Bit Mania [Hacking]

At sunset, the flow of people leaving work and school is like a wide-open sluice, flowing out from every corner of G City, a large southern city in Huaguo, and merging into the traffic and sidewalks. Sometimes someone looked down from the sky above the city, and they would see a scene like magma flowing—the red lava was the neon lights of the city, and the black lava was the black hair inherited from the blood of Yanhuang people.

As the first batch of places where the spring breeze of reform and opening-up blows, G City stretches its body full of vitality. You can see people's bright clothes, high heads, imported cars, and high-rise buildings that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. In the deep winter, the grass grows and warblers fly.

Because of the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, a layer of white water mist condensed on the window glass, making it difficult for people to see the outside scene clearly. Living in a high-rise building, they can only see the blurred neon lights below, which are intertwined like spider webs. I didn't care, I just sat by the window frame and drank the last sip of lemon juice in the glass.

Two and a half years have passed in a blink of an eye. Under the protection of Zheng Xiu, Zixin and Paul did not suffer much, except that they were unable to contact their relatives and friends in the past. Monitor the progress of the hunt passed by the FBI, and pay attention to it on weekdays. The imagined life of bullets and bullets is actually far away from them.

Because of Zheng Xiu's previous life experience, he knows the FBI's action methods and personnel distribution very well, so that he can easily escape tracking time and time again with Zixin, not to mention that this is the territory of Huaguo after all, and the relationship between Huami and Huami countries has always been It's ambiguous, no matter how unscrupulous the Americans are, they can't arrest people as blatantly as in their own home. This is one of the reasons why Zheng Xiu chose to stay in Huaguo.

Another reason is Hua Guo itself.This year has just officially connected to the Internet, and everything is in its infancy. The hacker culture has not yet started. Huaguo is far less concerned about cyberwarfare and hackers than developed countries like the United States, which have already tasted great sweetness. It is obviously easier to hide under the noses of regimes with weaker cyber armies.

Young, healthy, vigorous body maintained by exercising and a regular diet, a fresh mind, no scars from years of wandering, no deep smoking addiction like tarsal maggots, no long-term headaches caused by overuse of the brain... If Not counting the disorder of some aspects of memory, it can be called perfection.

What's more... Zheng Xiu turned his eyes to a certain direction in the room, and curled his lips irresistibly. That person was also healthy and young, and he had a vivid expression that he had never seen in his previous life. In this life, that person He would order a cake for his birthday days in advance, would happily invite himself to sit beside him, and light fifteen birthday candles for him.

Even if the belief in his heart is right in front of him, and he never believes in the so-called gods in the void universe, at this moment, Zheng Xiu sincerely felt a little gratitude from the bottom of his heart.

Some fly in the ointment though, some are still alive.Of course, this does not only refer to Yao Yizhi and Zhou Xiao. In Zheng Xiu's view, these two people are not important.Although Zhou Xiao knew that they had a relationship with Octo and couldn't stay just in case, in Zheng Xiu's eyes, the other party's IQ and skills were too easy to handle and nothing to be afraid of.And Yao Yizhi... In his previous life, this person hindered Octo from researching supercomputers, so that finally indirectly led to the destruction of Octo's mythology. How could Zheng Xiu not harbor hatred towards Yao in his heart? Xin has a close relationship with this person, so he planned to wait for a while, but on the night when Octo was surrounded, Yao Yizhi forcefully broke into their residence, but it also completely aroused Zheng Xiu's murderous intentions. He knew that if Don't let this person die, I'm afraid their identities will be exposed to the spy's eyes sooner or later.That's why there was a killing game against the two when they left back then, but these two guys were really lucky...

Forget it, most of them won't see you again... If you do, then you'll feel sorry for yourself.

There has always been only one person who really needs Zheng Xiu to worry about him—he, he is about to come out...

Zixin helped old Paul to sit at the dining table, and was the last one to sit down, pushing the cake in front of Zheng Xiu: "Come, make a wish."

Zheng Xiu looked at the person in front of him who was more excited than himself, and his heart warmed up. He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes flickered, and turned back into the harmless Zheng rabbit, and obediently closed his eyes and made a wish. , and then blew out the candles.

"Zheng Xiu, what is your wish?"

"Well...it's not allowed to say it."

"In my hometown, when making a wish, if there is a shooting star passing by, it will definitely come true," Paul interjected: "Go and see, is there any outside?"

Hearing this, Zixin stood up, ran to the window with his slippers on, opened the window and looked out, the cold winter wind suddenly poured into the warm room, he shivered uncontrollably, and quickly closed the window, Looking back and seeing the two people looking at him, Zixin touched his nose, stretched out his index finger and drew several slanted lines on the foggy window, until the entire window was covered, and then turned around again.

