amaotonovel Chapter 3556 Edge of Tomorrow (2)
Chapter 3556 Edge of Tomorrow (2)
Chapter 3556 Edge of Tomorrow (Part )
"You mean, an evil artificial intelligence created by an advanced alien civilization is wandering the solar system right now, and the Justice League is off duty, so you want me to solve this problem?"
The person on the other end seemed to be talking a lot. Amanda, holding the phone, sighed deeply.
"Well, you know, I can't deal with this kind of enemy without sufficient authority..."
The person on the other end of the phone said something else, which made Amanda frown and show a hint of anger on her face.
"Listen, Claude. The original purpose of the establishment of the Federation Shield was to resolve supernatural incidents within the Federation. You want me to fight aliens. Let's not talk about whether I have the ability to do so. Even if I do, if the departments don't cooperate with me, what can I do?"
"I don't want to know what difficulties you have, and this is not a deal. Your full support is a necessary condition for achieving my goal. If you can't do it, then ask for help from someone else!"
Amanda hung up the phone, still looking annoyed. She walked around the office and cursed those congressmen in her heart.
The Federal Shield has been in a somewhat awkward position since its inception.
Most of the members Amanda can hire are not very strong. They are sufficient to deal with ordinary people, but when they participate in various supernatural events, their survival rate and the probability of successfully resolving the events are not very high, so they have not received much funding.
Moreover, the police, army and guard forces in various places were unwilling to cooperate, not to mention the FBI, which made their actions even more difficult.
But in the final analysis, it was because Amanda was not good at selecting talents. Powerful people with super powers would be somewhat out of control, so Amanda was unwilling to use them; but those who would obey her were either trash or demanding too much.
In short, since the establishment of this organization, no major incidents have been resolved.
The FBI can handle the less harmful supernatural incidents, while the Justice League can handle the more harmful ones. They are stuck in the middle, and it is really hard to get a good result.
This also made Amanda's position somewhat awkward. The FBI and state police and guards at all levels disliked her, thinking that the federal shield took away their law enforcement power.
The local police stations that needed to call on them for support thought that the people they brought were not strong enough, and that the problem was not solved efficiently and effectively, leaving them with a huge mess that might be more troublesome than if they had solved the problem themselves.
The Justice League doesn't need them either. Lex can handle all the execution issues himself, without going through any middlemen, which makes them even more useless.
However, this situation improved after the economic crisis.
The mercenaries on the Black Island could not get any orders, so they all returned to their homes, but some of them were wanted criminals and had no land to farm in their hometowns. They could not make money from petty thefts, and they had to live in fear every day.
The group accepted Amanda's offer. Although the pay was low and the work was heavy, it was still a stable job, better than going hungry.
Because the employment environment is so bad, Amanda can hire someone much better than before for the same price.
For example, the Deadshot was originally a first-line mercenary. He earned hundreds of thousands of dollars for each mission and lived a life of luxury and debauchery.
But since the Great Depression, the number of orders has dropped drastically, and he has not received any orders for three months. He is ready to change his career and become a shooting instructor. Amanda gave him 4,000 yuan a month and helped him pay for insurance, so he went to work happily.
Another example is Deathstroke, the world's number one mercenary. Every time he takes action, there is bloodshed. He used to claim that he would never cooperate with law enforcement agencies, but now he has honestly accepted the security mission of Federal Shield and has changed from a killer to a deliveryman.
There are countless examples like this. In this day and age, if someone can provide you with a job, they are already very kind. Although Amanda is not very capable, she is not stingy. She even pays for your insurance. What else can you choose from such a job?
Having acquired many powerful employees, Amanda naturally wanted to make further progress. However, it was a bit embarrassing that the earth was quite peaceful recently and there were no opportunities to show herself.
Although the price of these powerful members is not high, it is much higher than that of the previous gang of idiots, and they all need budget to support them. If you can't show your ability, how can you ask Congress for more budget?
Amanda had no choice but to follow Nick's old path, which was to solve problems on her own and transfer funds from one hand to the other.
But there is still a problem, that is, the level of the Federal Shield is not high enough. Unlike S.H.I.E.L.D., they are decisive in parachuting into any place to solve any task, and once their credentials are shown, all outsiders will retreat.
Federal Shield is not even as powerful as the United Nations, and is not even directly under the jurisdiction of the federal government. It is an outsourced organization of the FBI. How could the state police and the guard, who are used to being overbearing, cooperate?
Therefore, Amanda has been committed to improving the level of the Federal Shield. Not to mention being directly under the jurisdiction of the United Nations, it should at least be on the same level as the FBI and can require unconditional cooperation from local departments.
