Chapter 1116: You should open the door

In McGregor’s office, a new computer was deployed. The performance of this machine was average, that is, the high-end version of "iDesk", but one thing was very special-this machine was available 24 hours a day In the working state, in order to ensure its operation, it is also separately equipped with a set of 24-hour uninterruptible power supply system.
This computer was set up in an inconspicuous corner of McGregor’s office. Since it was deployed there and started running, more than half a month has passed. During this period, except for McGregor’s occasional check on it. Outside of the running state, no one's attention has been drawn at all.
However, at 8:12 this evening, this computer that seemed to have been forgotten in the corner suddenly came to life. Its display screen was no longer black, but began to refresh constantly, and the speakers also Tweet frantically.
McGregor, who was packing up his things and getting off work, jumped up from his seat and ran to the computer at the fastest speed, staring at the code that was quickly refreshed on the screen, "Hurry up, baby, hurry up. "He yelled, cheering up, as if this would make this computer work harder.
Finally, the refresh on the screen stopped, and a line of numbers jumped out-0012138759763.
There was a relieved smile on McGregor's face, and he said in a tone that seemed to be talking to himself, but also like a declaration: "Little guy, I caught you."
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"Tuk-Tuk-Tuk", someone was knocking on the door, the voice was crisp and rhythmic, and it was polite.
Kevin Mitnick frowned, did not rush to open the door, but first raised his wrist to look at the pointer on the watch-it is already 8:56 in the evening, who will be at this time Come find yourself?
This is the third block of Los Angeles. In this largest city in the western United States with a population of 17 million, under the shadow of American business card-like landmarks such as Hollywood Walk of Fame, Universal Studios, and Disney, from here to the seventh block The total area of ​​about 1 square mile is a dangerous area called the "skid area", where a large number of homeless people, homeless people, alcoholics, prostitutes, addicts... During the day, they seem to have lost their souls. The ghostly wandering around this area aimlessly, and once it's night, they will show their sharp fangs, for 20 dollars or for no reason at all, they will attack people passing by. Here, There is only distorted human nature, or the most primitive animal desire hidden in the depths of human nature.
Therefore, in Los Angeles, almost everyone knows that when night falls, the "skid area" is dangerous and a restricted area, and it is almost impossible for normal people to haunt this area at this time.
Even Kevin Mitnick, who has been in this area for many years, would never go out alone at this time.
Of course, the exception is when he and his gang of friends plan to do something together, but they will definitely gather into a small group before acting together.
Kevin Mitnick didn't say anything, an instinct for danger came to his mind in an instant. He lightly turned off the computer, turned off the lamp on the table, and stood up without going to the door. Instead, he tiptoed towards the balcony. Although the apartment he rented was on the 5th floor, there was an escape staircase on the back balcony. He could easily leave from there as long as he turned over from the balcony. So I rented this suite because of this.
The knock on the door of "tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tu tu tu tu k t k." Mitnick's hand touched the handle of the balcony door, and then gently twisted it while slowly pushing it away, to avoid making it make unwanted noises due to its disrepair.
He was ready. When the door was completely pushed open, he would rush down the escape stairs as fast as possible.
The door opened, and then he saw a muzzle facing his black hole.
There was a person standing on the balcony. He couldn't see his appearance in the dark, but Kevin clearly saw the person smiling at him and showing his shiny white teeth.
"Mr. Kevin, you should open the door," he said.
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Kevin Mitnick has no idea where he is now. He only knows that he opened his door and saw a yellow man. Although the man was wearing a brand-name suit and tie, the pair was very impressive. The oppressive burly body and the cold light from time to time in his eyes clearly told him that if you don't want to become an unnamed corpse now, it's best to do as this person orders.
So he obeyed his arrangement obediently, tied his hands behind his back, gagged his mouth, put on a black shading headgear, and threw it into the trunk of the car. Then, it was like an endless journey.
By feeling, he knew that the car had stopped once in the middle of the road. This should be to replenish the gasoline and also to relax the driver. He also wanted to relax, but he knew that such a request was completely impossible to obtain consent, so He could only hold it back as hard as he could, and he could only urinate in his pants, which filled the trunk of the car with a bad smell, just like the smell in those dark alleys in the "sliding area".
After driving all night, the car finally stopped again. Kevin felt that the trunk door was opened, and an unfamiliar voice asked, "That's him?"
He heard the person knocking at his door reply: "Yes, it is him."
The headgear was violently lifted, and the dazzling sunlight made his eyes unable to focus at all. He could not help but squinted his eyes, but before his eyes could adjust to the sharp contrast of light and shade, the headgear was pulled down again. For a moment, his heart was extremely clear, and others lifted his headgear just to verify his identity. Now that it is confirmed, his journey of suffering will begin a new stage.
Kevin. Mitnick was once again locked in the small and dark trunk full of stinks, wondering what fate was waiting for him in his heart, but this time he did not immediately hear the car restarting. sound.
In the sunlight outside the car, two men were saying goodbye.
"Ray, thank you for your help this time."
"Lee, I owed you a favor, and it's paid off now."
"Then, goodbye?"
"Goodbye."