Juan woke up the next afternoon.

He felt refreshed, and his body, which had been strengthened by the World Tree, had completely returned to normal.

After eating something at the restaurant, Juan made his way to the bar.

K was there, along with Brother Fran, and they occupied a table with a bottle of Jerez sherry on it.

K smoked a cigar and occasionally took a sip from his glass.

Brother Fran was sullen, not knowing what he was thinking, and every once in a while he picked up the cup and drank it all.

Juan greeted K: "Hello, senior, smoking in the room pollutes the environment, I'll accompany you to the rooftop to smoke." ”

The ventilation system of the building is very good, not to mention the light of the smoke, even if you have a barbecue in the house.

But K naturally understood what Juan meant.

So the two came to the rooftop.

K habitually walked back and forth, going through all the corners and corners where there might be hidden people.

Juan didn't stop the other party, although through the surveillance, he already knew that there was no one on the rooftop.

After K finished tossing, Juan asked, "Has the NSA's database been blown up?" ”

K nodded and shook his head: "It should have been exposed, but this kind of thing involving the secret department will never be reported in the news, unless you go to the main star to verify it with your own eyes, there is no way to get an exact proof." ”

Juan knew that K was right, and the fight on the secret front, winning or losing was sometimes difficult to see directly.

"So, as long as no one comes after me, we win, right?"

"If you can convince Captain Solo to take me to the main planet, I'll take care of it for you."

"I'm afraid it's very difficult, the last time the main star left Captain Solo with a very unfriendly memory, it is estimated that he will not go again anytime soon."

"Then there is no way, believe in yourself, and leave the rest to fate."

However, the development of events was somewhat different from what Juan had predicted.

In the evening, Juan receives a communication request from Agent J.

After dismissing the servant, Juan turned on the video communication in his office.

He saw Agent J beating someone.

It was a man in a suit, tied to a chair, his face was blue and purple, and there was blood running from the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, Juan," Agent J seemed excited, "you know, this idiot is actually investigating me!" How dare he investigate me!

"He explained the list, and I saw that you were in it, so I asked you to take a look."

Agent J said, handing Juan a document.

When Juan clicked on it, he found a long list with the names of Agent J and Juan, as well as their job titles.

However, in the list, Agent J's position is only written as "ordinary government employee", and it is not stated that he is "senior agent of the Coalition Investigation Bureau".

I don't know if the man in the suit who was caught has 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping on the "Agent J's position" in his heart.

Agent J on the other side is still beating the man in the suit and forcing him to ask where he came from.

"Say, what are you doing!"

"I said it, I just said it."

"Bang Bang"

Agent J reached out and slapped him twice.

"Just say what you want! If you are verbose, I will kill you! ”

The man in the suit complied.

"Spare me, I say, I'm a private detective, licensed, ahem."

"What are you doing?"

"Entrusted by the bank to investigate the case, I want to confirm whether the people on the list are really VIP customers, and there is nothing else."

"Where did the list come from?"

"The bank gave it."

"Smack" a slap in the face.

"Where did you get this list from your bank?"

"I don't know, they gave me the list, where do I know......"

"Papapapa"

Agent J slapped so hard that the men's teeth flew out.

"Stop fighting, don't fight! I say! I say! It's the bank transfer, the account balance, and the personal identity, in short, the customers that the bank thinks are rich and important, they should make this list based on these, no, it must be this reason, cough cough, spit. ”

"Why are you checking on us?"

"I guess, no, I'm sure, it's the bank's VIP identification system that crashed."

"Make it clear!"

"Yes, I found out from the bank's security guard that since five days ago, the bank's automatic identification of VIP customers has gone wrong, and it has marked every customer as a VIP.

"At first, the bank didn't realize that something was wrong, because it was said that their recognition program, which was bought from a program provider that developed the brain chip, was a very advanced program that could dynamically identify whether a customer was an important person.

"But even the old man who picks up garbage comes into the store to ask for a glass of water, and he is marked as a VIP.

"At that time, the store thought that it was a rich person pretending to be poor and wanted to try their service attitude.

So they invited the old man who picked up garbage into the VIP room, gave a fruit plate, served good tea, and sent the most beautiful customer service to accompany and chat.

But I didn't expect to chat and chat, and found that the other party was a garbage picker.

"And this kind of thing is not an isolated case, such a problem has occurred in all branches of the entire Human Alliance.

"All those who deposited, withdraw, and transferred money became VIP customers.

"You must know that the interest rate and handling fee given by the bank to VIP customers are preferential, which is different from that of ordinary customers, which is equivalent to the bank giving preferential treatment to all customers.

"But the problem lies in the bank identification system, and the process by which the bank acquired this system, according to the security guard, is not visible.

"Banks are afraid of affecting their reputations, so they don't dare to make the issue public, so they can only entrust a large number of private detectives to conduct secret investigations.

"After I accepted the commission, I thought that since this matter is related to VIP customers, maybe I will find out if I visit VIP customers one by one.

"I don't have any bad intentions, woo-woo."

Juan listened carefully, especially after hearing that "the bank's VIP recognition program, which was bought from a program provider that developed the brain chip, is a very advanced program that can dynamically identify whether a customer is an important person".

Obviously, the bank's identification system is the same as the NSA's identification system, and it may even be a set, which is made by a program provider that leaves a backdoor for the brain chip.

So it's clear why the bank identification system has problems.

It must have scanned Juan's brain chip, saw the "green light" at his back door, and determined Juan to be a VIP customer.

This is correct, because with his status as head of the planet Juan, he is certainly qualified to be a VIP.

Then, the bank identification system was infected with "green eye", and everyone was "green".

So everyone became VIPs, including the old man who picked up garbage.

But fortunately, the bank only uses this identification system to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and does not "go into the room and clean up" like the NSA, so the bank's database does not collapse.

When Juan figured it out, he was very happy.

This is a testament to the success of the hacking program.

So the NSA's database must have exploded.

Juan, who was in a good mood, pleaded for the private detective: "Okay, okay, brother, it's almost enough, it's annoying to kill someone and dispose of the corpse." ”

"What's the trouble, our bureau has a furnace in the crematorium all year round, and the disposal of corpses is a one-stop service."

In the camera, the man in the suit was trembling with fright, and he was incontinent.

Obviously, the man in the suit didn't understand the cold jokes characteristic of the Alliance's Investigation Bureau.

Juan understood, and he laughed "hahahaha" with Agent J.

Juan then turned off the video.

The back should be the knocking on the bamboo pole characteristic of Agent J.

As long as this private detective spends "100 million" of money, or signs an unequal treaty, it will definitely be no problem to save his life.

However, if he doesn't know each other and thinks that the cold joke characteristic of the Alliance Investigation Bureau is just a joke, then it can't be ruled out that he may enjoy the one-stop service of the crematorium.