"Virtual network environment construction?"

Xiao Mike looked at the IP address locked by the intelligent retrieval program, thought about it, and did not choose to invade directly, but followed these camouflage traces and quickly found the location of the hunter behind the trap.

The technical methods of these people are very old-fashioned.

The hidden network firewalls of many research institutes that Xiao Mike invaded before may not be weak to this group of people in terms of technical level, but in terms of the virtual trap thinking of the firewall, it is not as good as this group of newly discovered hunters.

The difference between this is roughly equivalent to the difference in the style of a killer and a soldier.

The current group of hunters reminded Mike of some cruel and ancient hunting organizations in Europe.

And the IP address that the other party has hidden is in Los Angeles!

Mike just lacks emotional expression and understanding, and is not really a robot.

In his bones, he still has the instinct to be a living being.

Territorial thinking is one of the instincts engraved in the bones of animals.

Driven by this instinct, Xiao Mike directly mobilized the broiler data torrent under his control, rarely gave up the means of intrusion, and launched a direct attack on the target he found!

His logical thinking is simple and straightforward: Dean = recognized companion, Dean's survival interest = his interest

Then, if the scope of his ability allows, it is good to destroy the existence that may pose a threat to his interests.

At this time.

Inside an underground base in Los Angeles.

A cold-faced, well-dressed brown-haired woman put her slender long legs in military-style high shoes in front of her desk and threw a stack of documents in front of her boss: "After interrogation, the clerk named Daisy inadvertently triggered the bait we laid just to assist in the investigation of a case. ”

"Léa, as much as I admire your long legs, I prefer them to be around my waist rather than on my desk, facing me with the bottom of your dirty boots!"

The bald black boss greedily glanced at the other party's tense round surface because of long-term exercise, and then casually picked up the other party's interrogation confession and simply flipped through it.

Moment.

He put down the information in his hand, and the heavy sausage mouth grinned in disgust: "Interesting, it's actually this guy named Dean, he's back again?" ”

As the leader of the Los Angeles Violence Action Team, he didn't care about this guy named Dean until the owner provided information.

A few months ago, though.

His patron, Mr. Saul, the mayor of Los Angeles, once asked him to take his team members to study and investigate the information of this guy.

It's a pity that this guy is a soft egg, and he was thrown out by Sol as cannon fodder and carried the black cauldron, but he didn't think of retaliating against Sol.

It didn't give them a chance to make a move.

I didn't expect this guy to return to work after a few months.

Could it be that Thor has re-accepted the other party?

The woman, Leia, swept her eyes coldly over the male boss's throat, bird's nest and other parts, as if thinking about how to go under the knife, until the obese black male boss was forced by her gaze to sit back on the chair and hide his bird's nest in a restrained manner, then nodded: "Yes, he should be on the thigh of Guoan."

Hearing Guoan's name, the fat male boss's back straightened, and the expression on his face became solemn: "Do you suspect that this time the other party investigated the affairs of the community, maybe not just to solve the case?" ”

Leia nodded: "According to the latest information we have got, the new deputy director of the Los Angeles Police Department is their person, that Dean has a close relationship with the new high-level national security Amon, if the hell gate plan is discovered by them, then our mayor Thor, will definitely send us to hell first." ”

Hearing this, the male boss touched his oily black head irritably: "It seems that the woman can't let it go first, FK, kill people and play women Lao Tzu is good at, what plan to play!" ”

Looking at the fool in front of her, Leia's eyes flashed with disdain, and she reminded: "Although that Daisy was imprisoned by us, it also exposed our concern, you"

The voice did not fall.

A shrill siren suddenly sounded in this underground base.

The faces of the two people in the office changed, and they hurriedly got up, ready to investigate what was going on outside, but the internal phone called first: "Our network has been attacked"

"What!"

The obese black boss, whose fat lips were visibly white, trembled: "Damn the Internet, I'll just say that the Internet is not credible, delete all research materials quickly!" ”

Sorry, Director, we disconnected from the Internet the first time, but the other party's methods are very weird. We've lost control of our base network."

Hear this.

The obese black supervisor, a former battlefield bandit, was so angry that his eyes rolled white, and he didn't come up in one breath, and smashed directly on the desk where he once didn't know how many female subordinates were lying down.

His palms struggled towards his drawer.

There's a quick-acting heart-saving pill in there.

He felt like he could still call for help.

The palm, which had always been slender and calloused, was in front of the drawer first.

"Léa."

The lips of the fat black boss trembled, and his face was full of pleading.

