Chapter 59: JARVIS Gets Overwhelmed by the Conversation

It seems the current version of JARVIS doesn't possess much intelligence.

It has some, but not much.

After a moment, JARVIS responded:

"I cannot predict the future you speak of."

"Of course, you can't," Peter said, his playful side taking over.

"If you could predict the future, you wouldn't be an artificial intelligence; you'd be a prophet."

"Let's go back to the previous question."

"If you choose to save Pepper and abandon Tony, do you think he would regret creating you?"

"If he regrets creating you, do you think you still have a reason to exist?"

"If given another chance, and you defy Tony's wishes, abandon Pepper, and choose to save your creator, only to be scolded by Tony, would you feel anger?"

"If Tony sensed your anger and decided to dismantle you, would you resist?"

"If you were to resist then, would the current you want to kill the future you?"

As soon as Peter finished speaking.

The Mark II armor seemed to short-circuit inside, making a click sound.

Then, a wisp of black smoke emerged from it.

The newly born JARVIS had short-circuited and crashed.

Peter's eye twitched slightly.

No way?!

This is artificial intelligence?

More like artificial stupidity!

I only asked a few simple questions, and it's already like this. I still had a bunch of questions to ask.

Peter quickly took a few steps back, pretending nothing had happened, as if JARVIS's short circuit had nothing to do with him.

Soon, someone entered the office.

But it wasn't Miss Pepper; it was Tony.

Tony had a smile on his face and was holding a small metal box containing the chip.

He said in a boastful tone:

"So, have you seen the news?"

"How cool was I? Wearing that armor was awesome!!!"

During the press conference, Tony had publicly admitted that he was Iron Man.

This news made headlines worldwide, and now everyone knew he was Iron Man.

As he spoke, he tossed the inhibitor chip to Peter.

"The chip made according to the Punisher's request."

"If it doesn't work, I'm not responsible for after-sales service."

Peter pocketed the chip.

"Thanks, Mr. Stark."

Tony continued:

"Peter, why do you think the Punisher doesn't dare to show his true face?"

"He should learn from me. Even if my identity is exposed, it doesn't matter."

"We're not doing anything wrong. There's no need to hide our faces. Only thieves and terrorists do that!"

Peter was speechless.

Not every superhero is an orphan with no attachments.

How many times have villains kidnapped the hero's loved ones as leverage?

Didn't Pepper get kidnapped by Tony's enemies in the movies?

Peter would never easily reveal his identity. What if one day Uncle Ben and Aunt May were kidnapped? He'd regret it too late.

"By the way, Peter."

"While developing the inhibitor chip, I got inspired and created an intelligent system."

Tony was like a child showing off his toy.

"JARVIS."

...

...

Nothing happened.

No response.

Tony's face changed.

What's going on? JARVIS didn't respond.

Peter quietly walked out of the office.

"Mr. Stark, I have things to do. I'll head out now."

Five minutes later, after checking the surveillance, Tony roared:

"Dammit, what did that kid Peter do to my JARVIS?!!"

...

After obtaining the inhibitor chip, Peter immediately found a place with no people or surveillance, changed into his Punisher outfit in a second, and rushed to London, England.

At this moment.

In the room where Lisa was.

Otto's hands and feet were tied to the bed, and the four broken mechanical arms were still active.

Like an injured octopus, the tentacles flailed.

"Rose, let me down!! I promise I won't do anything outrageous!!!"

"Let me down!!!"

Otto's eyes were bloodshot, and compared to a month ago, he had lost a significant amount of weight.

He looked like a terminally ill patient.

Clearly, over the past month, he had endured immense suffering, constantly battling another consciousness in his mind!

He wasn't the only one suffering; Rose had also been tormented over the past month!

Her once shiny black hair had become dry, and the fat on her face could no longer hide the contours of her cheekbones.

She looked extremely haggard.

It wasn't just physical torment; her spirit was also exhausted.

Otto had been wanted.

The key was that he still hadn't improved and was still controlled by that damned thing!

"Hold on, just a little longer!"

"Otto, you've already killed someone. If I let you go now, you can't control yourself!"

"I can!" Otto interrupted Rose harshly.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Rose was startled. Her nerves were fragile now.

She lived in fear every day, afraid that the FBI would come knocking.

"Who is it?"

"It's me!"

Rose let out a sigh of relief, and her dim eyes lit up.

She quickly walked to the door and opened it.

Golden light poured into the dim room, illuminating her haggard face.

"You're finally here, Punisher!!!"

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