Bitbite can be said to be the engine of the entire dark world of Blue Star, those things that cannot be exposed to the sun, driven by this engine 24 hours a day, running efficiently, in some things, this anonymous trading platform, even more efficient than the United Nations.

Paul also came into contact with the largest hidden trading platform of Blue Star by chance.

As the president's scientific assistant and one of his most trusted people, Paul sometimes represents the president at some of the FBI's related meetings, such as when the media unanimously accuses the president of having a hairy eyebrow, even as the most powerful person on the blue star, the president cannot prevent the FBI from initiating an investigation into him.

Of course, there are countless ways to make the investigation a farce, such as having a science representative who knows nothing about politics attend an FBI meeting, asking some puzzling questions, and so on, and so on.

At the FBI meeting, Paul heard Bitbite's name more than once, "Is this a newly issued blockchain token?" The first time he heard the name, Paul asked without hesitation.

The FBI's chief agent looked at Paul like an idiot, "It's a hidden underground market," the chief agent said.

"You've heard of the Brent futures market, right?" Such a question was simply an insult to Paul, who has a doctorate in economics, and he snorted with a blushing face and did not answer this stupid question.

However, it seems that the chief agent did not deliberately stimulate Paul, "Bitbite is the Brent market in the dark world",

"Mercenaries, arms dealers, drug dealers, and even the official intelligence agencies of various countries will look for what they want here",

The chief agent pulled out the screen in front of him and pointed to a middle-aged man with thick black-rimmed glasses and a blurred face, "It is said that our lovely president was contacted by this famous agent of Bitbite, "It is said that our lovely president contacted the woolly bear through this famous agent of Bitbite",

Obviously, the chief agent is orthodox and lacks due respect for the new president who defeated his own candidate and elected as a candidate, and Paul secretly wrote down his name.

"On the first day of the new FBI boss, this guy who doesn't know the current affairs can pack up and leave", Paul has already sentenced him to death in his heart.

"Everything you can think of, even what you can't imagine, can be found at Bitbite," said the chief agent.

"Of course, Bitbite also has its own guidelines, such as buying low-tech things like homicide, which are not encouraged at Bitbite."

Although it was a glimpse of the Bite, Paul, who had a great memory, still wrote down the URL of Bitbite, and a series of cumbersome access methods.

When you open Bitbite's website in your browser, you can only get the error message "The server refused to connect", and in order to access this underground trading center hidden in the dark, you first need a special browser.

The https protocol supported by ordinary browsers will establish a reliable, encrypted link between the browser and the server through a series of key exchange steps, so that even if someone else installs a sniffer program on your Internet router, they will not be able to get anything you enter during browsing the website.

This is also the reason why before entering any username and password, check that the protocol displayed on the browser must be https and not http, if it is http, as long as the sniffer is installed on any router between you and the server, congratulations, your username and password will not be secret in front of the owner of the sniffer.

But accessing Bitbite is not as simple as HTTPS, first of all, it is completely different from the ordinary HTTPS based on SSL, up to 4096 bits of elliptic curve encryption algorithm, so that the FBI giant computer will also despair, ordinary website HTTPS uses the RSA algorithm, and according to the grapevine, the 1024-bit RSA password has been cracked by the FBI.

The special encryption algorithm, and the unique multi-handshake protocol are just the beginning, to access Bitbite is much more complicated than this, you also have to control at least three or more devices located on different continents, and initiate an access at the same time, after the combination of the three key algorithms, the communication will be divided into three different parts, only by combining the three parts, can the complete content be deciphered, but once the response time of the protocol exceeds a short interval, the server will disconnect at any time.

What's even more terrifying is that the ACK packet that establishes the connection is very likely not to come from the address you requested, but from any possible device on the network, or even a mobile device, so in order to connect to Bitbite, you must also have your own protocol stack implementation.

Paul isn't a hacker, and while he's a top-notch dual PhD holder, it's a bit too embarrassing for him to do it all on his own.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of talents in this area in the rice country, as the president's chief scientific representative, Paul also has his own team, also from Texas Bron is a professional hacker, known for hacking into the system of the Rice Fed, but because the tail of the hand is not clean enough, he was caught by the FBI, and this guy transferred millions of dollars through seven or eight bank cards before he had time to enjoy it, and he was invited by the FBI to the bureau to train the detectives.

After Paul knew all this, he secretly fished Bron out of the FBI under the banner of the president, do you feel familiar with this? By the way, this is the same as Wang Yinan fishing Chen Zihao out of prison, so there must be a hacker behind a character who is making trouble.