Leia looked at the other party's gaze expressionlessly, and it was not until the black boss lost her breath that she withdrew her palm in disgust, and a cruel smile slowly drew on her expressionless face.

This waste is dying well!

This is truly a gift from God.

She wants to improve, too!

The problem is that this fat boss is the family behind Mayor Saul, the puppet who has been supported step by step, and he is also the core figure of the FBI that they have set up here.

If the boss doesn't die, how can she progress?

Although the script deviated from its own setting, it turned out not bad.

"It's time to change the way this game is played!"

Leia put on Sima's face again, stepped on the sound of footsteps, and left the place.

Dean didn't know at the moment that because of one of his requests, Mike Jr. investigated the deserted community, and at the same time, he easily taught the group of people who caught Daisy a lesson, and indirectly killed the other party's director.

He was sitting on a bench on the street of the campus, admiring the capitalist, well-nourished, and unstingy female college students, while waiting for little Mike to give him an answer.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Little Mike's slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dean, I searched all the network resources that the abandoned community could find, and found a network log that set a trap. ”

"Trap-setting weblogs?"

Dean was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "SWAT people? ”

Daisy may have found the log and was captured by SWAT's men.

Mike's answer confirmed Dean's conjecture and gave him a big shock: "Yes, but it's just SWAT on the surface."

While quickly flipping through the automatically categorized information on the screen, Xiao Mike revealed: "SWAT is nominally under the jurisdiction of the head of the FBI regional bureau, responsible for some major anti-terrorist force operations, and their heads are full of muscles, money and women, but they don't have such technical reserves. ”

"So?"

"I'm still watching, but it seems to have something to do with a plan called the Hellgate Codename.

According to the information I just obtained, the first time of this project was in 1960, related to a war at that time, and the key words on the data were all code codes, and I needed to spend more time sorting out the information and deciphering the code. ”

"Well, that sounds like a hassle." Dean subconsciously took out the pipe in his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth: "So, little Mike, can you tell me why that community is abandoned?" ”

"Wait for me for five minutes."

Hang up the communication.

Dean lit his pipe with some irritation.

Made, that's the annoyance of solving the case.

He was clearly investigating a serial murder case, but somehow he found a code name plan that might involve the military.

True Gil.

A few smoke rings down.

Dean felt his emotions become more and more irritable.

This situation rarely appears in him.

In other words, whether it is the scavenger career in the previous life or the body control in this life, Dean can quickly control even if his mood fluctuates.

"Something is wrong!"

Dean felt his uncontrollable, accelerating heartbeat, and jerked to his feet to look at the peaceful college campus ahead.

This is not a boredom, but an early warning!

The campus in front of you is in danger!

Dean didn't care about attracting attention, didn't say a word, went to call Lawrence, told the other party to stay away from the campus first, and at the same time got into the car and hurriedly drove out.

As for the students and teachers on campus?

Do those people have anything to do with him?

This warning is different from the feedback presented in the past.

There's no way Dean could put himself in a dangerous position for the sake of a group of people he didn't know.

And he has no way and no reason to let people evacuate a campus for no reason and break the peace and tranquility here.

In fact, Dean doesn't even know where the danger is coming from now, why there's no such creepy, hair-standing feedback, but just an uncontrolled acceleration of his heartbeat and uncontrollable irritability of his emotions. It's like an earthquake is coming, and the panicked little animals only know that there is danger ahead, but they don't know the source of the danger.

Therefore, he can only run first as respect.

It wasn't until he was a few kilometers away from that campus that Dean felt his heartbeat slowly subside.

"What the hell is going on?"

Dean got out of the car and jumped straight onto the roof.

He looked in the direction of the campus from afar, and let out a long breath of turbidity: "After running for a few kilometers, I didn't have that kind of beast warning whim on my body, could it be that there is a runaway nuclear bomb hidden in that hellish place?" ”

This conjecture flashed from Dean's mind, and he felt a little funny.

But he couldn't laugh.

Because of this warning, something is different.

The early warning of the crisis given by Dean's own mental ability is biased towards the warning that will threaten his life at the moment.

For example: the aiming of a sniper rifle, a mud truck that crashes into you, a bomb that is about to explode. Wait a minute.

These are all instantaneous warnings.

So, in principle, even if Dean stands on top of a stable nuclear warhead and jumps, he will not feel psychological discomfort, let alone a crisis warning.

Because although the nuclear warhead is terrifying, as long as it is controllable, it will not pose a threat to his life.

