Chapter 517 Tragedy at the Munich Theater

The church bell rang seven o'clock.

The opera house, two streets away from the University of Munich, echoes with melodious symphony. The Comien Orchestra from Vienna, Austria, presented a superb performance to the audience. Under the leadership of the conductor, all the musicians bowed to the audience.

Taking advantage of the gap between the acts, Sim and the Austrian President, who were sitting in the special seats of the opera house, chatted happily with each other.

"A very good performance, that guy Evelyn will be regretting his early exit."

Heinz Feiler smiled very gentlemanly and said, "I will tell the leader of the Comien Orchestra for you. I believe they will be extremely honored to receive the praise from the German President. Speaking of which, what is the next performance? Up?"

"The opera 'Turandot' is a masterpiece by the famous Italian composer Giacomo Puccini. It will be performed by the Berlin State Orchestra. You can look forward to it." Sim crossed his legs and teased sideways.

The curtain was reopened, a bonfire lit up the stage, and actors dressed as nomads filed out from behind the scenes to the low, horn-like music. Turandot, the beautiful and cold princess of the Yuan Dynasty, solemnly and solemnly ordered her people that if any man could guess her three riddles, she would marry him.

Countless admirers fell under the butcher's knife of the officers and soldiers. Under the smoke screen, the chaotic atmosphere was vividly created.

At this moment, a young man wearing black armor and a black scarf on his face walked slowly onto the stage holding a violin. Sim, who was originally immersed in the opera, frowned slightly. He did not remember that there was such a violinist in "Turandot".

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

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

Then he calmly took out the MP7 submachine gun hidden in the box!

Before anyone could react, he shot down the "officers and soldiers" in front of him with two sudden shots and shouted the slogan of holy war.

"calm down--!"

at the same time. He grinned at the audience and pulled the trigger.

Blood was flying in the air.

The ear-piercing screams overwhelmed the explosion of bullets. Caught off guard, the audience in the front row was immediately swept away by the bullets fired.

The music of the opera stopped abruptly, and the actors ran backstage in terror. Rush towards the safe passage.

Then he bumped into another terrorist who was firing the gun and grinning...

There was chaos in the opera house. The men abandoned their female companions and the women abandoned their high heels. When everyone rushed to the exit, a warrior stood up. He protected the children, women and children behind him, but he was soon killed by the attacker's gun.

Sim, who was sitting in the special seat, simply got under the table. The bodyguard standing next to the two presidents immediately pulled out the pistol in his arms and guarded the door of the room.

"Damn it, what's going on? Is there a terrorist attack response drill in the show?" Heinz said with a pale face while 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 at this moment.

As the president, although he does not have much decision-making power, he does have a lot of money spent by the Department of Defense on counter-terrorism every year. He still knew it well. The people of the Ninth Brigade of the Border Guard are among the elites in the world. Facing a few terrorists is nothing!

While the two presidents and a deputy prime minister were waiting for rescue, there was chaos outside.

"The Munich Opera House suffered a terrorist attack. Six gunmen were involved. I repeat, the Munich Opera House..."

Police and special forces deployed outside the opera house quickly broke into the theater and exchanged gunfire with the terrorists. Smoke alarms were ringing loudly, gunshots were heard, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Fortunately, the Ninth Brigade of the German Border Guards was present, and they were the elite of the entire Germany.

Unfortunately. The other party held the opera house staff and actors hostage. Even the Ninth Brigade had to use the rat weapon.

"Norson, what are your people waiting for! There are only six of them, let me get in quickly." Casper, who rushed to the scene, grabbed the walkie-talkie and command authority. Not caring about the wig that was blown away in front of the media, he yelled into the intercom.

"Sir, but they held hostage the crew of the Opera House -" Nolsen calmly replied to the officer while crouching behind the bunker.

"Idiot, I give you 2 minutes to attack!"

"But sir, there are 57 hostages inside."

"No but. They are terrorists, and our president is inside! The president of Austria is inside too! Attack now!"

"……receive."

