48 Hours a Day

The “suicide” of the Ford driver clearly had a considerable impact on the 01 guerrilla crowd.

They volunteered to help Edward, snipe the Black Nest CTOS program, and, apart from being righteous and protecting cyber freedom, they didn't try to be inspired by the two dreams of being heroes in saving the world when they were kids, but they were just ordinary people.

Reality was more cruel than they thought, especially when they saw the four people coming down and holding the pistol in their hands, the 01 people finally realized how dangerous they were involved.

The five men brought themselves into the red Ford and found that there seemed to be no alternative to jumping to suicide and begging for forgiveness on their knees under the circumstances.

So Renault's compartment went into silence.

“Those who regret it, it is not too late to withdraw. ”

The person who spoke was Zhang Heng, and the little boy could not understand why someone could remain calm at this time.

Zhang Heng drove Renault past the scene at the same speed as if nothing had happened.

01 The guerrillas are undoubtedly excellent in terms of skill alone and can provide good technical support in subsequent operations as long as they are well arranged, but this cannot be forced, and it is better to withdraw proactively now than to resist psychological stress in the operation.

“Are you kidding me? You think this kind of thing scares us?” A moment later, the little boy was the first.

Zhang Heng also didn't tear her apart. When the people in Red Ford jumped off the bridge, her body was obviously trembling. This was the first time she had seen someone “dead" in front of herself so close, let alone the other person's today could be their tomorrow.

Philip wanted to say something, but he moved his lips and finally didn't say anything.

Relatively calm among the five has been a semiprime number that seldom talks, “We knew it was a dangerous journey, didn't we, because the right choice is always the toughest, think Assange, Aaron Swartz...”

“No offense, I like Aaron too, but it doesn't bode well to mention his name at this time.” Waldo, “but I'm not leaving. I stabbed a big basket once, and Edward helped me sort it out, so this operation wasn't just a moral issue for me. ”

Philip sighed, "I can't imagine if I had a daughter in the future, and she lived in a world ruled by CTOS. ”

“Wait... is my son okay? ”

“Yeah, I guess.” Philip thought about it, and then he affirmed, "My son will be fine. ”

“ ………… ”

“I'm glad we came to a new consensus," said Horsetail Man, who kept his hands open, using the time that had elapsed to finish processing the photograph, a man with blue eyes and a hawk nose, who looked like a vulture and sent the photograph to Waldo.

“Leave it to me.” Valdo nodded.

It took him only two minutes to find the Eagle Hook Nose Man's online account, but it took him almost 20 minutes to crack it.

“Is there a problem? ”

“Give me five more minutes.” Waldo didn't lift his head and his fingers kept hitting the keyboard.

“Okay.”

Five minutes later Waldo finally took a sigh of relief, "Vincent Nasseri, this guy is a tough guy. His parents, who were not French, grew up in Belgium when he was 19, joined a group of foreign mercenaries, spent five years in it and then disappeared for three years. There were rumours that he was working black in the seventh inning to deal with matters that were officially inconvenient.

“I had just hacked into the personnel system of the seventh inning to verify that the rumors were basically true. This guy killed an entire village in an operation in Africa, men, women and children alike, and the senior officials were going to kill him afterwards, but someone saved him, gave him French citizenship and let him join the Black Nest. He is now the leader of Operation Black Nest Group II. ”

“Wait, you hacked into the personnel system in the seventh inning in 25 minutes? Since when are you so good?” Philip frowned.

“Can't you cooperate with me once in a while to brush my vanity? Well, it's not that exaggerated. Remember last year when I was asking you questions about your safety? I snuck in at that time. They didn't notice, and they kept that loophole, but I rarely went in again. ”

“Where's the guy in the Ford?” Zhang Heng asked, he cared more about the suspected player.

“His face was covered when he abandoned the car, only a quarter of the previous side shots were hard to retrieve and match, but it didn't make any sense, and everyone else was dead.” Waldo, stand down.

“The Black Nest should find a way to salvage his body and find out who he is.” Horsetail, he noticed that Zhang Heng seemed to care a lot about the guy, thought to say to the little boy, “We have Vincent's cell number, can we tap him? ”

The latter nodded, “He doesn't belong to a technician, he shouldn't be so protective, I can locate and listen to him through applications with location and voice permissions, leave it to me, I'll take care of it. ”

“Is there anything else we can do?” The ponytail man turned his head and looked at Zhang Heng.

“Thank you, nothing at this time. Let's wait until I've seen how the Black Nest controls Rhea. ”

At this point, the Renault landscape also drove down the highway to the front of the booked hotel.

After dinner, the five members of the 01 guerrillas went to purchase the equipment they needed, and Zhang Heng chose to act alone, because of the power of the other party, so he was also extra careful not to drive a rented car, but to take a taxi directly to a small bar called Green Frog.

At 11: 54 p.m., Zhang Heng pushed open the door to the green frog. He had already done his homework before coming, knowing that this was a very famous gay bar in Grenoble, and a very rare gay and lesbian bar.

Zhang Heng ordered a beer at the bar before a man came to him with a cowboy hat.

Zhang Hengwan refused the other party's request for a drink, while also looking at the surrounding environment in a dark way.

At 00: 32, Reya and her suffocating death band arrived at the bar, and according to information collected by Waldo, they performed every Wednesday and Saturday night at Green Frog, a complex environment that was clearly better suited to Zhang Henghiding than the school.

After a simple warm-up, Rhea walked up to the microphone with her bass in the crowd's cheers, but she didn't say anything and suddenly turned to the drummer behind her and hugged the blonde girl and kissed her.