Southern California Penitentiary.

Pushed and escorted by two alerts, Miniet was rudely led to the interview room.

As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly fell silent.

Minitte, with his eyes empty and somewhat puffy, and his hands were handcuffed, barely lifted his spirits and looked at the man sitting opposite him a few times.

It was a man in his forties, dressed in an ironed suit, neatly dressed, and wearing what looked like an expensive watch, like a successful man. However, that weathered face made him look no more like a pampered person who often sat in the office.

Vaguely guessing something, Miniet grinned.

"I'm guessing you're not my lawyer."

"The lawyer can't save you, but we can," the man in the suit smiled, the furrow on his face standing up like a blade, and then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a rather gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Biddle Manson, your future boss." ”

As if hearing some funny joke, Mittel landed his handcuffed hands on the table and giggled.

It wasn't until he had enough of laughing that he straightened up, glanced at Manson, who was sitting across from him, and said mockingly.

"You're looking for the wrong person, and while I'm willing to do anything for America, that doesn't mean I'm willing to be a dog in the White House."

"We're not the White House, we're the CIA."

Approaching Minnet's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly restrained his smile and stared at him with a serpent's gaze like a prey, until there was a look of fear in his eyes, and then he gently stepped back a few inches, sat back in his seat, and said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we have gathered from your home, I promise that even if you bring in the best lawyers in Los Angeles, we can let you stay here until the middle of the next century." ”

At this, Manson paused, a demonic smile on his face.

"And Mr. Minitte, you're probably the kind of person who often stays at home and doesn't go out."

His face tensed nervously, and when he heard this unexplained question, Mitre frowned: "...... What do you mean? ”

"It's not interesting," Manson said with a smile, "I just wanted to tell you that a little white face like you must be very popular here." ”

At this moment, Mittel's face finally changed completely.

A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared carefully at Manson, who admired it for a while, and said with a slight smile.

"You have had enough time to consider my proposal until the trial...... Of course, if you want to experience a few months in prison and then regret it, I'm not sure if I'll need you at that time. ”

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Miniet struggled internally for a while, and finally his shoulders loosened and he spoke.

"What do you want me to do......"

Manson smiled and said, "CiA is still short of an expert who is proficient in information technology, so I now formally invite you, as long as you join us, you can serve your sentence in our designated location without having to stay with those real criminals." Moreover, if you can make meritorious contributions, you can also reduce the sentence appropriately, and you will be released after five or six years. ”

This time, Mitre was silent for a long time.

Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the chronograph button.

He was only going to give him ten minutes, and if he didn't nod after ten minutes, then probably he wouldn't be able to nod his head again.

Luckily, he didn't run out of ten minutes.

After only three minutes of waiting, Minitte, who was sitting across from him, spoke.

"I accept your offer......"

"Very well, then we are now a set of people on a boat."

Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not at all surprised that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.

Smiling back in his chair, the CIA official continued with ease, "I can't uncuff you right now, but I can guarantee that within three days you'll be transferred to another place." ”

With a hint of jealousy in his tone, Mitre suddenly became nervous and asked, "Where are you going to take me?" ”

"It's too early to say that, you'll know then," Manson folded his hands on his knees, and Manson lowered his body slightly, staring at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze, and continued, "Now, I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully, whether or not our previous agreement has worked. ”

"Just in case, let me warn you, even if I'm the boss of the Predator Eagle, I don't know who the other members are in reality." ”

Manson smiled, shook his head, and said, "You mean those 'kids' of yours?" You don't have to worry about this, just half an hour after you were arrested, your friends were basically arrested...... Let me think about who the IDs are that have been caught...... Hunter, lone wolf, and a child...... But that one was caught by the Chinese. ”

"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before they are caught, after all, we already know their true identities, even if we let them go, the Chinese will definitely not let them go. Seriously, if you don't persuade them to turn themselves in, at least it's better to be caught by us. ”

It has been ......

Caught?

Hearing Manson's ID, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

That's impossible!

He had thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape the pursuit.

And yet now this CIA official actually told him that his accomplices were basically caught within half an hour of his arrest?

This means that when Dr. Z fought him, not only did he take control of his computer and server, but he even freed up his hand and pressed the other members of the Predator Eagle to the ground one by one.

This guy ......

Is it still human?

Staring at Mittel's dilated and narrowing pupils, Manson sensed something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you." ”

As if in a dream, listening to the handcuffs, Miniet muttered to himself.

"Ghost ......"

"Ghosts?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfiedly, "I advise you to answer seriously. ”

"It's not a ghost, it's the devil! Demon! Or something like that......"

His eyes were bloodshot at some point, and Mitre hugged his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something that humans can do, absolutely impossible!" ”

Manson said solemnly: "Calm down, let's make it clear, we suspect that the person fighting with you is a master of the cyber warfare force in the Eastern Theater of Operations, and now that we have locked down three possible identities, I need you to help us lock-"

Suddenly there was a sneering sound.

Mitre shook his head, looked at Manson, who had a somewhat stunned expression, and said, "Those people? I'll admit they're great, but not to that extent. You know, Mr. CIA, even the best hacker has a physical limit, unless you can type code with your mind, and if that is the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not...... There is no such thing as not even having a chance to fight back. ”

Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you...... You don't have any room to fight back against that person's attack? ”

If this is the case, they will have to reassess the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare force.

And at the same time, it was the last thing he wanted to hear......

"Yes," Mittel looked up, looking at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "but he didn't have the slightest chance of fighting back, and even when he was fighting me, he could even type and humiliate me with some strange character expressions...... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I suspect that guy isn't human at all! ”

"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Shrugging his shoulders, Manson was silent for a moment before continuing to ask, "Then continue with the question just now, what ID does he use to communicate with you." ”

"Don't you watch the news? Mr. Manson. ”

As if hearing something funny, Mitre's mouth let out a dry laugh, as if mocking the man sitting across from him, and as if mocking himself.

"His name is Dr. Z, go find him!"

"If there is really anyone in this world who can find him......"

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(On the eighth day of the 10,000-word challenge, it seems to be the last day of the 5.15 event, and my liver hurts a little QAQ)