This was also evident with the two artificial intelligences.
In just over ten seconds, a torrent of data was generated.
"Firewall breached. Decrypted information is Shakespeare's short story collection, The Tempest."
"Firewall breached. Decrypted information is the rock album Shoot to Thrill, released by the Australian band AC/DC in 1980."
Watos and J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voices sounded almost simultaneously.
There might have been less than a second's difference between them, but given that both AIs used the same computing power, it was enough to show their comparable performance in communication.
Tony's expression couldn't help but change.
He had always been extremely confident in his own abilities, so much so that his entire demeanor bordered on arrogance.
This didn't mean he disrespected others—though he didn't think much of most people and saw no need to respect them—but he did respect a select few, especially those who achieved top results in their respective fields.
Because in those areas, Tony felt he might not be able to surpass them.
But in his own field, Tony Stark had absolute confidence that he was the best.
Now, however, it seemed someone could compete with him in one or two aspects.
That shouldn't be right! Why didn't I notice Watt's technical prowess had reached this level before?
Could it be that he was hiding it?
Tony quickly recalled all his past interactions with Watt.
It seemed Watt hadn't previously shown talent in AI, only decent biology and math skills, and engineering and physics skills that were barely super-elite.
It looks like he really was hiding some of his abilities.
If not for this incident, he probably would have continued to bury his secrets.
Is it a defense against potential unknown threats from the outside world, or ambition driving him to achieve certain goals?
Qingshui didn't know that Tony's conjectures were gradually aligning with a certain Black Halogen Egg. Instead, he continued, "Now you've seen Watos's capabilities, haven't you? Even if my computing power reserves aren't as good as yours, they still amount to thousands of TFLOPs. Paired with Watos, theoretically no human network team can resist, unless the other side isn't ordinary either and has a strong AI with performance close to Watos.
And its existence is precisely linked to that nuclear missile that even Nick Fury couldn't order to be stopped, working for the individual or organization behind it.
In other words, there's a force with powerful AI, capable of bypassing Nick Fury to launch a nuclear missile, that wants your life, mine, and those of Banner, Steve, and Thor, and they're willing to let all of New York be buried with us."
Under Qingshui's deliberate guidance, Stark finally truly realized the gravity of the situation.
"I think you can understand that such a deranged organization is a huge threat, not just to us, but to everyone in this world."
Qingshui put on a sincere expression as he spoke to Tony.
"I understand. I'll help you. This is helping myself, and more importantly, helping everyone. Also, according to what you said, Nick Fury and his subordinates are no longer trustworthy. However, Romanoff and Agent Barton can be selectively trusted, because they were unaware when the nuclear missile was launched, and they were also in New York with us."
Tony spoke thoughtfully, his expression serious.
Just then, a noisy ringing sound broke out.
Qingshui pulled his phone from his collar.
"What are you two secretly talking about? Didn't you say there was going to be a celebration banquet here at Nine Orchards? We've arrived."
Natasha's voice came through the phone.
"We'll be right there. We were just contacting New York's best chef team."
Qingshui said into the phone.
"J.A.R.V.I.S., contact New York's best chef team."
Tony said after Qingshui hung up.
"No need. New York's best chef team was already hired by me when I bought Nine Orchards."
Qingshui tilted his head and spread his hands towards Stark.
"Alright."
...
Half an hour later.
In the opulent grand hall of the Nine Orchards Hotel, one of New York's top hotels.
"Another one!"
Thor cheered, throwing his goblet to the floor.
"To victory! Another one!"
"To Asgard, another one!"
"To... to Loki's defeat, another one!"
Tied up in the chair behind Thor, Loki watched Thor frantically making excuses to drink, his eyes filled with resentment.
As the second prince of Asgard, he'd be fine even if he didn't eat for a month.
But seeing Thor and a bunch of rough men enjoying a lavish feast while he was tied there, just watching, unable to even speak—Loki couldn't describe how frustrated he felt.
"Thor, you don't need slogans to smash glasses. Just drink. There's plenty of alcohol."
Captain America and Thor clinked their glasses.
"Haha, I've had drinks from many places, and yours are a bit weaker than what Sif and my mother brew in Asgard, but I really like this unique taste. It's just not strong enough; one glass isn't satisfying. Next time, I'll bring you some thousand-year-aged liquor from Asgard!" Thor boomed with laughter.
Qingshui glanced at the bottle in front of Thor.
Spirytus Rektyfikowany, a famous Polish liquor, distilled over seventy times, with an alcohol content higher than medical alcohol, reaching 96%. It was known as the "Water of Life."
And he calls that not strong enough?
Tony popped a piece of food into his mouth, then approached Loki with a glass of brandy and a mischievous expression.
"Care for some rabbit meat? I promise it'll be a lady rabbit, perhaps even a princess among rabbits."
Loki immediately remembered Tony's repeated puns on his name and glared at Tony, his eyes wide. His muffled cries escaped from his restrained mouth, and his face turned beet red.
"Aha! Loki! My brother! I almost forgot about you!" Thor tore a drumstick off a roasted chicken, released the device covering Loki's mouth, and thrust the drumstick in front of him.
"This is your celebration for defeating me, Thor. You think…"
"So, you don't want to eat it?"
Loki silently opened his mouth and bit off a piece of meat, staring at Thor, then at Tony, as if he were biting into their flesh.
"Ha! Loki, I knew you were still mischievous." Thor burped, patting his stomach.
"Guys, are we, at this point, considered a team?" Qingshui suddenly asked.
It was time to formalize this arrangement quickly and gain Fortune.
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