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

When it comes to this, there is nothing to worry about. Even if all 57 hostages are killed, the presidents of the two countries must be rescued.

The attack begins!

…

On the lawn in front of the chapel of the University of Munich, the international students' party is still going on. However, with Jiang Chen’s withdrawal, college students other than Chinese international students gradually began to withdraw. When the students and reporters who had nothing to do with the party left, the lawn suddenly became much emptier.

At this moment, the side entrance of the chapel.

Jiang Chen let go of Evelin's hand and looked at him questioningly.

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

"No problem, I was just shocked by the future picture in Mr. Jiang Chen's speech and couldn't help but want to communicate with you. I am attending this party tonight in the name of a graduate of the University of Munich. Please call me Evelyn. ." Evelin smiled friendly.

The German Vice Chancellor was very talkative, and Jiang Chen was happy to make friends with these important government officials, so he started chatting with him. The vice-premier who was born in science showed strong interest in the VR and AR technologies mentioned in Jiang Chen's speech, as well as the pure electric vehicle field that Futureman Group is about to enter.

Just as the two were chatting about investment-related matters, the secretary standing behind him answered the phone and his expression suddenly changed. Putting away the phone, he quickly walked to Evelin's side and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Hearing the secretary's whisper, Evelin's expression changed and she looked at Jiang Chen apologetically.

"Unfortunately, our conversation has to end here. There is a little situation outside."

"It doesn't matter, business matters are more important." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Seeing Evelin and others leaving, Jiang Chen frowned slightly. Although he couldn't understand German, he could faintly detect something unusual from what the bodyguard whispered to Evelin.

Recalling Carmen's words to him in the morning to come back early, he felt an ominous premonition lingering in his mind.

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

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

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

The messy curly hair shone a little bit under the light, and the darkness under the eyelids was either the deep sockets or the bags under the eyes. Apart from the fanaticism flashing in the pupils, the whole person looked very lethargic.

"Yes, you are?"

"Amos Kimberly, PhD from the University of Munich." The man smiled shyly, showing his white teeth, and stretched out his hand to shake Jiang Chen's hand, "That's it, about what you mentioned in your speech Can I ask in detail about the classification of primary, intermediate, and advanced artificial intelligence? Why are the three stages of logical response, self-compilation, and emotion used as the artificial intelligence classification standards? Can you please explain in detail?"

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

Amos nodded affirmatively. He was sure that he didn't miss a word.

Sweat, is this impromptu speech too much...

Seeing the eager expression on Amos' face, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Most of the current artificial intelligence programs stay at the logical response level. Whether it is IBM or Future Group, the application of artificial intelligence stays at this level. The program makes logical responses based on the logical rules established by humans. This is primary artificial intelligence and the safest artificial intelligence.”

"I cannot agree with your point of view. In the cutting-edge field of science and technology, there are already many research results that can complete the self-compiling function you proposed, and can even simulate human emotions." Amos raised objections.

Jiang Chen thought for a moment and then said.

"It's normal for you to have objections. Standards are set by people. But here I have to correct you on one point, that is, what I mean by self-compilation does not mean self-compilation in a broad sense. How should I say it? You can Understand it as thinking. It is not thinking out of serving mankind and completing the tasks set by mankind, but thinking about what you and I are doing now. Are you sure that the current technology can do it?"

Facing Jiang Chen's question, Amos was obviously stunned for a moment and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Then you did it?"

Jiang Chen sighed and said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Amos, these are corporate secrets. I can't tell you more."

With that said, facing Amos's disappointed expression, Jiang Chen paused, smiled, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to his hand.

"If you are interested, you can join us. It is impossible for us to teach you our technology for free, but if you are willing to share your knowledge for our ideals, we welcome you to join."

After saying that, Jiang Chen ignored the astonished expression on Amos' face and turned around and walked towards the chapel. (To be continued.) () "I Have a Suite in the End of the World" only represents the views of the author Chenxing LL. If its content is found to be in violation of national laws, please delete it. Our position is only committed to providing healthy and green information. Reading platform. 【】,thank you all!