I Have A Super USB Drive

In the middle of the night, in the wealthy coastal area of ​​Cape Town, a private manor that is as luxurious as a royal palace reveals a strange tranquility.

Just like a heavily guarded palace, with three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, dozens of black-clothed bodyguards patrolled tirelessly in the huge manor, watching every wind and grass.

And in the heart of the private estate, in the most closely guarded bedroom, a skinny, haggard-faced man was lying on the bed and fell asleep, without his former glory.

It was Dlamini who had lost a lot of weight.

If he used to be a male lion, then after the kidnapping incident, he became a brutal and suspicious jackal.

In the past three months, Dlamini's temperament has changed drastically, from strategizing in the past to now beating and scolding his subordinates at every turn, and even several of his cronies were directly tied up in sacks and sunk into the sea because of a minor fault.

He was thinner almost visible to the naked eye, and his originally strong body gradually creaked, coupled with the pale and frosty complexion, now let alone his fifty years old, he was believed to be seventy.

Everyone found that Dlamini had changed. Now he is afraid of the cold and light, and has a strong sense of insecurity. He doesn't even leave the door. He just locks himself in his manor all day to handle affairs.

At this moment, Dlamini was sleeping on the wide oak bed, the room was lighted with soothing incense, but the frowning brows showed that he was not sleeping well at this time.

"Ding, task release reminder!"

Suddenly, a cold mechanical female voice broke into Dlamini's mind. In an instant, Dlamini opened his eyes, and endless bloodshots filled them in vain.

"you again!"

Dlamini's pupils shrank and murmured in a low voice.

At this time, he was no longer as embarrassed as he heard this voice for the first time. After all, he was the hero who had the power of life and death. Three months was enough for him to prepare for the matter.

He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Say!"

"No. gamma20220001, you have received the task from sigma05. Please turn on the computer within half an hour to check it."

"turn on computer?"

Dlamini was silent for a while. Instead of turning on the light, he walked to the desk in the dark and turned on the laptop. "What then?"

"drop!"

However, before Dlamini could finish his questioning, the screen of the computer that had just been started suddenly went black, and the original interface of the computer became a black and red pattern.

Dlamini narrowed his eyes, he reached out to the table, and finally took out a pair of reading glasses to put on his eyes.

Only then did he see the pattern on the computer.

It is a black and red circular pattern, or a logo.

The logo consists of two hands that are about to touch and a blood-red background.

The two hands are located on both sides of the logo, the left hand is hanging down slightly, and the right hand is extending the index finger, as if the two fingers will meet in the next moment.

Whether it is structure or location, this pattern reminds Dlamini of the fresco in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.

A mural called "Genesis".

The hand on the left represents the human Adam, and the hand on the right represents the God Jehovah.

However, unlike the mural, the hand that represents God on the logo is not a human figure, but a complete mechanical structure.

Seeing this scene, Dlamini suddenly realized that this logo was the symbol of that mysterious organization.

"Mr. Dlamini."

But just as Dlamini was emotional, a person's voice suddenly sounded on the computer.

"Who!"

Dlamini shuddered, his whole body tensed subconsciously, but then he relaxed again.

"We met, Mr. Dlamini."

However, the husky with a young voice said such a sentence.

Hearing this sentence, Dlamini's pupils shrank, and he instantly thought of the dark and bloody living room, that cheap and inferior hotel...

It was a nightmare he didn't want to recall.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Dlamini, I will formally introduce myself."

But unlike that day, the owner of that voice did not make fun of him at this time, but solemnly said, "I belong to the'God Forbidden Zone' organization, a member of the Council of Discipleship, number 05, you can call me--"

"Judas."

Judas?

Dlamini took a breath. The amount of information in this passage was so huge that it exploded. God's forbidden zone, the Council of Disciples, the number, and Judas...

What kind of organization is he involved in?

"Mr. Dlamini, your current status is a downline I developed. You originally belonged to the lowest delta level of the organization, but because you successfully completed the A-level task distributed by the organization three months ago, Therefore, he was exceptionally upgraded to gamma level."

The voice slowly said, "I'm sorry, I am not qualified as your mentor, and I didn't teach you what to do in the first time, so I am determined to give you a compensation."

After a pause, the voice added, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse."

Offline?make up?

Dlamini only felt dry and dry. He wanted to curse a few words at this voice, but reason stopped him in time. He had to swallow the frustration in his heart and asked hoarsely again, "Here Before, can I get to know this organization in your mouth?"

"Of course."

The voice paused, and then said, "Our God's forbidden zone is a group of people who are committed to pursuing longevity and even immortality, and they gather together. The members involve the entire federation, whether it is in Europe, America or the East, or here, we have trace."

With that voice speaking, Dlamini suddenly saw the computer screen change and a document appeared, "I have sent you the organization manual, but please do not try to print it or record it in other ways, otherwise you know it will what happened."

The voice didn't contain a hint of warning, but Dlamini trembled all over when he heard this, and subconsciously touched the back of his neck, his face pale.

The other party said it was a document, but it was actually a long agreement, which included the precautions of the God Forbidden Zone organization and the introduction of the God chip.

It was only then that Dlamini knew for the first time what the hell was in the wound on his neck...

"God chip, a kind of biological brain that assists human beings in work and life, you can say that it is a kind of technological revolution, a new generation of intelligent auxiliary system of human beings; you can use it to record everything you see before you, when needed Let it transmit the video to you over the network."

"At the same time, it can connect to the Internet anytime, anywhere, query any knowledge for you, or guide you how to do it when you encounter a problem."

"Even when you are in distress, it can automatically call the police, or take over your body, escape for you or kill the opponent."

"These functions will be opened step by step as your level in the organization increases..."

"This is the God chip."

The voice said faintly, "Now you should understand. We chose you. This is not a misfortune. Perhaps this is the opportunity for your real rise."

Finally, the voice suddenly lowered his voice, "Mr. Dlamini, do you want to be the next Mandela?"

Dlamini's pupils shrank.