Because of the fight, the two blacks and Royce were kicked out by the bar security guards without accident.

Royce was dragged by two black men into a dark alley near the bar and beaten. After the beating, the two blacks turned around and left without saying anything. Royce sat on the ground for a long time before he climbed up to his feet in the trash can.

Two black men separated from a white man near the door of the bar, and the two split the money as they walked.

Royce was beaten up, his face was bruised and purple, and he didn't have the face to go even if he went to drink again. In addition, the wine I had just drunk also began to rise. He leaned against the wall and left the alley, and then he was able to fly back to his apartment. Back in the apartment, he fell straight into bed and fell asleep. I didn't even notice that the computer that I hadn't turned on recently was turned on.

Near the bar, the white man got into the car and waited for a while before seeing Royce come out of the alley and follow him all the way to Royce's apartment. He then made a phone call and said, "Boss, he's going back." ”

Link, on the other side of the phone, was waiting in the study. He asked in a deep voice, "He drank a lot?"

"Yes. Although he went back safely. But it was evident that he drank a lot. When he entered the apartment complex, he couldn't stand at all. ”

Link said in his heart: Why didn't there be a car accident and let that bastard play with Jesus? ”

After he hung up the phone, he clicked on the instant messaging system, clicked on the only friend in it, and typed two in the dialog box: "Do it!"

The other party replied with an 'OK' gesture, and the avatar immediately turned gray. And he immediately turned off the software and erased the traces of computer use.

With that done, he was ready to go to bed. Everything he could have done had already been done. The next thing you have to do is wait for the results.

He could have sat back, but a credit card company in New York was in a hurry, and the general manager was called to the company in the middle of the night because the company's customer system had been hacked and customer information had been downloaded. The hackers who broke in didn't even clear the traces of the invention.

When the general manager learned of all this, he immediately ordered the police to be called.

At the same time, the company's security consultants have identified the intrusion of IP addresses. One made a call, and soon a police officer came to the company, and they immediately made a phone call back to the headquarters after collecting evidence.

Not long after, a group of men wearing ABI vests burst into a Las Vegas apartment.

Royce was awakened by the police who broke down the door and was yelled at: "You are arrested, you can remain silent......"

He's still drunk and still hasn't figured out what happened. He screamed and cursed, almost saying: My dad is so-and-so, but ABI didn't talk to him at all, handcuffed him backhand, and then carried the person out of the apartment and threw him in the police car and took him away. Subsequently, some people took his Royce computer away.

The company that called the police was still scrambling because they found out that someone had put information about their company's customers on their Facebook page for people to download. And one of their employees found that there was an email in their mailbox, and the attachment in the email actually contained the information of their company's customers, in addition to the customer information of several other peers.

These disturbances did not affect Link at all, and he slept until dawn. When he got up in the morning, the first thing he did was to open his mailbox online, and he found two new emails inside. One was sent by the same Chinese hacker.

The email didn't have many words: "It's done, the other half, before twelve o'clock." "In addition to those words, there is a long list of numbers. Obviously, it was another bank account number.

Link opened another email and found that it was from Royce's mailbox, with several attachments in it. He narrowed the attachment, and when he opened it, he found that it was actually the information of some credit card company users. It's not complete, but it's a very important trade secret.

He took a deep breath, copied down the account, and deleted the hacker's email entirely. After all this last night, he sat in his chair for a while. He knew that if there was no accident, Royce would be thrown out of prison.

His goal was achieved. It's just that he didn't feel much when he was doing it, and the result was about to come out, but he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that he was a little unscrupulous.

However, after doing too much, he couldn't regret it, and went to the police to say that he had found someone to do it.

He sat for a while to calm himself down before going to wash. He came downstairs, where Benjamin was already waiting for him in the living room. Breakfast was pizza brought in and fresh milk.

After breakfast, he asked Benjamin to prepare the car, then went to the hospital for a follow-up appointment, and asked someone to deposit money into the account. After the follow-up visit, he asked Benjamin to go directly to the farm. Instead of going to Bakers Avenue.

In the car, he used his mobile phone to surf the Internet to see Royce's Facebook, and found that the account could not be found.

