Chapter 929: If it's not a ghost, it's a devil (four / four)

Southern California prison.
After being escorted by two early warnings, Minnet was rudely taken to the meeting room.
With the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly became quiet.
Flushing with puffy eyes, Minnet with his hands in cuffs, barely lifted his spirits, and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
It was a man in his forties, dressed in an ironed suit, playing neatly, and wearing a precious watch, like a successful person. However, the weather-beaten face made him look nothing like a person who often sat in the office and pampered himself.
Vaguely guessing something, Minnet grinned and grinned.
"I guess you are not my lawyer."
"The lawyer can't save you, but we can," the man in the suit smiled, the ditch on his face stood up like a blade, and then he put out his right hand full of calluses, and said with a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Biddle Manson, your future boss."
As if hearing a funny joke, Mitel rested his hands in the handcuffs on the table and giggled.
It wasn't until he laughed enough that he straightened up, glanced at Manson sitting opposite him, and said sarcastically.
"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 dog in the White House."
"We are not the White House, we are cia."
Close to Minnet's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly smiled, and stared at him with a viper looking at the prey's general look, until he saw a look of fear in his eyes, and then stepped back a few inches, sitting Returning to his seat, he said easily, "Although the court has not sentenced you for your crime, but based on the evidence we have gathered from your home, I promise you that even if you hire the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we It will also allow you to stay here until the middle of the next century. "
With that said, Manson paused, with a demon-like smile on his face.
"And Mr. Minnet, you are usually the kind of person who often stays home and doesn't go out."
His face was tense and nervous, and he heard this unknown question frown, "... what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting," Manson said with a smile. "I just want to tell you that a small white face like you will be very popular here."
At this moment, Mitel's face finally changed completely.
A drop of cold sweat gradually slipped from his forehead.
As if satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson for a while and smiled slightly.
"Until the trial, you have enough time to consider my proposal ... Of course, if you want to experience months of life in prison and repent, I am not sure if I need you at that time."
The throat knot moved up and down, Minnet struggled for a while, and finally his shoulders were loose, and he said.
"What do you want me to do ..."
Manson smiled and said, "cia still lacks an expert in information technology, so I'm officially inviting you now. As long as you join us, you can serve your sentence in the place we specify without having to deal with real criminals. Together. And if you can make a contribution, you can also reduce the sentence appropriately. You can be released after serving five or six years. "
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timing button.
He only intended to give him ten minutes. If he still did not nod after ten minutes, then probably nod.
Fortunately, he did not run out of those ten minutes.
After just waiting for three minutes, Minnet, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.
"I accept your offer ..."
"Very well, then we are now on board."
Although he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised that the prisoner would choose to compromise.
Leaning on the chair with a smile, the cia official continued with ease. "Although I can't remove the handcuffs for you right now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
With a hint of fear in Mittel's tone, he suddenly became nervous and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"It's too early to say this, you'll know by then," Manson folded his hands on his knees, Manson lowered his body slightly, stared at him with a bit of oppressive gaze, and continued. I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully, and it matters whether our previous agreement worked. "
"You ask," Mittel's expression on his face has been completely abandoned, "but just in case, let me remind you, even if I'm the boss of a predatory eagle, I don't know The identity of other members in reality. "
Manson smiled and shook his head and said, "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this, within half an hour after your arrest, your friends are basically arrested ... let me Imagine who the captured id was ... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child ... but that was captured by the Chinese. "
"There are still some people at large, but it ’s only a matter of time to catch them. After all, we have mastered their true identity. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise you Persuade them to surrender, at least it would be better if we were caught. "
Has been……
Caught?
Hearing all the ids reported by Manson, Mittel's complexion gradually paled, and the sweat beads on his forehead exuded, his eyes filled with incredible and fear.
This is impossible!
He originally thought that even if he was caught, others would at least escape the hunt.
However, the official of this cia actually told him that his associates were basically arrested within half an hour of his arrest?
This means that when fighting with him, Dr. Z not only took control of his computer and server, but even freed up a hand and rubbed other members of the Predatory Eagle on the ground. Already.
This guy……
Still human?
Staring at Mitel's dilated pupils, Manson felt something was wrong, but he continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what you have encountered."
Like a nightmare, Minnet, listening to handcuffs, murmured.
"ghost……"
"Ghost?" Manson frowned, and said dissatisfied, "I urge you to answer carefully."
"Not a ghost, that's the devil! The devil! Or something like that ..."
I don't know when it was covered with bloodshot eyes. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands as if he had gone crazy. "This is not something humans can do, absolutely impossible!"
Manson said solemnly, "Calm down and make it clear. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare team in the Eastern China Theater. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock in— — "
Suddenly a sneer sounded ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Mittel shook his head and looked at Manson with a bit of a smirk on his expression, and said, "Those people? I admit they are very powerful, but they haven't To that extent. Do you know, Mr. cia, even the strongest hacker has physical limits, unless you can tap the code with your intentions, if that is the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it is not ... does not exist There is no chance of a fight back. "
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you ... you have no room to fight back against that person's attack?"
If so, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
At the same time, it was the last thing he wanted to hear ...
"Yes," Mittel looked up, and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes. "There is no chance to fight back, even when he fights with me, he can use some curious while typing. Weird character expressions humiliate me ... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I suspect that guy is not human at all! "
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," shrugged his shoulders, and Manson remained silent for a moment before continuing to ask "then continue the question, what id did he use to communicate with you."
"Don't you watch the news? Mr. Manson."
As if he had heard something funny, Mittel made a dry laugh in his mouth, like taunting the man sitting opposite, and continued to taunt him.
"His name is Dr. Z. Come and find him!"
"If someone in this world can really find him ..."
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(The 8th day of the 4D challenge, it seems to be the last day of the 515 event, the liver hurts a little qaq)
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