"Look, there are so many shooting stars, Zheng Xiu, your wish will definitely come true."

"Your drawing skills are unbelievable...I thought it was a bunch of vector symbols!" Paul said.

"Then it must be that you have been fooling your mind by calculating the vector space recently!"

An old man and a young man dismantled each other, and the bulky CD player played soothing music. The two young men divided the cake into several pieces. Paul picked up the big piece of chocolate in the middle of the cake with his dirty paws and ate it. Squinting his eyes happily, Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand and scraped off the cream from the corner of Zi Xin's mouth with his index finger, and put it into his mouth without any sense of disobedience, but was suddenly grabbed by the other party.

"Hey, Zheng Xiu..."

Seeing the rare expression on Zixin's face, Zheng Xiu unconsciously sat upright.

Louisiana, juvenile detention center.

It rained intermittently in December. The subtropical city located in the southern part of the United States has more than enough humidity and heat, but not enough winter cold.The tile floor of the canteen in the prison area was messed up by the muddy feet of the juvenile prisoners. The greasy soup mixed with the food was sticky and slippery with a peculiar smell, which made people frown.

A black-skinned thin boy made bread and corn soup from the window, huddled up and carefully squeezed out the crowd with the food in his hands, and ran towards a table full of people, and beside that table was a group of white people The boy, one of them is very strong, with blond hair. He may have eaten too much fried chicken in a fast food restaurant before he was imprisoned. Some stubble had already appeared on his chin at a young age, and he had a black tattoo on his chest. He is particularly eye-catching among a group of juvenile delinquents, and is also extremely sought after and admired.

In contrast, the black boy looked even more humble. He carried his food and ran towards the youth group headed by that person in trepidation, but someone suddenly tripped him, and the boy fell to the ground. The mud, bread and soup in his hand flew out all at once and spilled on the ground.

"Ah!..." he wailed in horror.

A foot stepped on the back of the boy's head, stopping his unfinished screams. The noise in the noisy cafeteria covered the crisp sound of the small broken nose bridge, and soon the blood was centered on the black boy's face down. Spreading out, the boy's body thrashed and struggled helplessly on the ground, while the people around him whistled excitedly.

"You can't even hold a piece of bread, what do you think you can do with your life alive!" The blond tattooed boy increased the strength on his feet maliciously.

"Boss Jason is right!" The boys around quickly laughed and echoed.

"Rubbish!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Like a dog barking, and I'll spare your life." Jason cocked his mouth.

"Wow!" The black boy hurriedly followed suit, but unfortunately the surrounding area was too noisy, and the juvenile delinquent boss pulled out his ears: "I can't hear you!"

"Wow woof, woof woof!" the boy screamed desperately, finally, the pressure on his head lightened, and then his waist was crushed by someone's foot, and soon the evil foot moved away, following the sound of footsteps, Gradually walking away, I vaguely heard someone say: "Really, my feet are dirty..."

Jason walked back to his exclusive dining table in boredom, put one foot on the chair, and stretched his waist greatly: "I was in the Gulf of Mexico half a year ago, use this," the bear-like boy waved an incongruous The huge fist of age: "One punch smashed the glass door of the convenience store and took away all the money in the cash register. The expression of the salesperson at that time...hahaha!"

"Wow, boss, you are really amazing!"

"Just came to us for two months, already killed Fred and Henry, and became the boss of the boss!"

"Hmm, life is so unchallenging. I thought someone in the juvenile prison would be worthy to play with me, but the result is so disappointing. Isn't there even a qualified opponent?" He looked around with his nostrils upturned. All around, all the juvenile delinquents in sight lowered their heads, not daring to vent their anger. Jason was about to retract his gaze with the corner of his mouth crooked, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure out of place in the corner.

That is an oriental man.The prison uniform on his body was washed clean, and even the uppers of his shoes were spotless. It was hard to imagine how this man came to the cafeteria along the muddy road from the cell building. Behind the ears, the yellow man's complexion is as white as he hasn't seen the sun for a long time. Although his physique is not very strong, it can be seen that it is not the kind of thin and thin boy who has not yet grown up, but... Please forgive him. Sen's English grades were poor since he was a child, and he couldn't find a suitable adjective after holding back for a long time. In short, it made people feel very harmonious and beautiful.

The oriental man put down the spoon in his hand and wiped his mouth with a paper towel. Jason stared wide-eyed at the leftover food on his plate, which was only allocated by prison guards and enjoyed state-subsidized meals! ——Isn't he a juvenile delinquent? How is he entitled to eat this kind of thing?Jason looked down at the bread and corn soup brought by his younger brother, and immediately flipped the table angrily.

"Who is he?!"

"Cell [-]." Following Jason's line of sight, seeing that it was that person, the expressions on the faces of some juvenile prisoners who had been in prison for a long time suddenly became secretive and whispered constantly.

