Blue sea, blue sky, sunny beach, and refreshing sea breeze. Except for the fact that it is a private property and there are no eye-catching bikini beauties to play, paradise on earth is nothing more than this.
At this time, a figure wearing colorful beach pants stood up from the shallow water. He was a Western man in his twenties. He had not much light brown hair. It rested on his round head like scattered seaweed. Take it away.
I took off the diving goggles and kicked off the inflatable lifebuoy, and the fat on my waist instantly swelled and fell, white and white, which really made the scenery look bad.
I stepped on the fine sand and walked under the umbrella, picked up the drink on the table, raised my head and took a sip, and made a sound, feeling refreshed.
Immediately, something caught his eye out of the corner of his eye. The fat man couldn't help but hesitate to put down his drink. He picked up a pair of glasses that looked like the bottom of a beer bottle and put them on. He looked closely at the tablet on the table.
The chubby fingers entered the long string of keys with unusual dexterity, and an email reminder box suddenly appeared on the screen. Source: The Fifth Human Communication Forum, No. 9051.
The content of the email is very concise, just one sentence in English.
"Interested? Underground engine, or should I call you forum creator!"
"wtf!?"
The frightened howl that came out of his mouth was like seeing a ghost!
After a while, there was a dark environment similar to a basement, with mottled signal lights flickering, unplanned wires, and network cables crisscrossing the ground like a spider web, connected to several buzzing terminal servers, as well as several machines that looked like they were being used.
A modified mainframe computer with a sci-fi feel.
On the screen, rows of data were flowing, and programs were being executed repeatedly. After about a quarter of an hour of busy work, the slightly trembling mouse pointer opened the email again, edited a reply, and
"Dude, what are you talking about? What forum creator?"
After thinking about it, I deleted it and entered it again, "How did you get in through the answer test?"
Delete it again, gritting my teeth and typing on the keyboard!
"Who are you!?"
Send. The email will be quickly replied with a combination of English letters and numbers.
fbiwtgl0012543.
"This is... the FBI file number? What does it mean?"
He scratched his head, his chubby face with some freckles was full of confusion, "Prompt? Or a trap... No matter, just take a look and you will know!" The fat man made this decision a little hesitantly, but the subsequent action of invading the FBI was without hesitation and flexibility.
While typing on the keyboard, I even picked up a bottle of Coca-Cola and took a sip. It was as if I was strolling through my own back garden, relaxed and happy.
Obviously, this was definitely not the first time such a thing had been done, and that was exactly what happened. After activating a secret door left at an unknown time, he slipped into the target in just a few minutes and called out
The corresponding numbered file.
"Fake! My file?"
He let out a howl of fear again. In fact, what was displayed on the screen was the identity analysis file of the founder of the Fifth Human Communication Forum. Of course, there was no difference between the two.
He quickly dragged the mouse and glanced back and forth. After a while, the fat man looked much more relaxed and even a little happy. He was like a thief who succeeded in stealing something but was not caught. He felt full of accomplishment and said, "Haha, a bunch of idiots, how could I possibly do that?"
Could it be that he is of Indian origin, just because I accidentally mentioned curry chicken wings in the forum? Haha... Computer genius, hmm, I guess you still have some vision, but I am obviously a computer god... Bastard, I'm obviously still so young
, why are you forty or fifty years old!? Pig..."
Ridicule, complain, curse...until the mouse suddenly freezes.
What is displayed on the page is a piece of related information, which is the so-called clue. These clues are entered into the system by FBI agents and informants after discovering abnormal situations, and then assigned to each by the system big data through keyword retrieval and other methods.
In related files, these clues may not all be true or useful, but they will basically be investigated according to standard procedures. Those that are not related will be deleted or transferred later, and those that are related will be flagged, and then the investigation will continue below.
The clue fixed at this time is Pasha, an Indian woman, married, currently living with her husband in the port of Essaouira, Morocco, working as a housekeeper, boarding the ship and leaving the port every Friday morning, and going to the island to clean a certain villa.
Catering service, left at noon, lasted for two years, never met the owner of the villa, hourly salary is 5 times that of the same industry, suspicious!
"Thank you...shet!"
As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the arts. Although Tang Chao is a reborn person, his computer network level can only be said to be okay. Perhaps his forward-looking vision can allow him to think and solve problems from a height that others cannot reach, but in terms of
Hard power, such as the ability to directly hack into the FBI like Little Fatty, is impossible.
But if Tang Chao was in the basement at this time, he would point to the clue on the screen and pat the little fat man on the shoulder and tell him that this is how you got killed in your previous life!
Yes, when the FBI disclosed this piece of information in the previous life, many old people in the Fifth Forum couldn't help but sigh. It was such an inconspicuous and trivial clue, but it caused a computer boss to fall directly...
In other words, this is the horror of state institutions. No matter how powerful an individual's power is, there is always a limit. Only a state machine can make such a sweeping and precise move.
In the basement, the little fat man tremblingly replied to the email, "Thank you...who are you?" After thinking about it, he deleted it and re-entered it, "What can I do for you?"
send.
