"He's dangerous, Finch, you don't have to do this." Rither turned his wheelchair and came to Harold Finch, surrounded by books and computers. If he was Batman, then Finch would be Alfred, but the wealth of the two was contrary to the content in the comics. Samne Shaw used this incident to tease them more than once.

This is not the first time that Riser has been shot, but the punishment is professional, as professional as he. He knows where he can't act, so Riser's knee is in trouble, and there is no bulletproof vest to wear. The circle cushion given by Mr. Finch last time finally came in handy this time, but Mr. Riser still looked resistant, and he thought this thing was really a bit shameful.

"It seems you are more than the only one in New York City who knows shooting the knees. Mr. Riser, this is the second time. Maybe you should think of a new trick." Harold Finch forced a smile, but his joke did not relax Liser.

"I know the soldiers, I have heard of Frank Kassel, who is a member of the Marine Corps," said Riser. "I have heard of him, I have heard of the CIA's actions to recruit American soldiers in Afghanistan... He has his own belief, Finch, he is a soldier, he has a sense of honor."

"This shows that we have room for negotiation, Mr. Lisser." Finch continued to stare at the screen without looking back. It could be seen that he was very tired. His stiff neck was getting more and more painful now, and the steel nails nailed to the cervical spine were still drilling into the spinal cord. He quietly used a folder to cover the orange plastic bottle of the painkiller - this is Oxycontin, an addictive painkiller. He didn't want Lisser to see him use this medicine in large quantities.

"We have no one." He said pessimisticly, "Officer Carter failed to find Samen Shaw. We must resolve this as soon as possible, solve it before your knees are cured, and then we can investigate Samen Shaw's whereabouts. I'm worried about her, Mr. Riser. Officer Fusco helped me find the surveillance image in front of Samen Shaw's apartment. I'm sure that ROOT, who escaped from the mental hospital, took her away. This is a problem. Mr. Riser, who was hunted by a mysterious organization before leaving the mental hospital. She left there with the help of one of our magic friends. I can't be sure how Salomon Damonette and the others contacted me. The only possible possibility is the plan of that machine."

Finch sighed. He wanted to stretch his cervical spine now, but he couldn't do it. With just a little move, Steel Nail will remind him. Hi, man, I'm in your cervical spine! Steel Nail said, if you don't want to faint from the pain, it's better to stay honestly. Take some Oxycontin or some prescription medicine, which is good for everyone.

In Finch's imagination, those steel nails had the strong accent of the Texas Mounted Police. In fact, he felt that there was no difference between those steel nails and horseshoes.

Steel nails are the horseshoe of the god of death. The god of death once rode a horse and stepped on my neck.

"As for Frank Kassel, I've analyzed his psychology. His emotions have been in a state of high tension, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Mr. Riser, this excessive awakening can lead to a surge in anxiety, irritability, insomnia, and the same symptoms as yours. His spirit has been plagued by it. You all have extreme emotional disorders."

"I have control over it well, Finch, because I met you."

"But Frank Cassel didn't." Harold Finch stared into his partner's eyes. "His wife and children were murdered in cold blood. You can look at the wall, and there is his family in those numbers, but I can't do anything about it."

"We've talked about this, Finch, it's not your fault."

"It's my fault, Mr. Lisser, it's my fault." Harold Finch raised his tone a little. "He wants to pay for his blood now, so I made a deal with him, I promised him that I could find all the clues he needed, I promised him that he would not miss anyone, I promised him that everyone would die in prison. As long as he promised to help us, solve this matter within the scope we could accept."

The Marinua named Bear raised her head and whimpered a few times. It was not until Riser patted his head that it retracted back into its nest and continued to dream of hunting hares.

"Finch, I don't think Frank Kassel would accept this proposal. He wanted to kill people." Riser said. "His means are all from irrational emotions. It's not PTSD, it's an extreme emotional disorder, or it can be called EED. He is not a mental disorder caused by substance abuse. He is letting himself be addicted to this emotion, he is addicted to anger."

"This is an attempt, and we have to confirm Samne Shaw's safety as soon as possible," said Mr. Finch. "We need to figure out what the machine wants to do. It has lost its shackles, and now it can learn everything it can learn. I am very upset, Mr. Lisser, the machine has no good or evil, and I am worried that I will release the demon."

"Maybe we can talk to him first." Riser shook his head, "talk to Salomon first, at least he is not that impulsive. At least we need to know why he did this."

"It's not suitable for children to appear here. Mr. Damonnet, the gangsters are not far away." When Harold Finch met with Salomon, the secret wizard was sitting on a park bench, sharing a bunch of ice creams of different flavors with a girl with short dark green hair. Finch could tell at a glance that the girl's clothes had a small revolver in her pocket, while Salomon was wearing a crimson robe that was out of place for this season, and was wrapped tightly from the collar to the toes, and more importantly, the gorgeous silver-black scabbard hanging around his waist.

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"This is my sister, she is not an ordinary child."

When Salomon and Athena explained that they were going to Hell's Kitchen for a stalking mission, Lorna volunteered to sign up. In her opinion, this was a rare opportunity to skip classes. In the summer, the smell of turpentine oil in the oil painting paint was even more unbearable. Salomon just patted her head and asked her to attend class well.

But the idea of ​​the female war god is far from that of modern people. Not only did Athena not stop Little Lorna's nonsense, on the contrary, she happily agreed to the request.

Although Athena's Spartan education methods have become much softer in modern times, the ultimate goal of this method of education has never changed. The goddess of wisdom is still lying on the sofa, her nightgown curled to her waist, and her eyes are half closed to pretend that this is the Aegean coast. She is enjoying the hot summer sea breeze and sweat beads passing through her skin.

"Little Lorna's ability is steadily improving, and I can take this opportunity to try how powerful she is."

Little Lorna raised her head proudly, as if she could see the way through her nostrils.

"Let her kill something, even a mouse. Come back as soon as possible, I'll take you to enjoy the sunbathing and my newly bought sunscreen." Athena seemed to sink into her sleep. After Salomon helped her dress, she cast a spell to protect the apartment, and then came here with Little Lorna with the weapon she wanted.

"It's about ROOT." Harold Finch didn't stick, and he sat down next to Salomon. Due to his kindness, he also got a drum of ice cream.

"What's wrong with ROOT?" Salomon's speech made Finch more certain about the relationship between the secret mage and the machine.

"She robbed Samen Shaw," said Harold. "I want to ask you, do you know what that machine wants to do?"

"It has nothing to do with the punishment?"

"It's a certain relationship, but we need the Xiao. The machine is still spitting out numbers, and we still have lives to save. Mr. Liss is not in good condition now..." Finch said a lot, and he still raised his head from time to time, as if he was worried about being seen.

“Have you had the surgery?”

“Done.”

"Then let him drink this." Salomon stuffed a potion in a large test tube into Finch's hand. "It will make him get better soon, about ten minutes. Mr. Finch, I don't understand the intention of your creation, but it has now reached some kind of partnership with me. I will help it to achieve something that ordinary humans cannot do, give it what it wants, and it will open all the secrets hidden in the network to me, and it will serve me."

“What does it want?”
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