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Chapter 676

Underneath the storm, an undercurrent surges.

But this has nothing to do with Zhou Qingfeng. On the day the black box was launched, he asked the state to help organize various data from the U.S. Department of Justice on Chicago. One day after the black box incident, a detailed document of dozens of gigabytes fell into his hands.

Now Zhou Qingfeng is living in a motel in Chicago. He bought nine monitors and a small satellite antenna, and re-set up the black box to obtain data from the outside world.

It would be extremely difficult to break into the official database of the US government. After all, Yingjiang was forced to replace the entire satellite communication network. However, it is still no problem to obtain public information from the Internet. The amount of information is not small at all.

As long as the analysis ability is in place, it can provide a lot of reference.

The key gain from Zhou Qingfeng's involvement in this black box incident was that hundreds of outstanding intelligence analysts in the country were summoned to work overtime to analyze information and data for him. This work was not something he could handle alone.

When the analysis report is input into the black box, the main control intelligence, which has the intelligence of a human about three years old, immediately selects out the part about Helena Kelvin in accordance with Zhou Qingfeng's needs. This is equivalent to a special analysis of big data, powerful

Leverage.

The records of the Ministry of Justice contain all the information about Helena's life for more than 20 years from childhood to adulthood. Including what she bought with her credit card, what diseases she saw in the hospital, when her aunt came every month, what she liked to eat, and what kind of love she had.

What do you play, what kind of boyfriends have you had, etc.

Wait... what kind of boyfriends have you had? Isn't this girl gay? She was very skillful in teasing another ***** a few nights ago. Could it be that she is bisexual?

Zhou Qingfeng has sporadic records obtained from the wasteland. In the original history, Helena would commit suicide due to depression one month later. But judging from the current hospital records and regular internal psychological tests within the FBI, this girl’s

The psychology is very normal!

The FBI's internal action memo shows that Helena's boss is called William Bob. This is a senior agent in his forties. He planned an operation to send Chicago's largest drug trafficking leader "Grey Tooth" Chris to prison.

prison.

A month later, 'Grey Tooth' Chris was indeed arrested and prosecuted, but not long after this guy was arrested, he was acquitted due to lack of evidence. The key reason for the so-called lack of evidence was that Helena committed suicide due to depression.

As a result, the chain of evidence has lost a key link.

No matter how weird this thing seems...

Having a lot of information about Helena, he naturally also knew where this girl currently lives. Zhou Qingfeng decided to go and see for himself. Boring words and pictures often deceive people, but a small home where a person lives can show a lot of things.

As an undercover agent, Helena lived in an apartment on the South Side of Chicago. Zhou Qingfeng drove there and soon discovered that this was a damn black community.

There are very few pedestrians here. There are a lot of weeds in front of and behind the houses along the way, and there are beer bottles rolling around on the ground. Occasionally, I see a shop that is guarded like a prison. In addition, there are garbage dumps everywhere.

Bums and niggas dressed casually were wandering around.

When Zhou Qingfeng slowed down at an intersection, a police patrol car caught up with him. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was Asian, the speaker on the roof of the car immediately shouted: "Damn it, how dare you park here? Get out of here quickly!"

"

What kind of broken society is this! There is a black police officer in the police car, but black people are afraid of black people.

Zhou Qingfeng had to drive around to find Helena's apartment, which was a rather dirty neighborhood. A garbage truck was slowly cleaning the streets, but the ground still looked dark and damp.

Since he couldn't find a parking lot, Zhou Qingfeng had to park his car on the side of the road, then climbed up from the fire escape of the apartment and entered Helena's house through the window like a thief. It was a very simple one-bedroom apartment with one living room.

, with bathroom, no kitchen.

There is no one in the room, but the bed is still warm when you touch it. It seems that the owner has left not long ago. On the bed, there are many worn women's underwear on the floor. They are thin, see-through and small, with a lot of traces of dried unknown liquid. The bed

There was a selfie of Helena on the head, which at least made Zhou Qingfeng sure that he was not in the wrong place.

The bedroom and living room are very simple. There are no appliances. There are only a bed, a sofa, a dining table, and a few chairs. They look like old items. Most of the wardrobe is filled with extremely sexy and revealing costumes, which suits Helen very well.

Na's current identity.

The bathroom is also very simple, with a shower water heater, a dirty-looking sink, a cracked mirror, and a utility cabinet behind the mirror. Zhou Qingfeng gently opened the mirror utility cabinet, and there was only some toothpaste in it.

In addition to toothbrushes and the like, there are also some daily medicines.

In addition to some ordinary vitamin tablets, there are also antidepressant drugs in the cabinet, with a large number and variety.

"Is this girl really suffering from depression?" Zhou Qingfeng carefully picked up a bottle of 'Citalopram' to treat depression and shook it gently. There were not many pills left in the bottle. This meant that Helena

Either she takes it regularly or in large doses, which is not a good thing. "This girl definitely didn't get the medicine from regular channels, and she even faked it in the FBI's internal testing."

Zhou Qingfeng thought for a while, opened the medicine bottle and poured out a few pills. Then he took out another medicine bottle from his pocket. His own medicine bottle contained ntz-45 tablets, which looked similar to

Citalopram' is very similar.

"Hehehe... I am good at treating depression. I am good at this." Zhou Qingfeng poured the 'Citalopram' into the toilet and flushed it, and then poured half of his ntz-45 into it. The reason why he carries ntz with him

-45, also because I have to act alone for a long time and sometimes need to regulate my emotions.

Thousands of people around the world have eaten 'Supreme' instant noodles, and thousands of people have eaten ntz-45. This invisible clinical trial shows that this is the best drug to combat depression.

, and has no side effects.

Now people have a kind of awareness that if they are in a bad mood, just have a bucket of 'Supreme' and it will be OK. If it is not enough, then have two buckets, it is absolutely effective and any negative emotions will disappear. The massive secretion of dopamine will force you to

A person becomes happy.

Zhou Qingfeng, who had just done this, did not leave quietly. He wrote on the mirror with Helena's lipstick: Baby, I will bring you some gifts.

Hahaha... Nowadays, when you do good deeds, you have to leave your name, otherwise no one else will know about it. Wouldn't it be a wink to a blind man?

Zhou Qingfeng, who was in a proud mood, wiped away the traces he left and climbed out of the window. In a happy mood, he felt that he was getting involved in Helena's life step by step. Sooner or later, he would be able to influence the beautiful woman with extremely hot personality and appearance.

little girl.

As for whether Helena is happy in this process? It doesn't matter. Hooking up with a girl is only about the results. The process is not the point. It may even be the key to impress the girl in the future.

Zhou Qingfeng was so pleased with himself that he praised his wit, but when he returned to the intersection where he parked his car, he was shocked to find that - holy shit, where is my car?

Car thieves in the black community also gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up!


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