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The next morning, when they met TAM again in front of the E3 exhibition hall, Zhao Nuo and Christine both had dark circles on their faces.

"You look very unmotivated. Could it be that last night...... "A meaningful smile appeared on TAM's rugged face.

"Don't think about it, I was called up by the police in Los Angeles to go to the police station this morning." Zhao Nuo couldn't help but yawn as he spoke.

Last night, I tested the "Hell Arena" mode until midnight, and was woken up by a call from the LAPD police officer early in the morning, Zhao Nuo's mood at this time can be described as extremely bad. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't know TAM too well, I might not be able to help but get angry.

"I've heard the princess say that it's miserable for you to be chased by a madman with a chainsaw." TAM laughed, turned to Christine and said, "MURDER7 contacted me last night and asked me to tell you that he won't be able to play games for a while." ”

"What's wrong?" Christine asked, and Zhao Nuo also waited curiously for TAM to explain the situation.

-- The identity of the god-level hacker MURDER7 is one of the few things that can arouse his "hobby of gossip" in his heart, and the identity of that mystic himself belongs to the existence of urban legends.

"It seems that the FBI or somewhere else are eyeing him, and he says that he wants to go abroad for a while. With that guy's ability, it is not difficult to get fake documents to go abroad. TAM explained.

“FBI…… Let's hope that guy gets away. Zhao Nuo sighed.

In fact, Hellfire Entertainment has faced crises several times before, all with the help of MURDER7. If the hacker is really arrested, it can be said that for Hellfire, it can be said that it is a powerful help that can do everything on the Internet, and it can be regarded as a big loss.

"I hope so." Christine, who is the leader of the North American FPS League, looked like she didn't care, and turned her head to look at the entrance of the Los Angeles International Convention Center: "Let's go in, shall we?" ”

……

At the same time, the city of Denver, USA.

Five special police officers in pitch black are sitting in a very inconspicuous moving company truck, inspecting their weapons and equipment.

The MP5A3 submachine gun with a silencer, the SIG-P226 pistol, and the SWAT model Daredevil Sabre, these guys in black combat uniforms undoubtedly represent the highest standard of combat power of the American police.

On the ultra-thin plasma display hanging on the inner wall of the carriage, the familiar face of the scarred commander appeared, and the same person was repeating the mission to the dispatched police officers:

"This time the target is one of the most dangerous hackers the United States has ever seen, and his location and personal information have been sent to your laptop. Start at 8:30 a.m., we'll turn off the power in that block, and you can break in and subdue your target. If the target resists, is there a problem with allowing immediate shooting? ”

Generally speaking, these SWAT officers who are experienced in combat will always answer "no problem". But this time the situation was obviously a little different, because one of them had already raised his hand to ask:

"Boss, isn't there anything wrong with the target data? Are you sure this person is the hacker? ”

"We've checked the information beforehand, and it's impossible to have errors, that's what you're aiming for! Have more questions? "The commander's voice was harsh.

"However, this person looks ......" The special police officer who asked the question tried to retort, but was interrupted by the commander before he could finish speaking.

"Don't be fooled by his appearance, this guy is the dangerous hacker 'MURDER7' that the Pentagon's electronic warfare experts have been looking at for several years before finally finding him, who has hacked into the internal networks of the Pentagon and the CIA (United States Central Intelligence Agency) several times, and may even have the password for our nuclear weapons. In a sense, this person may even have the ability to provoke a world war, don't underestimate him! ”

"Yes." The policeman who had just asked the question hung his head listlessly.

"If it's okay, remember our principles of action: fast, low-key, rush, uniform."

Speaking of this, the commander paused and instructed again: "Remember that you are facing a top-level hacker, even if there is a power outage, don't let him touch any electronic items with batteries, even if it is an electronic watch and calculator, you can't let him get his hands on it, don't take it lightly!" ”

With that, he cut off the call, leaving only the five people in the enclosed truck compartment looking at each other.

"Captain, do you really think this person is MURDER7?" The SWAT officer who asked the question just now took out the PDA and pointed to the photo on the screen.

"I don't believe it either, but the above bite is definitely this person, and I can't do anything. Anyway, just catch him. The man who sat in the middle, known as "Captain," examined his black mask and the thermal imaging camera on his head.

