Chapter 32: Cunning Grant
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Seeing that Grant didn't speak, Skye thought he was angry and hurriedly made amends: "Uh, I'm just kidding. But you really need a fixed new look, otherwise even if I help you get your new identity, you'll have some trouble using it. ā
"I'm thinking about that too. The time is still too rushed, otherwise I really have plans to go to the whole Rong. So be it, the makeup is done. A simple makeup that doesn't quite show my original face, so I can do it now, and I can do it myself in front of the mirror in the future. ā
"You're really planning a facelift...... Well, I'll give you my opinion. It's simple and you can't see your original face, it's not that there is no such makeup technique, but I don't either. But I have another way. I can do some of the processing of your photos. Just keep the general outline of the face and modify the details of the face, which will save a lot of trouble. In the future, the traffic police will not be suspicious of the photo, and people who are not familiar with it will not easily recognize the original you. ā
"Let's do it." Grant nodded, "The photo gate problem is solved, it's just a new identity......"
"You're underestimating me."
Skye glanced at Grant and said. She seems to have come out of the shadow of the quarrel with her boyfriend, although it has only been less than half an hour. Now, she proudly speaks: "Whether it's a driver's license or a traffic ticket or whatever, that's easy." I can even help you qualify for the Los Angeles Lakers' season ticket and AMC's monthly subscription. ā
Grant was a little surprised. Is this beautiful girl in her twenties really so powerful?
And then the "but" came.
"But now there's a problem." Grant's surprised expression made her feel more embarrassed, "Those things are very simple, yes, but they take a lot of time. It's not impossible to operate with a mobile phone, but the effect is too low, and it will exhaust me to death......"
Skye didn't mean to excuse himself, but to tell Grant that they needed to go somewhere with a computer now. Grant seemed to understand this, and he interrupted her quietly.
"A normal computer is fine, isn't it okay to have a laptop?"
He thought of an idea, one that made him laugh uncontrollably.
After receiving Skye's affirmative answer, Grant returned to the car, found his backpack, and took something out of it and placed it in front of the other party.
A laptop.
The laptop was bought at the same hotel where he stayed with Natasha, and he asked the waiter to buy it for him. At that time, the purpose was to enter the information of the superpowered human test subjects of the Yarkali Lake Base that he had written down into the USB flash drive. The USB flash drive was left to Natasha, and he took the notebook with him. It was intended to be used to play games and watch movies to pass the time, but it turned out that he had no time to spend time, so the notebook was always in a large enough hiking backpack with "Dumpling". Later, the "dumplings" were glorious, but the notebook was still there, and it didn't seem to be damaged. Now it's just the right time to come in handy.
Seeing the laptop, Skye didn't speak for a moment. Grant, on the other hand, pretended to be serious and began to practice his idea.
"What? Can't you just do what you just said, and the computer is just an excuse? ā
"Of course not."
Skye took the laptop and touched it for more than ten seconds. Then, she pressed the power button, and turned to Grant while she waited, her face still full of unconvinced: "I'm just curious how you can run away with your notebook." Is there any special information in it? ā
"There's nothing in there. This is newly bought. The other day, I needed to use my computer, and then I kept it in my backpack when I ran out. Grant looked into Skye's eyes and made no secret of the suspicion on his face, "But can you really handle it?" ā
"Don't underestimate me!"
This time Skye seemed to be angry. With her feet hanging out, she sat down on the door of the car, then placed the notebook on her lap and began to crackle on the keyboard. At the same time, she said, "I'll show you how a good hacker can interact with a computer." ā
"If it were Mr. Lydon just now, it would be more credible." Grant still looked incredulous, "But you're only, hmm, twenty years old?" And it's a woman! ā
"Didn't you say last night that I was thirty or forty years old? Also, you're sexist, you know I can go to court and sue you. ā
Skye was tapping on the keyboard at a high frequency as he looked at the screen of his laptop and opened his mouth. At this point, she suddenly stopped and glanced at Grant, who was looking at her work, "Why do I think you said those things for another purpose?" Constantly expressing doubts about me, and speaking of Miles' name, what exactly are you trying to achieve? ā
Grant was taken aback. But he still responded quietly: "What do you think? I just think it's important to me and my safety, so I have to be cautious. You're too suspicious. ā
Hearing Grant say this, Skye couldn't find any flaws, so he could only say "maybe" in a stiff voice, and then lowered his head and continued to work.
"By the way, this laptop seems to have a battery life of only three and a half hours. If that's not enough, I still have a free battery in my backpack. If it's not enough, I'll have to find a nearby place to borrow electricity. If you don't mind if I take your minivan apart, I can also process the car battery so that it can charge the laptop. ā
"How much time do you think it will take? The configuration of this laptop and the speed that can be achieved here are only two hours at most, and 90 minutes if it is fast. ā
Grant laughed. That's pretty much the groundwork.
"Looks like you're really confident in your hacking skills. Do you dare to bet with me? ā
Skye, who was still looking at the laptop screen, replied without thinking: "How to bet?" ā
"It's simple. If you succeed in helping me get a new and complete identity, then you win; If you can't, I'll win. ā
"Well, bet on what?"
"The one who wins has to promise the one who loses."
I don't know if he was in a hurry to prove himself or too confident, Skye directly agreed. It seems that she still holds a grudge against Grant's suspicions, and she proudly states her plan.
"It's certainly not easy to make up a person out of thin air, and it's easy to have omissions. But if it's a piece of paper, it's much simpler. I can find a few unrelated people and use their profiles as a sample. A part of each sample is intercepted, such as A's social security information, B's consumption history, C's visa status, D's ticket, and so on. Twist the parts from the different samples a little and put them together, and you're the new you. At this point, she paused, deliberately looked at Grant's expression, and then continued, "Understood?" Do you regret making such a bet? Ready to make good on your promises? ā
To her surprise, in the face of her three consecutive questions, Grant laughed instead: "How can I regret it, you have already agreed." ā
So Skye was stunned. Probably ...... yourself It seems like...... Seemingly...... Fell into his trap?