Chapter Ninety-Four: It seems that this book is expected to be the successor to the series in his lifetime

Lines of code are pulsing on the computer's monitor. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The whole world is under the absolute control of 0s and 1s.

"It seems like a difficult task. Berkhoff frowned as he looked at the briefing in his hand.

Michael looked at him and said, "It is precisely because the ordinary police did not find too many clues in this case that it was the turn of the 'organization' to take action." We don't have so many worries about our actions, you just need to find the slightest clue. ”

Berkhoff pondered for a moment.

He put down the briefing and tapped it on his keyboard. Several pages of the report popped up on the display.

"Well, I used the shadownet to find the preliminary report of the NYPD Detective in charge of this case. Berkhoff said, looking at the screen.

Michael rubbed his forehead with a headache and said, "Can't you just change the word?"

"Hey, if you write and develop a software yourself, you can unconditionally access all the documents of any country and any government, well, most countries and governments, you can also name your software as you like!" Burkhoff immediately looked up at Michael and declared solemnly.

Michael reluctantly changed the subject and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Web of Shadows!" Burkhoff emphatically said, "NYPD detectives did not find any clues on the devices installed on the victims. The devices have very obvious handiwork marks, so the detectives tried to determine which manufacturer and seller the materials belonged to, starting with the materials of the devices, but it seems that there is no result yet. On the contrary, there has been some progress in the bulletproof glass on the perimeter. ”

Michael looked interested.

Berkhoff extracted the report on bulletproof glass and enlarged it on a large screen in the command room.

"They found the manufacturer and seller of the bulletproof glass, but according to the seller's description, the bulletproof glass was purchased online, and the purchaser's name was Jonathan Edwards, and the delivery address was a semi-abandoned apartment. NYPD detectives found no useful clues there, and the Internet traced IP addresses to Switzerland, and Jonathan Edwards was an 18th-century theologian. ”

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the big screen and said, "You must have found something that these detectives didn't find." ”

"Bingo!" replied Burkhoff, somewhat excited. "Although this man covered it up well and successfully fooled the NYPD detectives, I still found traces of him. ”

Electronic traces!

Michael's spirit was shocked, and he knew that as long as Berkhoff found a trace on the Internet, it would only be a matter of time before he found this person.

Berkhoff's hands began to wave on the keyboard, like Maya Prisetskaya dancing "The Death of a Swan" on Red Square.

Michael turned, ready to head to the training ground to see how the would-be killers/agents were training.

Real-life hackers are not as dashing as in film and television works, and they can hack into a system in a dozen seconds to a minute - this is all due to montage.

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Inside the library.

Alex and Madrigal are sitting at a desk studying.

It's been three days since the incident with Blake and the others. It's a very, very sad and worrying thing, but life has to go on. What's more, the exam still has to go on. The consequence of drowning in grief and anxiety is the end of a GPA from 4 to 3.

"Didi Di !!"

Suddenly, there was a rapid and shrill chirp from Madrigal's headphones, a red warning flashed on the computer screen, and the phone on the table began to vibrate violently.

Madrigal, who was flipping through a book, was suddenly stunned.

How can it be??!!

This classic line popped up in the mind of the madrigal.

He immediately put down the book in his hand and tapped his hands on the keyboard of his laptop.

"!!"

Madrigal took a deep breath.

He was under heavy attack.

Enemy, who is it?

(Ahhh!!!!h Now it seems that the book has broken away from the outline and is flying into the distance, and it is getting farther and farther away┑( ̄Д ̄)┍)