Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Southern California prison.

Under the urging of two early warnings, Minette was rudely brought to the meeting room.

As the thick iron gate closed, the entire narrow room suddenly calmed down.

Mindful and somewhat puffy eyes, Minette, whose hands were shackled, barely lifted the spirit and looked at the man sitting opposite him.

It was a man who was about the age of 40, dressed in an ironed suit, played neatly, with a watch like a luxury, like a successful person. However, the weather-beaten face made him look like a person who often sits in the office and is pampered.

Vaguely guessed something, Minette opened his mouth and laughed.

“I guess you are not my lawyer.”

“Lawyer can’t save you, but we can,” the man in suit was lightly smiled, the gully on his face stood up like a blade, then he reached out to the old man’s right hand, speaking in a gentlemanly voice. “I introduce myself, Biddle Manson, your future boss.”

As if he had heard a funny joke, Mittel was put on the table with his hands on his hands and giggled.

Until he laughed enough, he straightened up and looked at Manson, who was sitting across from him, snoring and taunting.

“You are looking for the wrong person. Although I am willing to do anything for the United States, this does not mean that I am willing to be a White House dog.”

“We are not the White House, we are the CIA.”

Close to Minette’s face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly smirked a smile, staring at him with a poisonous snake looking at the prey’s general sight, until his eyes showed a fearful expression, and then gently retreated a few inches. Sitting back in the seat, said with a relaxed tone, “Although the court has not pronounced your crime, but according to the evidence we collected from your home, I promise that you will come to the best lawyer in Los Angeles. We can also let you stay here until the middle of the next century.”

Speaking of this, Manson paused, his face showed a devil-like smile.

“And Minette mister, you usually are the kind of people who often stay at home and don’t go out.”

The face was tense and nervous, and I heard this unclear question, Mittel frowned: “…What do you mean?”

“It’s not very interesting,” Manson laughed. “I just want to tell you that a little white face like you will be very popular here.”

At this moment, Mittel’s face has finally changed completely.

A drop of cold sweat gradually slipped from his forehead.

As if I was very satisfied with the expression on his face, staring at Manson for a while, slightly said with a faint smile.

“Before you go to court, you have enough time to consider my proposal… Of course, if you want to experience a few months of livelihood in prison, I am not sure if I need you at that time.”

The throat was moving up and down, and Minette struggled for a while, and finally his shoulders were loose and he said.

“What do you want me to do…”

Manson said with a faint smile : “CiA still lacks an expert in information technology, so I am now officially inviting you, as long as you join us, you can serve a sentence at our designated location, without the need to The criminals stay together. And if you can make meritorious deeds, you can also properly waive the sentence, saying that you will be able to release your sentence after five or six years.”

This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.

Manson glanced at the watch and pressed the timing button.

He only intends to give him ten minutes. If he still has nodded after ten minutes, then probably it will not be nodded.

Fortunately, he did not use up the ten minutes.

Just waiting for three minutes, Minette sitting opposite him spoke.

“I accept your proposal…”

“Good, then we are a set of people on board now.”

Although there were some accidents that he was nodded so fast, Manson was not surprised at the fact that the prisoner would choose to compromise.

Smiling and leaning on the chair, the CIA official continued with a sigh of relief. “Although I can’t give you a cure handcuff now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days.”

In the tone of Mitel, with a few taboos, she suddenly nervously asked: “Where are you going to take me?”

“It’s too early to say this, you will know when you get there,” said his hands on his knees. Manson slightly lowered his body and stared at him with a bit of oppression. He continued, “Now, I You need to ask you something, you must answer me truthfully, which is related to whether our previous agreement worked.”

“You ask,” he has completely abandoned the resistance. Mittel’s expression on his face has changed little. “But just in case, let me remind you first, even if I am the boss of the predatory eagle, I don’t know. The identity of other members in reality.”

Manson laughed and shook his head and said, “You mean your ‘children’? You don’t have to worry about it. Within half an hour after your arrest, your friends are basically arrested… let me think Who are the IDs who want to be caught… hunters, lone wolves, and a child… but that is what the Chinese people seized.”

“There are still some people at large, but it is only a matter of time to catch them. After all, they have mastered their true identity. Even if we let them go, the Chinese people will never let them go. Really, or you. Advise them to surrender themselves, at least we can catch it better.”

Has been……

Caught?

Hearing the each and everyone ID that Manson reported, Mitel’s face gradually paled, and the forehead oozes the sweat of the beans, which is full of incredible fear.

This is impossible!

He originally thought that even if he was caught, others could at least escape the hunt.

But now the CIA official actually told him that his accomplices were basically caught within half an hour of his arrest?

This means that when Dr. Z was fighting with him, he not only seized control of his computer and server, but even vacated a hand and rubbed other members of the predatory eagle on the ground. It is.

This guy……

Still human?

Staring at Mittel’s constantly expanding and shrinking pupils, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, “Now, I want you to tell me what you have encountered.”

Like a nightmare, Minette, listening to the handcuffs, muttered to himself.

“ghost……”

“Ghost?” For this unexpected answer, Manson frowned and said with dissatisfaction, “I advise you to answer it seriously.”

“Not a ghost, then it’s Demon Ghost! Devil! Or something like that…”

I don’t know when it’s full of bloodshot eyes. Mittel used his handcuffed hands and hugged his head, as if he was crazy. “This is not what humans can do, absolutely impossible!”

Manson said seriously: “Calm, make it clear, we suspect that the person who is fighting with you is a master in the War Zone cyber warfare unit in eastern China. Now we have locked in three possible identities. I need you to help us. locking–“

Suddenly a smirk sounded.

Mittel shook his head and looked at Mansen, who had a few mistakes in his expression. He said, “Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but they are not so powerful. You know, CIAmister, even A strong hacker also has physics limits, unless you can use the mind to knock code, if that’s the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it is not… there is no chance of even a chance to fight back.”

Manson frowns asked: “What do you mean, you… when you face the attack of that person, there is no room for a handful?”

If this is the case, they will have to reassess the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare force.

At the same time, this is the message he least wants to hear…

“Yes,” Mittel raised her head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes. “There is no chance to fight back. Even when I play against me, he can use some characters while typing. Weird character expressions humiliate me… I know my thoughts may be absurd, but I suspect that the guy is not a human at all!”

“I am sorry that I am an atheist,” shrugged, and Manson paused for a moment and continued to ask: “So continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you.”

“You don’t read the news? Manson mister.”

As if he had heard something funny, Mitel’s mouth made a dry laugh, like taunting the person sitting opposite, as if taunting himself.

“His name is Dr. Z, go find him!”

“If this world, someone can really find him…”

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(The fourth day of the 4D challenge, it seems to be the last day of the 5.15 event, the liver hurts QAQ)