He looked at a major Nevada newspaper website, and there was a news story about a hacker named Royce Guslet who had been arrested by ABI: "He is suspected of hacking into several credit card companies to steal user information and publishing it on the Internet, and ABI also claims that Royce Guslet sent stolen customer information to more than 200,000 email addresses." Several of the credit card issuers that were hacked said they would initiate civil lawsuits. ”

When he saw this, he knew that even if Daddy Royce was the president of the United States, he couldn't save him. Perhaps James Guslet is glad that he is not a politician now, or else he would have been killed by this son. With such a son, even if he is now the president of the United States, he will be ousted by political enemies.

Link breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Royce is finished, then he doesn't have to worry about when a bullet will come at him from an unknown place.

He had just returned to the farm, and Warren, who had stayed on the farm, came to him with a calm face and said, "Boss, something has happened. ”

After listening to him, Link realized that there was a treasure hidden on his farm. If that's true, of course it's a good thing. But the problem is just a so-called treasure map posted on the Internet, which actually points to the location of the treasure on his farm.

He turned on his computer and looked it up on the Internet, and found that it was a guy named Ilot, who had uploaded a map made of brown paper on Facebook. Analysis led to the fact that the treasure map is located near the eastern section of the northwestern shore of Lake Mead.

The analysis is like telling a story, telling what Roosevelt signed a presidential decree to end the circulation of gold coin rolls. Some of the gold coin rolls of some wealthy people in the west were stolen before they were destroyed, and in order to avoid being pursued, those people buried the stolen gold coin rolls in the ground. And the treasure map is what those people left behind. Those were self-stolen soldiers, and later all died in Europe because of the outbreak of war, and the treasure map has only now been discovered.

There are a lot of holes in this story, but the numbers in the story are easy to overlook. More than a billion dollars worth of gold coins were buried somewhere in Hans's Farm, not to mention anyone else, and Link himself saw it and wondered if he could dig it around.

Warren said in a deep voice, "We only found out about this when we walked up and found someone with digging tools entering the farm without permission to dig. ”

When Link heard this, he frowned and said, "You mean someone has already come to the farm to dig?"

"Yes. When the workers found out about them, they informed us. We have expelled them. But those people were all from Las Vegas. And the number is small. ”

Link could hear what he meant. Now that the news has spread, maybe more people will come in the future. If there are too many people, the bodyguards on the farm will not be able to evict them all. Unless they use force. It's just that even if this is his farm, he has the right to protect his farm, and in the face of huge wealth, even in the face of strafing machine guns, I am afraid that some people will turn a blind eye.

If something too big happens on the farm, it can become unreasonable.

He frowned and thought for a while and said, "The Facebook page said that the denomination of the buried gold coin scroll was either five thousand or ten thousand. Aren't those denominations long gone?"

Benjamin seems to have some idea of this. He interjected: "Just out of circulation." However, it still accepts exchange, and the exchange rate is relatively high. Rumors borrowed this thing. ”

Link remembered a quote from the Facebook analysis: Officials said that all banknotes with denominations of more than $100 had been put into circulation, and if they had been fully recycled, it would certainly not be possible to accept them for exchange now.

This sentence gives those who want to dig for treasure more confidence in the authenticity of the so-called treasure map.

There are many places in the United States that are rumored to have treasures, and those places have been dug into battle-like potholes and there is no good land. If Hans Farm was like that, it would be a great problem for Link and Hans Farm.

His first thought was that someone was going to make trouble for him. He's now renovating the farm, and someone is causing trouble. It's clear that they don't want to build their own farms.

As for waiting for the rumors to pass, he didn't know when. There was even a person on that Facebook page who said that he bought a worthless farm because he knew there was a treasure here. Those deliberate brain holes mislead others, and they clearly didn't think about letting him have a good day.

He thought for a while and said, "Call the police immediately, and say that there is an illegal intruder on the farm." ”

Before he could finish speaking, a bodyguard walked briskly into the living room and said to Link, "Boss, there is a reporter outside who claims to be CNN who wants to interview you." ”