Subscription ratio is 70%, 72h, Thank you for your cooperation for several days, Lania is addicted to sucking cars. When she saw the shuttle vehicles on the road, she would stop and watch, and her claws in her pocket were tightly clenched, and her breathing became a little rapid.

...If it weren't for the owner and the surveillance monitor, she would probably have lifted the front cover to see what the engine looked like.

Whenever I see this scene, Jarvis can't help but wonder, what is the difference between this behavior and the core code being looked at by stripping off the external structure of artificial intelligence?

In human terms, these are all serious sexual harassment, right???

However, while being addicted to sucking cars, Rania conscientiously fulfilled the agreement that could not be called the agreement.

——Become a better person than the self in the past.

"Better" is a very vague standard. At least what Tony Stark thought of when he said this sentence was definitely different from what Jarvis said when he explained to Lania. For Stark, who has always hidden his face behind the steel armor for many years, there are certainly many hidden pains that he is unwilling to say behind "Better", but for Lania, who doesn't even know who he is, the thing represented by this word is much simpler.

After delivering the takeaway, Lania talked to Mike, then left the house and planned to stroll around New York, looking for some inspiration.

"Look for something you like to do," Jarvis told her.

"I know." Rania's reflection of herself at the window glass made a "ok" gesture.

This action is meaningless, but Lania hopes that her siri can be seen in this way, although this seems to be too demanding for intelligent programs. Siri is not artificial intelligence after all, and it is impossible to understand the expectations of humans in betting under empathy.

Rania was thinking about things, but she didn't pay much attention to walking. She followed the abortion across the road and was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Hello, Miss, do you know where 'Casablanca' is?"

Rania blinked blankly: "…West ​​Bank of Morocco?"

The other party laughed.

"Thank you, but if possible, we hope there is a Casablanca in New York."

The one who called her was a couple, not very young and looked like British - a very typical gentleman and lady, her husband held a wooden black umbrella in his hand, and his wife surrounded her black and white square scarf, both of them with faint smiles.

They will never be able to grow old, but their elegant and calm temperament in their behavior makes people feel respectful involuntarily.

Rania immediately realized whether the other party was referring to the city, but the name of the store. She glanced at the screen and quickly searched for a nearby Moroccan restaurant called "Casablanca".

"Turn right, three hundred and forty feet, left, six hundred feet, to your left."

The couple thanked her politely and left together.

Rania watched their figures disappear into the corner, and after a long time, she moved her somewhat stiff body.

“…Jarvis.”

She said to herself in a dream-like novel tone: "I helped them."

"Yes, Rania."

Rania stared at the street corner for a long time.

She seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming in her heart.

"I found something I like." she murmured.

...

Not far away, the old couple was whispering.

"Is her way of looking at people a bit like Charlie?"

“Isn’t this very interesting?”

They walked into the dining room, closed the glass-shaped wooden door, covering the rest of their words.

...

Manhattan District, Clinton.

"Bang bang bang!"

The bullet crashed into the cloak, and in the strange buzzing sound, it was like satellites, circling around the red cloak.

Rania raised her right hand from her cloak and shot at the man who shot an empty magazine opposite.

A golden light flew away from her fingertips and penetrated into the man's body. His ferocious expression suddenly froze. Rania immediately ran over and carefully pinched his neck. After a few seconds, he fell softly backwards.

The lethality of the light bomb is not as good as that of a real bullet, and it can hardly cause much physical damage. However, after testing, Rania found that it is very useful not only for mechanical creations, but also for living creatures. Basically, as long as the light bomb is hit, the consciousness will be dazed. The time for persistence to wake up can probably be extended by willpower, but in the end they will faint.

Although it doesn't seem to be very effective for humans...

Put down the attempted robbery on the other side, Rania squatted beside him, confirming that he was still breathing, then clicked on Twitter "nearby" and skillfully reported the user. Jarvis also skillfully began to retrieve the other party's tweets.

This is the seventh criminal she reported tonight. I don’t know how others feel, but Rania feels quite depressed anyway.

After finding something she likes, she naturally has to start doing it. Rania can help others from around her, and she also likes to save the kitten from the tree... But since she has that ability, it is certainly not impossible to do more.

She caught the bullets that had fallen due to the loss of centripetal force, and metal bullets disappeared into her palms in an instant.

A lot of ammunition was replenished this night...

Rania thought, opened [Spider-Man: Extreme] and tied the man up with spider silk. The fainting caused by pinching the neck and pressing the artery after pinching the back of the neck would not last too long. It would be bad if he ran away before the police came.

It's just...it's more like Spider-Man.

I hope he doesn't mind. Rania is worried.

In the dark, she didn't know that her decision made the little spider who was suddenly "been" elusive, and made Mr. Stark, who was trying to find evidence of two Spider-Man, collapse more...

After packing up the scene, Rania was about to leave when suddenly Jarvis spoke out: "Rania, I think we found something interesting."

He said: "I guess you still remember that I said that there might be surprises when tracking through the channels of refrigeration warehouses."

Dragon Blood.

Rania remembered.

Even if she no longer sticks to the answer, continuing to pursue can help others, right?

Rania decided to find someone this time and directly report it. She asked: "Does he know something?"

“There are some special guests on 39th Street recently.”

Getting the exact address, Rania lowered her hood and blended into the night of Hell's Kitchen.

...

"The last transaction failed halfway! Now we don't have the time to deliver this item to the headquarters. We will carry it to the warehouse to lock it. We will wait until the transaction is over. You can take good care of it."

The branch head waved to disperse his subordinates, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows, then closed the door and left the small building.

Shortly after he left, a man suddenly spitted.

"...Any security force like that can fail, and he can't sit in this position for long," he said with a sneer.

"It's a few months later," his companion murmured, "to move the things down first."

Several people discussed it, slowly lifted the goods wrapped in cloth, and moved small steps towards the stairs in the basement, as if they were putting a balloon full of water on the tip of the needle.

This cargo is not the same system as what they handled before. For ordinary people who are incapable, it is almost more dangerous than a hundred nuclear bombs. Therefore, even if there are no mistakes so far, they still have to be careful.

"Dongdong."

Just as the basement was only one step away, the door suddenly rang.

Several people looked at each other, and the man who had complained before made a fuss to his companion.

"Go and have a look."

His companion put down the cargo, carried the loaded gun behind his back, and looked outside through the cat's eyes: "A girl. No companion."
Chapter completed!