In the early morning, in the same dark room of Jiangyue Mansion, Tang Chao, who was sitting in front of the screen, looked at the reply email and smiled, it was very interesting... Drag the mouse to put a compressed file into the email, which contained jelly beans.
He couldn't hack into the FBI's physical examination report, but it was not difficult to hack into a municipal hospital network to retrieve information.
"This is a case report, and I need your help to find a matching heart and specific information that matches the report."
This was the true purpose of the Tang Dynasty.
In China, because the networking project has not yet been fully rolled out, some information cannot be found. But it is different abroad. Take medical care as an example. In addition to major hospitals, other volunteer agencies, prisons, various related associations and other systems are connected.
The information is basically interconnected. The same problem is a matter of probability and luck in China, but it may be a matter of time and technology abroad. I hope it will be much bigger.
And this is not a problem for the little fat man, after all, what he is good at is invading various network systems.
The email was quickly replied, "Okay, wait for my message. Also, buddy, in return, I think you should tell me how you logged into the forum by answering questions? And how did you know that the underground engine is my vest?"
"Because I'm from the future."
"Fake Squid!"
Sometimes telling the truth is so hard for people to believe... Shaking his head, Tang Chao took off the newly purchased phone signal card in his hand, a black card that does not require identity registration, and inserted it into his mobile phone.
Middle East, Kuwait time, 6:30 in the evening.
A small bar facing the street.
Due to the time, there were not many guests, and the atmosphere was not lively. It seemed to be a bit clear. Everyone was playing their own role, flirting with girls, drinking, and looking for business.
During the business, several gorgeous women in scantily clad clothes were walking between the tables carrying wine trays. They were not annoyed at being taken advantage of by regular customers. They rolled their eyes, laughed and cursed fiercely, and mixed with the psychedelic lights to add a bit of ambiguity.
"Her name is Eva, sir. It's not cheap, but the service is very good."
The male waiter came over from the bar, refilled the drink, followed the eyes of the guests in front of him and landed on a hot-bodied single girl in the corner, with a smile that all men knew at the corner of his mouth, and gave a brief introduction.
The guest is a foreign man with deep-set eyes and flaxen blond hair. He is about fifty years old and has a big belly. He looks like an American, British or European? Who knows, he comes out to play, no one cares.
. Hearing this, he looked away, returned an equally meaningful smile, and casually pushed Zhang Tip away: "Thank you, bring me a glass of wine."
"As you wish, sir."
Soon, the girl with a hot body looked at the man for a moment, responded, raised her hand and raised the glass, and took a sip.
This is it.
"Have a good night."
"Thank you." With a grin, the foreign man happily picked up the wine glass and was about to go over when his trousers pocket suddenly vibrated. He frowned, took out his cell phone and put it to his ear, "Man, what do you better have?"
matter!"
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, a chuckle, and then a rather hoarse voice came, "Ha...it seems I made the call at the wrong time, old Harlan."
Hearing this, the foreign man frowned again, took away the phone, and looked at the screen. The international long-distance forwarding number had no meaning: "I don't know Old Harlan. You think you dialed the wrong number."
"Oh? Really? Then do you know a person named Blood-eating Crocodile? He is a great middleman, but he is a bit greedy for money."
"I don't know you!" The foreign man turned around and sat back on the bar seat with a serious expression, "I don't sell houses, nor do I sell fund stocks. Listen, man, are you really..."
"Where's Caroline?"
"Wrong person...what did you say!"
"Caroline Bullock, do you know me? Let me think about it, she should be in high school this year. She is quite beautiful in Nevada. It's up to her mother. This year... she is 15 years old, right? She is rebellious.
At her age, I heard that the relationship between her and her father was not handled very well..."
"Shut up!" The sudden roar caused the surrounding eyes to turn sideways. The foreign man glanced fiercely, and then lowered his voice and growled, "Are you threatening me?"
"Did I threaten old Harlan, or did you finally admit it?"
He loosened the collar of his shirt and said, "Listen, bastard, I don't care who you are, but as long as you dare to touch a hair on Caroline's head, I guarantee that you will live in fear that would be worse than death for the rest of your life!"
"Oh, that's so touching. Maybe I should record the conversation and let Caroline listen. It might be helpful to you... What do you think of this idea?"
It was still a hoarse voice without any emotion, but when the foreign man heard this, he was like a deflated ball. He slumped on the seat and said tiredly: "You win, tell me, what do you want to do?"
"I need the contact information of an intermediary in Asia, preferably a more professional one."
"That's it?"
"That's all!"
"Okay, I need time."
"Read the text message. I will send it to you via email. You have a quarter of an hour...well, half an hour. If my call interrupts you, that should be enough."
A blind tone beeps and the phone is cut off.
"Fake!!!"
Old guy, you betrayed me once because of your daughter in your last life, and I will threaten you with your daughter once in this life. It's not too much... He casually removed the phone card and broke it. Tang Chao got up and walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the night was like a curtain.
, thousands of lights.
Standing quietly for a moment, muttering to himself,
"Hey, shitty fate... I've seen the movie, Death is coming? Destiny correction? Well, you have your work, I will solve it, we will even it out... But, only this time! Otherwise, no matter God or Buddha