People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Now, with two elders supporting the bombing of Miami, the situation is dire...

Snowwell Milden had a headache, and his eyes sharpened as he looked at the other two elders who hadn't yet spoken, "What do you two say?"

“I support you,” one of the elders said.

That makes it 2-2.

The attitude of the last elder was particularly crucial.

So, naturally, the four elders, including Snowwell Milden, as well as Elder Ricky, all looked at the last elder.

The last elder, cigar in mouth and seemingly nonchalant, casually exhaled a puff before speaking to Snowwell Milden, asking, "Milden, attacking Miami doesn't guarantee we'll get the Samaritans..."

"I think that when the time comes, that madman Ding Ze will definitely destroy the Samaritans."

"Unless, the machine can help us capture the Samaritans."

"Has Harold given a definite reply?"

The meaning behind these words is actually quite clear.

In short, if the machine doesn't help, then let's bomb Miami.

This is both good news and bad news for Snowwell Milden.

However, Snowwell Milden did understand, so he nodded and said, "I'll make a call to Harold."

***************

new York

Harold Finch is an incredibly conflicted person. Even though he knows the situation is so dire it's almost unbelievable, he's still incredibly conflicted and unsure whether or not to let Machine participate in this war.

Just then, my phone rang; it was an email from Snowwell Milden.

Harold Finch opened the email with some confusion.

The email contained a video, or more precisely, a video of Ding Ze's previous speech.

Harold Finch pressed play, and as he watched, his expression naturally grew increasingly grim, and his brows furrowed more and more deeply.

read it.

Jesus!

I had only ever heard that Ding Ze was a mad killer, but I never imagined that Ding Ze would be so ruthless as Harold Finch. I was deeply shocked!

Murder the whole family? Everyone you care about has to be killed?

What kind of demon is this?!

Such a demon deserves to die; otherwise, how many innocent people in this world would have died because of Ding Ze...?

Harold couldn't believe it and gritted his teeth.

At that moment, Snowwell Milden called, "Harold, have you watched that video?"

Harold nodded. "I've finished reading it."

“The Samaritans will be online around tomorrow. Can you imagine how many people Ding Ze will kill using the Samaritans?” Snowwell-Milden said calmly. “Harold, it’s time to make a decision.”

Harold knew what was going on. After a two-second silence, he nodded. "I've made my decision. I'll ask the machine for your help."

“Thank you,” Snowwell Milden said.

call ended.

Snowwell Milden immediately explained Harold's reply.

Hear the words.

The last elder took a puff of his cigar and said, "In that case, let's attack Miami."

new York.

Harold made his decision and didn't hesitate. He immediately went back to his hideout, turned on his computer, and spoke to Machine: "Are you there?"

“Always,” the robot baby replied gently. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 442 It would be best to capture them alive; otherwise, just kill them.

new York.

Harold Finch was a very complex man.

On one hand, he's a total holier-than-thou idiot.

On the other hand, in a sense, he is the most evil character in the show "Person of Interest".

In conclusion, Harold Finch made the decision and explained the requirements to the robot baby in detail.

The requirements weren't too many; the most important one was to have the robot baby assist Snowwell Milden's men in capturing Miami and taking down the mad killer Ding Ze.

Without the slightest hesitation, the robot baby readily agreed to Harold's request: "Okay, please have them put on the headsets. I will direct their actions."

“Thank you,” Harold Finch replied with a complicated expression.

Harold then immediately called Snowwell Milden without hesitation.

The call goes through in seconds.

“Mr. Milden, equip your men with headsets. The machine will guide them to hunt down Ding Ze with minimal casualties,” Harold said simply and clearly.

“Thank you,” Snowwell Milden said with a smile.

call ended.

new York.

Reese frowned, genuinely feeling that this approach wouldn't yield good results, and couldn't help but ask, "Finch, do you really think we should do this?"

Harold Finch was an extremely arrogant man. He believed that whatever decisions he made were correct and that no one could go back on their word. "Mr. Risser, there is no better choice. Although this choice is not perfect, it is the best choice we can make."

Having spent so much time with Harold, Rither knew what kind of person Harold was, so after hesitating for a moment, he didn't say anything more.

Washington.

Snowwell-Milden lit a cigar, smiled faintly, explained his conversation with Harold, and then said with a smile, "Arrange for the men; we'll take Miami as soon as possible."

********

Miami.

As night deepened, a sudden gust of wind arose.

The wind howled, the waves rolled, and dark clouds loomed over the city; a storm was destined to strike.

In a high-rise building in the city center, Ding Ze lay lazily on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from his lips, gazing at the view outside the window and grinning.

He liked the scene and thought it was spectacular.

Time passes quickly.

Crash.

It rained heavily.

Large raindrops, swept up by the gale, fell wildly.

Ding Ze's smile deepened, and then he opened his phone to check the weather forecast.

Tomorrow will be a sunny and beautiful day, that's wonderful.

Before he knew it, Ding Ze closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, the wind and rain stopped, dawn broke, and the east turned white. The weather forecast was very accurate. This morning, Miami was sunny and calm, with not a cloud in the sky. The weather was excellent.

The sunlight shone on his face, warm and pleasant. Ding Ze opened his eyes and woke up.

Janet, who had already woken up, saw this and immediately brought over a cup of coffee, handed it to Ding Ze, and greeted him with a smile, "Good morning."

Ding Ze smiled back, "Good morning, what time is it?"

“8:20,” Janet replied with a smile. “I asked Ida Hassan about ten minutes ago, and the Samaritans is expected to be fully online by 9:00.”

“It’s a little ahead of schedule, that’s good,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

soon.

Arriving at nine o'clock.

Having worked continuously for so many days without sleep, only managing to rest for a few hours occasionally, Ida Hassan, who looked no different from a homeless person, rushed excitedly to Ding Ze with a bright smile, "Boss, the Samaritans are fully online!"

After waiting for so long, it's finally done.

"Thank you for your hard work," Ding Ze said with a bright smile. He then stood up and called to Janet, "Ms. Austin, let's go see the results."

Janet smiled sweetly, took Ding Ze's arm, and moved with him.

Not long after.

In the enormous command center, Ding Ze and Janet stood in front of the giant screen.

“Find out the members and elders of the [Eternal Life Club], starting with Washington, then New York,” Ding Ze said, speaking to the giant screen. “One or more elders may have had contact with Harold Finch in New York.”

【Inquiry...】