jiang Chen's speech, as well as the pure electric vehicle field that Future Group is about to step into, the science-born deputy prime minister showed strong interest.

Just when the two talked about investment-related matters, the secretary standing behind him answered the phone, and suddenly his face changed dramatically. Putting the phone away, he walked quickly to Evelyn's side and whispered a few words.

Evelyn changed his face after hearing the secretary ’s whisper, and looked at Jiang Chen apologetically.

"Unfortunately, our conversation had to stop here, and there was a small situation outside."

"It doesn't matter, it still matters." Jiang Chen smiled.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly as he watched Evelyn and others leave. Although he didn't understand German, he heard a faint smell from the bodyguard's whisper to Evelyn.

Recalling Carmen ’s early return to him in the morning, an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang Chen?"

At this moment, some crappy Chinese came from behind him.

Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the thin, tall man walking towards him.

The messy curly hair glowed a little under the light, and the black under the eyelid did not know whether it was a deep eye socket or a pouch. Except for the frenzy that flashed in the pupil, the whole person looked very unconscious .

"Yes, are you?"

"Amos Kimberley, PhD from the University of Munich." The man smiled a little shyly, showing his white teeth, and reached out and Jiang Chen shook his hand. "That's right, about you in the speech. Can I ask in detail about the classification of primary, intermediate, and advanced artificial intelligence mentioned? Why should we use the three stages of logical response, self-compilation, and emotion as the artificial intelligence classification standard? Can you please explain in detail? "

"Did I mention it?" Jiang Chen asked in surprise.

Amos definitely nodded. He was sure that he had not missed a word.

Khan, have you talked too much about impromptu speech ...

Jiang Chen couldn't help but look at the eager expression on Amos's face.

"Most of the current artificial intelligence programs stay at the level of logical response. Whether it is IBM or Future Group, the application of artificial intelligence remains at this level. The program makes logic according to the logic rules formulated by humans. Response. This is the primary artificial intelligence and the safest artificial intelligence. "

"I can't agree with your point of view. In the forefront of technology, there have been many research results that can complete the self-compilation function you proposed, and even simulate human feelings." Amos raised an objection.

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said.

"It is normal for you to have objections. The standards are set by people. But here I have to correct your point of view, that is, what I mean by self-compilation does not refer to self-compilation in a broad sense. You can think of it as thinking. Not thinking out of serving human beings and fulfilling the tasks set by human beings, but thinking about what you and I are doing now. Are you sure that the current technology can do it? "

In response to Jiang Chen ’s question, Amos was stunned and lost in thought.

After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Then did you do it?"

Sigh, Jiang Chen said.

"Sorry, Mr. Amos, these are business secrets, and I ca n’t tell you more."

Speaking, facing the disappointed expression of Amos, Jiang Chen paused, took a business card from his pocket with a smile, and handed it to his hand.

"If you are interested, you can join us. We can't teach you technology for free, but if you are willing to share your knowledge for our ideals, we welcome your participation."

After talking, Jiang Chen turned to the chapel regardless of the stunned expression on Amos's face. (To be continued.)