"Six zero two?" The big man who had only been here for two months obviously didn't understand the meaning behind this number.

Some people in the crowd exchanged glances and said with a smile: "I heard that he is very strong and not easy to mess with."

"Very strong!" Jason really took the bait, smiled grimly, and stood up abruptly: "I will meet him!"

The burly boy strode towards that person while rolling up his sleeves, and soon stood in front of someone who was picking up a plate to wash it, and firmly grasped the plate in the opponent's hand with his hands, looking fiercely at him. with him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as an oriental person took advantage of the situation, the plate fell into Jason's hands.

"Oh? Thanks, I'll trouble you then."

The big guy was stunned for a few seconds before he came to his senses. When he was about to slam the dinner plate on the opponent's head in a rage, his back tightened suddenly, and a white prison guard who was much stronger than him was carrying him. He threw the man aside with his backhand, and cursed in English with a western accent: "What's the trouble, do you want to get an electric baton?"

Jason stiffened his neck: "Why stop me? As long as no one is killed, you prison guards won't care about this kind of thing!"

The prison guard gave him a sideways look, and said expressionlessly, "I just saved a fool by the way."

"Stupid?..." Jason stared at the Oriental man beside him, as if he understood the meaning of the prison guard's words, he laughed.

At this moment, a sound of neat military boots knocking on the ground came from outside the door. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. The first person to enter the door was the warden of the juvenile prison, followed by a group of prison guards. There were as many as a dozen or 20 people. Taser batons were pinned to their waists, and the juvenile offenders, who had been flaunting their might before, unconsciously moved away when they saw such a battle.

However, the prison guards did nothing when they came in. Instead, they turned around and stood on both sides. The warden wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and saw more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers walking in outside the door, wearing camouflage patterns and helmets. There was a golden badge on the uniform, and the sharp eyes of the soldiers quickly scanned the entire cafeteria. Soon, they seemed to have found their target, and walked towards Jason and the others with neat steps.

"He, they..." Real black submachine guns approached him, and any soldier was half a head taller than him. As this group of people approached, an aura of bloody slaughter on the battlefield approached him. When he came, Jason heard his upper and lower teeth chattering.

The soldiers glanced at him indifferently with inorganic eyes, and quickly moved away, walked around Jason, and said to the young man in the east, "Qi Xingchu, come with us." Two people stood up after speaking. , one on the left and one on the right to hold an oriental man named Qi Xingchu, and the muzzle of the submachine gun was pointed at him at the same time.

Qi Xingchu raised his hand, stretched it straight to the barrel of the gun, and pressed the muzzle of the gun down to point at the ground under the eyes of the soldiers who were facing an enemy. Jason heard him speak. The clear voice was not high, but in the quiet cafeteria He heard clearly: "Admiral Modric didn't ask you to invite me with this attitude."

The soldiers couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words. They all saw surprise in each other's eyes, and the expressions on their faces brought out a bit of respect. They put away their contempt and bowed slightly: "Please, Mr. Qi."

Xingchu thought that it was indeed the case, and it seemed to me that the request was really for that matter.After proving the guess in his heart, he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and left quietly with the soldiers.

It wasn't until a group of people disappeared from the door that a heated discussion broke out in the cafeteria, "Special forces, they are special forces!" Someone among the juvenile delinquents shouted: "The group that came just now are special forces. I saw it on TV before." Their badges!"

Jason pressed his heart, and the organ was still beating at a very high frequency: "Who the hell is he..."

"Who is he, you ask? Heh..." The prison guard who lifted him up earlier stood aside and looked at Jason with the eyes of a mouse: "This man," he pointed to his head, "had hit him paralyzed here. half of America."

"It is recorded in history...the creator of the 'August natural disaster'..."

In City G, cars are like flowing water, horses roam around like dragons.

"...Hey, Zheng Xiu, you said you were picked up at the gate of the orphanage on Christmas Eve, is that true..."

"...Well, what's the matter?"

"You must have suffered a lot," Zixin held the hand of the person in front of him, tears welling in his eyes, "It's the end of December, in such a cold day, how could anyone have the heart to throw a baby in the snow and ice?"

"... Ice... Snow?" Zheng Xiu was taken aback, his expression slightly distorted.

"Hic!" Old Paul choked, and sprayed coffee from his nostrils.

"What happen to you guys?"

"Uh...that..."

"Actually...Kangaroo Country is in the southern hemisphere. It's midsummer there in December..."

Zixin's eyes widened, and it took him a long time to yell out. With red ears, he crawled under the table, but the other two refused to come out no matter how much they persuaded him.

"Oh, it's not your fault that you don't have common sense...I'll take you to play with us another day..."

"……roll!"