This time, his team is going to arrest one of the most dangerous hackers in the history of the United States, and it is said that the threat of this person even exceeds that of Kevin, who was recognized as the "king of hackers" back then. Mitnik.

Although he doesn't look like a threat at all, the captain doesn't dare to take it lightly at the moment, he has seen every scene in the police for ten years, and he will not make low-level mistakes such as "judging people by their appearance" at all.

The van began to slow down and slowly stopped. The captain looked at the time on his wrist, it was 8:25 a.m.

Looking outside with the help of a tiny camera mounted in the cab, they saw that the van was parked in front of a small two-story apartment, and on the verdant lawn, small sprinklers were spraying water, making the grass below green.

"Check your gear and get ready to break in." Said the captain.

It was determined that there were no problems with their own armament. The captain stood in front of the door of the van, silently grasped the door handle, and patiently waited for the task instructions.

About thirty seconds later, the commander's familiar voice finally came from his wireless headphones:

“BLACKOUT。”

"DO IT, GOGOGO!"

The captain slammed open the compartment door, and the five men rushed to the door of the second-floor apartment, kicked open the apartment door and rushed in, and the five submachine guns were pointed at the five corners that might be threatening.

“CLEAR！”

"No one, Chris stays here, the others come with me!" The captain gave the order quickly, pointed to the stairs above, and made a "rush" gesture.

Standing at the top of the stairs and carefully probing to observe, there was no human figure. The four quickly rushed to the second floor and inspected a bedroom and warehouse, but found no trace of the target.

According to the information I got just now, the hacker named MURDER7 did not leave the house, that is, his location can already be determined at this time.

"Be careful."

The captain said cautiously and slowly walked forward, standing in front of the door of the innermost bedroom, the only one that had not been checked, gently holding the doorknob, and secretly began to count down in his heart.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Smack!"

Slam open the unlocked bedroom door and rush into the messy bedroom that looks like an "otaku". The captain aimed his gun at the figure sitting in the middle of the room within 0.5 seconds, and shouted, "Hands up!" ”

The man didn't move.

"Hands up!" The captain took a step forward as he spoke, and the three team members behind him also rushed in, and four MP5 submachine guns aimed at the man at the same time.

"Target confirmed." A police officer next to him came to the final conclusion after comparing it with the photo displayed on the computer screen on his arm.

"Hands up!" The captain shouted again.

But MURDER7, who was sitting at the small table, turned a deaf ear to his words, still holding a piece of dark chocolate cake and eating it fragrantly, and said inarticulately:

"Did you have a power outage? I'm playing a game. ”

"It's none of our business what you do, now stand up and put your hands behind your back." The captain said and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.

"The CIA's scrap wood was pretty fast this time, and I thought they would be in a few days." The little child sitting at the table blinked slyly, not at all meaning to stand up.

It was a little girl barefoot in a pink printed pajamas, with a delicate face under her short brown hair. It's not so much a hacker as a well-behaved doll. Saying that this guy is a dangerous hacker with a nuclear weapon password, even the captain didn't believe it in the first place.

But now, after talking to this person, he finally realized that this guy was indeed the god-level hacker who played the Pentagon and the CIA alone - MURDER7.

Although the age seems to be very small, this person's words and deeds reveal a temperament that does not match his age, and he looks like a middle-aged man possessing a little girl, which can be said to be full of disobedience. And......

"Would you like to have some? Hungry in the morning, right? The little girl shook the fork in her hand.

-- This person doesn't look down on these special police officers at all, let alone the police, and even the Pentagon and the White House are probably the objects of her contempt.

Realizing this, the captain finally couldn't hold back any longer, stepped forward and pulled the girl who was still eating up directly, rudely pressed her to the bed next to her, and handcuffed her thin wrists.

"You're arrested." He said.

"I can accuse you of child abuse." MURDER7 is still very calm.

"Then I'll have to wait until you can get out of prison, judging by the crimes you've committed now, you probably won't be able to figure it out in this life." The captain said coldly.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Do you have a computer? MURDER7 asked.

“…… Less nonsense, let's go. ”

The captain didn't want to talk to the "precocious" guy any longer, so he just pushed her thin shoulders and turned away with the felon. R1152