As they walked around the crowd, Belel grew bigger and bigger, and as the smartest man in hell, he couldn't understand what they were saying, and finally the two of them went back to the bar and asked for two glasses of wine, and they decided to wait until the evening meeting began to see how the audience reacted. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a while, the pair of men and women also walked back, shook their heads apologetically, Belle didn't care, he couldn't do anything by himself, there was no need to be angry with his subordinates, seeing that the time was almost up, he took the three of them to find an inconspicuous place to sit at the scene of the exhibition conference in advance, waiting for the prey to appear.

When the bell rang for the conference, a young man with glasses came up to the stage and gave a brief introduction to himself, and then announced the opening of the conference, he was one of the initiators of the conference and a well-known hacker.

With the deepening of the conference, there are constantly hacker groups or individuals on stage to demonstrate a variety of hacking programs and the harm they can bring, unlike the excited attitude of other people in the meeting, they listen to the cold, in the eyes of these hackers, anyone who comes into contact with modern society has no secrets at all, and even more, thanks to the power of modern networks and information, they can even remotely control your car, your house, and even the pacemaker in your heart.

Mark, who has always been known for his toughness in Hell, left a cold sweat on his forehead, and muttered in his mouth: "Damn, fortunately, Hell doesn't have access to the Internet, and these people are not much different from us demons." ”

The Great Demon King of Pellet smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, he also felt the same way, although these hackers themselves have no malicious intentions, most of them are just curious or love pranks, but the consequences caused by them cannot be underestimated at all.

The hackalists are completely open-ended, so no one knows what the next person on stage will say, but that's something hackers like, and rules are always something they scoff at.

Soon, when the two on the stage showed off a hacking tool disguised as an Apple charger, a thin man wearing a hat and a vertical collar walked up to the podium, and from the part of his face he showed that he was not very old. This kind of costume immediately attracted everyone's attention, from everyone's past experience, anyone who dressed like this, most likely attacked some government system, because hacker conferences have never been indispensable to the secret agents of the national security agencies, but these hackers can't help but bury their great achievements in the bottom of their hearts, so the appearance of people in such costumes often means that there is a big event to happen.

"Ahem." The young man in the hat tried the audition, and the hackers below were even more excited, this kid even used a voice changer, obediently, what the hell did he do?

"Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to be here to share some of your works with you in this hacker event, well, I'm sure everyone here still remembers the Prism Gate incident a few years ago, the U.S. government always charges us people with endangering public safety, but in fact they themselves are the biggest criminals."

With his words, the crowd below was excited, and countless hackers were applauding him, but there were also a few people in suits who quietly approached the rostrum, and it should be that the government agents had already targeted him.

The young man keenly spotted them, and the corners of his mouth exposed outside his collar turned up slightly, "Okay, no more nonsense, now I'll reveal what I've done, just a month ago, I just broke through the major databases of the U.S. government, including the FBI, the CIA, and most importantly, the initiator of the prism: NSA, remember my name, Justice Storm!" ”

With that, the young man turned and ran backstage, and four men in suits chased after him frantically, not knowing when the screen behind the rostrum left the name and logo of the young man just now: a whirlwind pattern composed of numbers.

There was some chaos in the venue, there were government agents who arrested people in front of them, which was unbearable for these hackers, some strong hackers were already planning to catch up and help the pride among them, and more people were indeed a little flustered, for fear that there were still agents around, after all, there were few people in this room who did things that were not illegal, and in this panicked scene, no one noticed that the four people at the table in Belier had disappeared.

The young man who called himself Justice Storm shook off the agents chasing him according to the road map he had seen in the hotel system before, and then walked through the hotel kitchen from the back of the garbage to the downstairs as he planned, but unfortunately, he didn't notice that the agents behind him pressed the little thing in their ears, looked around and said, "Find the target, block all exits." Originally, he thought that no one would dare to bring wireless communication equipment at the hacker conference, but unfortunately he underestimated the energy of the government and the harm he caused.

When he went down the floor, he saw that there was no one around, so he threw his hat away, turned his jacket upside down, and took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on his face.

Before he walked down the lower floor, he keenly heard that someone in the stairs was walking towards it, and every time he reached a staircase, he opened the door and looked, he complained in his heart, it's broken, this is a big deal, looking at the posture, these people are completely coming for themselves, even if they are disguised, it is not very safe, there is no way.

He gritted his teeth and ran to the top of the building in desperation. The agents who chased him from the venue found him and followed him to the stairs, just in time to take a picture with his colleague who had come up from downstairs.

"Didn't find any suspicious people along the way?"

"Not a single one has found out."

The agent who looked like the head of the group frowned, looked up, and he still chose to believe in his own people, "Go, go up." ”

In this way, one escaped from a group of chases, and soon two groups of people came to the top floor. The young man ran to the edge of the building and looked down, the height of dozens of meters made him a little dizzy, he was only in his 20s, and he didn't plan to end his life so early.

"Kid, you seem to be in trouble?" An old voice sounded behind him, and he looked back, and Belette looked at him kindly.

"Who are you? Is it also popular to rehire agents now? ”

"No, no, no, I'm not in the same league as the gang that captured you, I'm here to help you."

"Really? How can it help? "Young people are not stupid, and not all good people are good people.

With a clang, the door to the roof of the building was kicked open, and six agents rushed out and pointed their pistols at the two of them, "Put your hands behind your heads, don't move!" ”

"It's a bad sight, I wanted to show some eloquence, but I'm in a bit of a hurry, I can't help it, Mark!" With a shout from Belier, a dark shadow pounced on the agents under the hacker's terrified eyes, and at the same time, a bewildering woman had crept up to his side, leaving him with no other thoughts. After a few screams, the roof of Caesar's Palace returned to calm and disappeared except for the mutilated bodies of the agents, and this time the hotel manager had another headache.