Bron secretly installed his own Bitbite protocol stack for Paul's laptop, and after adding a multiple broiler springboard, Paul slowly stretched out his tentacles in Bitbite.

You know,There's no thing in the world that the American knife can't do.,If there is,It's definitely the number on the American knife or the bank card that needs to be bound to the identity.,Brion was caught by the FBI because he accidentally used his bank card to start happy.。

Although he turned the knife seven or eight times and passed through countless strangers' accounts, for the FBI, tracking down a fund transaction was just a few more minutes of wasted time.

Therefore, if there is something that the American knife can't do, then use digital currency, go to the center, it can't be traced, it's simply a necessity for killing people and setting fires when the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Paul discovers that the only hard currency in Bitbite is Bitcoin, a string of virtual numbers that can even be bought with mushroom bombs!

The seller from a certain country in Central Asia clearly marked the price, 1000bitcoin a warhead, Tong Suo was not bullied, Paul was stunned to find that the seller even had two transaction records!

You know, any transaction in Bitbite cannot be forged, and the transaction of 1000 bitcoin, even if the store is praised, pro, the cost of this is too high.

tentatively released two tasks, and Paul found that the efficiency of Bitbite was really not built, such as the recording of the former secretary of the White House, which was just a rumor, and Paul spent dozens of bitcoins to get it.

Paul also took the recordings to the FBI's laboratory for testing, and concluded that "the recordings were not faked, or the level of falsification exceeded our testing level."

After a few successful deals, Paul finally entered Bitbite's so-called roundtable forum, where only the real bigwigs, bigwigs, or crazy people haunt it.

Paul put his bounty on it, to find a real mercenary, who has fought and seen blood, no reason is needed, all the equipment needed Paul is responsible for it, the hired person only needs to be in the right time and place, press a switch.

Of course, not a professional mercenary, it is not so easy to do it by flipping a switch.

On the east coast of the rice country, although this motel is small, but there is still a bar, it is not the tourist season, there are no people in the hotel, under the dim light, classical country music sounded leisurely, mainly with metallic SAX, coupled with the singer's nostalgic interpretation, so that Paul can't help but think of his hometown, the ranch that is gone forever, and the leisurely time.

Contrary to Paul's imagination, the mercenary contacted through Bitbite was not the kind of muscular man who looked like a muscular man at a glance, and the man sitting in front of the bar was estimated to be less than 1.75 meters, with a thin body, a somewhat half-raced complexion, and a pale face.

The little man has a cocktail in front of him, and generally speaking, most of the people who come here to drink cocktails are women, and men always have a large glass of dark beer that is more energetic.

It seems that this guy has been here for a short time, and there is only a shallow layer of wine left in the glass, although he did not wear sunglasses and a mask like Paul, but the man's face did not have any expression, like a piece of stiff ice, and the words "Do not approach the living" were almost written on the door of his head.

Turning around, Paul walked over, the little man made a circle with his left hand, and made a victory gesture with his right hand, which was the code agreed by the two on Bitbite, Paul shook his head, nodded again, and shook his head again.

Seeing Paul match the agreed code, he took out a green note from his pocket and pressed it under the cup, the pale-faced connector didn't talk much nonsense, turned around and followed Paul out.

Paul took him to the back of his pickup and pulled the crate open.

A long strip of canvas-wrapped object lay quietly in the cargo box, the little man leaned over, unzipped the canvas bag, looked at the metal object inside, and pulled out a small flashlight from nowhere, he carefully checked the nameplate on the metal object.

"Have you used this model before", Paul asked in a deliberately hoarse voice.

The little man ignored him, obviously disdainful of answering such pediatric questions, closed the zipper, put the thing on his shoulder, took out a phone casually, pressed a play button, and a voice came from the phone that had been recorded a long time ago:

"Ten minutes before the action, make this call".

Throwing the phone to Paul, the little man turned around, carrying a huge canvas bag, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Paul stood on the edge of the pickup truck, his mouth wide open, he hadn't come back to his senses for a long time, you know, the contents of this inconspicuous canvas bag were dozens of kilograms, and the two strong men Paul found had to work hard to load this thing into the car from the side of the road.

And this skinny-looking guy actually left on his shoulders like this, and it didn't seem like the first time he had done this.

"Let's hope that tomorrow will be the same when the commission is completed," Paul prayed as he watched the figure of the little man disappear into the night.