Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Southern California Prison.

Minute was roughly taken to the meeting room after two early warnings were pushed away.

As the heavy iron door closed, the whole small room suddenly calmed down.

Vain and slightly swollen eyes, Minute with her hands handcuffed, barely lifted her spirits and measured the eyes of a man sitting opposite her.

It was a man in his forties, dressed in an ironed suit, well played, wearing an expensive watch like a successful man. Yet the face, full of wind cream, makes him look nothing like someone who often sits in an office with great respect.

Meaningless guessed something, Minnett grinned and laughed.

“I guess you're not my lawyer. ”

“Lawyers can't save you, but we can,” the man in the suit smiled slightly, and the ditch on his face stood like a blade, then he stretched out his right hand full of calluses, in a somewhat gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Biddle Manson, your future boss. ”

As if he had heard something funny, Mittel was handcuffed to the ground, resting his hands on the table, giggling and laughing.

Until he had enough laughter, he straightened himself up and watched Manson sitting opposite him glance at him, his words mocking.

“You got the wrong guy, and while I'm willing to do anything for America, that doesn't mean I'm willing to be a White House dog. ”

“We're not the White House, we're the CIA. ”

Closed to Minnett's face, Manson with a smile on his face suddenly converged and stared at him with a poisonous snake looking at his prey gaze, until his eyes revealed a glimmer of fear, before gently retreating a few inches, sitting back in his seat, and saying easily, "Although the court has not yet pronounced you guilty, based on the evidence we gathered from your home, I promise you that even if you bring in the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we can keep you here until the middle of the next century. ”

Speaking of which, Mansonton smiled like a demon on his face.

“And Mr. Minute, you're probably the kind of person who stays home a lot. ”

Mittel frowned when his face was tense and he heard this unknown, so the question was: "… what do you mean? ”

“Nothing,” Manson said with a smile, "I just wanted to tell you that a little white face like you would be very popular here. ”

At this moment, Mittel's face finally changed completely.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

As if very satisfied with the look on his face, he stared carefully at Manson for a while and smiled.

“You have enough time to think about my offer until the trial… Of course, if you want to experience months of prison life and regret it, I'm not sure I'll need you then. ”

The throat knot moved up and down, Minnett struggled for a while and eventually relaxed his shoulder and said.

“What do you want me to do...”

Manson smiled, "The CIA still doesn't have an expert in precision information technology, so I'm officially inviting you to join us and you can serve your sentence at our designated location without having to be with the real criminals. And, if you can do it, you can get a proper commutation of your sentence, or you can be released after five or six years. ”

This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.

Manson looked at the watch and pressed the timer button.

He was only going to give him 10 minutes, and if he still didn't nod 10 minutes later, he probably wouldn't have nodded either.

But fortunately, he didn't run out of ten minutes.

After just three minutes of waiting, Minnett sat across from him and spoke.

“I accept your offer…”

“Well, then we're a set of people on board now. ”

Although he nodded so quickly by accident, Manson was not surprised that the prisoner would opt for compromise in front of him.

Smiling against the chair, the CIA official left room to continue, “I can't untie you yet, but I'm sure you'll be transferred somewhere else in three days. ”

In Mittel's tone, with a few gluttones, he got nervous and asked, "Where are you taking me? ”

“It's too early to say this, and you'll know it," Manson lowered his body slightly with his hands on his knees, staring at him with a slightly oppressive gaze, continuing, "Now, I need to ask you something, and you have to answer me honestly, and it's a matter of whether or not our previous agreement worked. ”

“Ask," the resistance has been completely abandoned, the expression on Mittel's face hasn't changed much, “but just in case, let me remind you that even if I were the BOSS of Predator Eagle, I don't know the identity of the other members in reality. ”

Manson smiled and shook his head and said, "You mean your ‘kids’? You don't have to worry about this, your little buddies have basically fallen off the grid within half an hour of your arrest... let me think about who all the IDs were caught... hunters, lone wolves, and a child... but that one was caught by the Chinese. ”

“There are still people at large, but catching them is only a matter of time. After all, we have their true identity. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, if you don't persuade them to turn themselves in, at least we can catch them a little better. ”

has been…

Gotcha?

Hearing Manson report this ID, Mittel's face grew pale and his forehead seeped with bean-sized sweat beads and his eyes filled with unbelievability and fear.

That's impossible!

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

But now this CIA official actually tells him that his associates were basically caught within half an hour of his arrest?

This means that Dr. Z not only took control of his computer and server when he was fighting him, but even freed a hand and rubbed the rest of the predator eagle against the ground.

This guy...

Still human?

Staring at Mittel's widening and shrinking pupils, Manson felt something wrong, but he kept asking, "Now, I want you to tell me exactly what happened to you. ”

Like a dream, listening to the handcuffed Minute, muttering to himself.

“Ghost...”

“Ghost?” Manson frowned and said dissatisfied with this unexpected answer, "I advise you to answer carefully. ”

“Not a ghost, but a demon! Demon! Or something like that...”

When the eyes were covered in blood, Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, like crazy, "This is not something humans can do, absolutely not! ”

Manson said seriously: "Calm down, let's get this straight. We suspect that the man you're dealing with is a good cyber warrior in the Eastern Ward of China. Now that we've locked three possible identities, I need your help to lock--”

All of a sudden, a laughing voice appeared.

Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson with a little stunning on his face, and said, "Those people? I admit they're good, but they're not that good yet. You know, Mr. CIA, even stronger hackers have physical limits, unless you can tap the code with your mind, and if that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there's no such thing as not even a chance to fight back. ”

Manson frowned and asked: "You mean, you… you have no room to fight back when confronted with that man's attack? ”

If that were the case, they would have to reassess the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.

At the same time, this is the last thing he wants to hear...

“Yes,” Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with his bloody eyes, "just didn't get a chance to fight back, even when he was fighting me, he could still type and humiliate me with some strange characters... I know my thoughts can be absurd, but I doubt that guy was human at all! ”

“I'm sorry I'm an atheist," he shrugged his shoulder, and after a moment of silence, Munson continued, “So go on with the question, what ID did he use to communicate with you? ”

“Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson.”

Like hearing something funny, Mittel's mouth made a dry laugh, like ridiculing the man sitting across the street, and continued to say it like he was ridiculing himself.

“His name is Dr. Z, go find him! ”

“If anyone can really find him in the world...”

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(Ten Thousand Words Challenge Day 8, seems to be the last day of 5.15 activities, liver pain QAQ)