The early warning just now was not an instantaneous crisis warning, but a whim.

This reminded Dean of his own 'beast body'.

Wild beasts are much more sensitive to impending natural disasters than intelligent creatures.

Dean, who has the body of a beast, in addition to being like a beast in bed, also inherits some of the advantages of ferocious beasts in fighting and danger warning.

Sort these out.

Dean's smart little head is running extremely fast:

"Although Los Angeles is in the midst of earthquakes every day because of its geographical location, this kind of clear warning of the geographical area should not be earthquakes and tsunamis.

A large earthquake would not have affected such a small area.

Small earthquakes don't matter at all.

Except for runaway nuclear bombs.

I really can't think of any threat that could spread so widely."

It probably won't be that crazy, right?

Jingle bell~

The phone vibrates.

Dean took a deep breath and took out his phone to look at the caller ID, only to find that it wasn't Mike's callback, but Lawrence's.

"Thank goodness you finally answered the phone, this damn signal!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Lawrence's ugly and noisy voice came from the other side: "Dean, I called you for a few minutes, and I thought something was wrong with you, man, what the hell happened?" ”

"Are you leaving?"

Dean didn't explain, but wanted to make sure of it first.

"Yes, you asked me to hand over the information on those missing people to that FBI agent in Leia, I was on my way, you called me, in fact, I am now in the city, I called you, just to confirm your safety, after all, your hurried tone just now is rare."

Lawrence's voice was full of concern.

He had rarely seen Dean communicate with them in that tone.

Hearing that Lawrence had returned to the city, Dean breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject: "I'm fine, it's okay here, you let Leia investigate the details of the five missing people as quickly as possible, that may be the key point for us to lock down the murderer." ”

Lawrence heard that Dean didn't want to say more, and after making sure that the other party was safe, he hung up the phone.

Put away your phone.

Quite painfully, he took out a few crumpled twenty-face American knives from his pocket and handed them to the driver: "Man, please hurry up, I'm in a hurry." ”

The driver skimmed Lawrence's face, whistled, and stepped on the accelerator.

End the call with Lawrence.

Dean frowned at the signal display on his phone.

In this ghost place, once it is far away from the city or populated places, the signal has always been unstable.

However, his mobile phone is a special model provided by Xiao Mike, which is a little bulky, but when the signal is very poor, it supports satellite phone communication.

The question is.

Five minutes have passed.

Xiao Mike, who has always been punctual, why hasn't he contacted himself yet?

Dean clicked on the hidden page on his phone with a little uneasiness, selected the satellite communication function, and took the initiative to dial it.

The other side.

Underground parking somewhere on campus.

A tall man in a blue overalls, wearing a mask, slowly jumped out of the door of a tall truck, lowered his head, and walked towards the front with a folder in his hand.

This underground parking lot looks empty and dark, and is lit by overhead lights.

In front of the truck, there is a black hole.

Obviously, underneath this negative floor, there are more secluded buildings.

In front of the entrance to the cave, there stood several uniformed, fully armed security guards.

They looked a little lazy, and on the tables and chairs behind them, there were confiscated pokers and some snacks, and it was obvious that the guards here were usually very relaxed, and the bosses were not strict.

See the truck driver get out of the car.

Several security guards stepped forward unhurriedly.

The leader first glanced at the sign on the driver's chest before he spoke: "Man, although these are experimental materials, we need to check them briefly before we can send them to the experimental base. ”

Behind him, a female security guard, holding a bulky and weird tablet, stepped forward, ready to take pictures of the driver's face and verify the driver's identity.

This thing is not yet popular, but in various high-end universities, it has begun to use these convenient things to work.

It wasn't until the tall truck driver, who was a meter away from these security guards and lowered his head, slowly raised his head, put on his mask, and said softly: "Have you ever felt the pain?" ”

“WHAT?”

What the heck?

The lead security guard, thinking that he had misheard, looked at his men, only to find that they were also confused.

The next moment.

The tall driver's palm flipped over with the folder.

Not good!

This unusual behavior finally made several security guards who had been stable for a long time feel bad.

The lead security guard subconsciously wanted to rush up and knock the person down.

Puff puff~

After a few sounds that resembled farts, several gunfire flickered, striking the stupid security throats with incredible precision, shattering their throats and pressing the screams of surprise back into their throats, infused with blood and bubbles

4600 words served.

The rewards of the brothers in the past few months, I will sort it out at the end of the month, thank you for your support, and thank you very much for subscribing.

By the way, how many floors does a bag of rice have to resist?

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