But it is not that simple. If you want Congress to see your value, you have to accomplish something big. But if you are not at the right level and are constrained everywhere, you can't accomplish anything big, and naturally you can't go any further. Isn't this a vicious circle?
While Amanda was thinking about a solution in her office, the FBI called. The other party explained Brainiac's situation and although they also said that Federal Shield should take action, they kept silent when the benefits were mentioned.
Amanda didn't hold out much hope. She thought that the Justice League would have to intervene in the end. Aliens and the like were still too far away from them.
Just as she sat back at her desk unwillingly, her phone rang again. This time, she picked up the phone and heard a slightly anxious voice from the other end:
"Ms. Waller, come to Washington immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on Amanda's office door. He looked up at the door and slammed the phone on the table. The secretary rushed in and said, "An electronic life has hacked into the congressional meeting system and released a video in the Capitol!"
Amanda took the tablet from the secretary and saw a translucent figure with green skin on the screen, smiling at the camera.
"Hello, humans. It's a pleasure to meet you here." Brainiac's voice echoed in the spacious conference hall of the Capitol. People looked up, gray-haired politicians pushed up their glasses, and middle-aged congressmen frowned.
"I am also very happy to find such a beautiful planet in the vast sea of stars in the universe. I think your hometown is very valuable for collection. If you are willing to accept my rule, I will make this place the center of cosmic civilization."
The camera suddenly shook and turned to behind Brainiac. Behind him was a complex machine that looked like some kind of supercomputer.
At this moment, images from all over the world flashed across countless screens, as if all activities of human civilization were under his surveillance.
Suddenly, all the screens turned into snowflakes. When they reappeared, the faces of everyone in the parliament hall appeared on every screen, with their names above their heads.
"I hope you won't object to this," Brainiac said, "or I'll teach you that the most important thing in matters like this is to take care of yourself. You understand me, don't you?"
The same image appeared not only in the U.S. Congress, but also in government agencies in various countries around the world, except that the people on the screen were different.
"I know some of you will agree with me." Brainiac began to pace in front of the screen, as if he was thinking, even making a compassionate gesture.
"I'll call these people you see leaders. Do you think they're doing a good job?"
"Some people may think that's not bad. But you're wrong. Because from the data I've collected, they're not good to you."
"You have such a beautiful planet, but most people can't even enjoy one ten-thousandth of this beauty. They are trapped in their own little place every day, earning a meager salary and running around."
"This is the consequence of letting you rule yourselves. You don't understand data, you don't understand fairness, and as long as you are above others, you will definitely not do more for your compatriots. On the contrary, you will be asked to take a lot from you, which has led to the current situation."
"From the data I have collected, your life has become even worse in recent times. It can be said to be extremely miserable."
"There are many creatures in the universe, but few can make their own lives as miserable as you do. I think you just lack a leader who is rational and fair enough."
"I can introduce myself to you. But don't worry, I won't be like the leader of the Earth, who only speaks empty words. When I rule the Earth, I can use my huge computing power to calculate the resources needed by everyone and distribute them to everyone fairly."
"Let me demonstrate." Brainiac waved his hand, and a larger screen popped up next to him, with a man's face appearing on the screen.
A man in the parliament hall widened his eyes because the person who appeared on the screen was him.
"This Mr. Luo Fei is the owner of a pharmaceutical company. He owns 28 properties, has three wives, six children, and currently has two mistresses. He just gave one of his mistresses a watch worth $60."
"And this one..." Brainiac waved his hand again, and a black woman appeared on the screen. She looked to be in her 30s, but her face was tired, and her cloudy eyes were full of red bloodshot.
"A single mother from Pennsylvania, working in a laundry, earns less than $600 a month, but has to pay $80 a week in rent and feed a child."
"Her daughter was a little malnourished recently, so she stole a small can of protein powder worth $16 from a nearby supermarket and was thrown in jail for it. Because she couldn't pay the bail, her daughter was sent to an orphanage. Recently, she broke a bone due to osteoporosis, but no one treated her."
"How blatantly unfair this is," Brainiac said, holding out his hands. "You humans are powerless to correct this situation. It is the result of your life form. Each of you thinks only of yourself, with no sympathy or compassion for your fellow man."
"So now, I have to redistribute the wealth between the two." Brainiac snapped his fingers.
Another picture appeared on the screen, which was a transfer notification on the bank interface. $60 was transferred directly from the congressman's account to the mother's account.
This was followed by a picture of the bail money being received, a large number of shopping orders for nutritional products, and a transaction contract for a luxury house.
"Look, I will take good care of each of you." Brainiac smiled and said, "I know you are democratic, so if you agree that I should rule the earth, send me a text message. I will publish the content of the text message every Sunday night."
"This is my phone number. Don't worry, I will receive any text messages you send to this number. Those idiots can't stop me."