"If we don't have to talk, I won't be helped by you!"
Jack was silent. This boy was very cunning at a young age, his words were inconsistent and unpredictable, and his skills were not better than that of the old immortal good medicine. He would definitely not be allowed to stay!
"You still need me now." Qiao Wen saw through him at a glance and said in a calm tone, "I believe that no one under you can be better than me. And you are only good at viruses. For these high-attack and high-defense viruses,
You are an outsider in the system."
"It's rare for you to say so many things at once." Jack raised the corners of his mouth, and a hint of appreciative smile appeared in his sharp eyes.
"No matter where you are, talking too much will never do you any good. I never talk nonsense."
"Okay, then tell me your conditions, how can you help me?"
"Let him go and tell me the 3rd generation [Thyme] program code."
"You want to write [Thyme] the third generation of killing software."
"yes!"
"I originally thought you wanted me to let that old guy go, but your request was harder than asking me to let him go. Why do you think I would stop?"
"I only know that the benefits you get from me will definitely be greater than the benefits brought to you by the third generation of [Thyme]."
Qiao Wen stood upright, even the suit he wore was very formal.
It's just that when he was kidnapped, there were a few light marks on his clothes.
That young and handsome face was illuminated by the strong light, and the deep contours of the face were highlighted in every detail. It was as cold and stern as a knife cutting through a stone ridge, full of coldness.
Jack looked at the young man under the lampshade and couldn't help but remember that once upon a time, he was also so young.
I have a youth that I think I can never waste.
And in the blink of an eye, everything is just a fleeting moment, a passing cloud.
He is no longer young, and the bright color of life has slowly receded from his weathered face. The once fair skin on it has become rough and dark yellow, and even dark spots have begun to appear. Everything happened so quickly.
All this happened without him taking any precautions.
Time has passed but that will never change that he is the French virus king.
The Thyme worm he wrote quickly spread to every computer system in France within a month, causing immeasurable harm.
He was young at the time and did not know the dangers involved, so he was imprisoned in that dark prison without sunlight for 15 years.
It was always like this, and he never thought of giving up his hobby! He had nothing in it, and it was hard to even read a book. Let alone his own tools. Occasionally, while working, a piece of it was thrown out of the soil.
He was happy to see scraps of iron or a rusty iron bar. And he bought a radio that was so old that he could only hear the rustling sound from a jailer for 15 years.
The most precious treasure in the world.
Once you are isolated from that circle, even for a day, it is scary. Once you are separated from it, no one can predict how fast the network will develop, so the longer you are separated from it, the harder it will be to keep up with its pace.
.
"I promise you, I'll wait until you get the information I want!"
"good!"
"I hope you will live here from today on, so that everything will be very convenient." Jack stood up with a smile, "Yanran, you will come back the day after tomorrow."
"Then I'll move back the day after tomorrow." He knew that the old man wanted to keep him under surveillance.
And does he want to say a few words to that girl in China?
He didn't want to bring her into this circle, it would do her no good.
"Then..." Jack sat back in his lounge chair again, picked up the goblet and took a sip of red wine, "I won't give it away."