"He's courting you, isn't he?" Jack's tone turned cold, and he pressed his hand on Mr. Shagas's shoulder.

"Yes, but he didn't even know what I looked like, and he said that according to tradition, he couldn't see my face until he proposed to me." Tara's words seemed to be clarifying for the other party, and there was even a hint of hope in her eyes.

Jack is no longer able to complain, although it is a single-parent family, Mr. Shagas is obviously an extremely failure in his daughter's education.

"You know Caroline will go with him, so it's likely that he's courting her too, right?"

Tara looked as she should, "Of course, their laws allow them to marry several wives at the same time, and we all know that very well. ”

Jack held a mouthful of old blood in his chest, and almost held back his internal injuries.

"So he must have sent you a picture, right?" He waved his hand indifferently, whatever he wanted, just get the information, three views or something, it's not that important.

Tara took out her mobile phone and flipped out a photo, on which was a handsome Middle Eastern guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a beard, similar to the Qatari prince who caused countless brainless women to sit on the ground and ovulate on the Chinese Internet in his previous life.

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"I can't believe that such a photo that can be searched by just typing a few words on the Internet makes these girls kill innocent people without hesitation, and finally stupidly believe that they will be taken abroad to enjoy a life of 'respect'?"

Hannah just opened the search engine with her mobile phone, and only used the two keywords "sexy" and "Ace Ace", and she searched for an identical photo of a handsome guy, who seems to be a French male model, obviously this can't be the "Greenbird".

"It's like screening under big data, no matter how clumsy the lie is, there will always be people willing to believe it, not to mention that they may have more than a dozen sets of corresponding words to target different types of women."

Jack shrugged as the two and Mr. Sagas were standing on the lawn outside the house, waiting for their FBI colleagues to pick them up.

The father and daughter need to be temporarily held in protective confinement, and the culprits behind the scenes cannot be found out to ensure the safety of follow-up.

"I never realized that my daughter had become so alien to me, I thought she was just an adolescent rebel." Mr. Chagas was sad and said something similar to Caroline's mother.

"It's a similar trick to telecom fraud, except it's more of a bait, but it's more effective."

The 'Dark Jihad' website is a delicious candy that cannot be refused by going viral and privately for teenagers who are in their rebellious phase and are the most curious.

It seems to be just an anonymous chat room, but the backstage has been collecting the speeches of these teenagers, and then using different words to meet their inner needs, and finally achieve the goal of brainwashing.

The gang of miscellaneous people will artificially create an information cocoon, telling them that the information outside is a lie, and only their side is sincere and true. ”

Hannah's expression was indescribable, "I've always felt like the days of my teenage years are still in front of me, but seeing these girls, I feel like I'm here."

"Lots older, huh?" Jack also sighed, thanking the heavy schoolwork of the exam-oriented education, which allowed the self who was full of secondary thoughts back then to nip everything in the bud.

Soon a Saabban pulled up in front of the door, and two agents put the Sagas father and daughter in the car, followed by Jack and Hannah in a car, escorting them all the way to the federal building, where they were placed in a conference room.

Although they couldn't directly dig out the mastermind behind the scenes this time, there was still a gain, the true identity of the "Greenbird" was not known for the time being, but they got Tara's account password.

The "Dark Jihad" website is just an entrance to a chat room, and as Jubal said before, the otaku in the IT back office, no matter how powerful they are, can't find a specific contact from the thousands of login IPs without sufficient intelligence.

Although the FBI had known that "Greenbird" had contacted the girls individually through a specially crafted chat app, and the otaku had found the app on Caroline's computer, they had not found the username and password, and Caroline's mother apparently could not provide it.

Now that you have Tara's account password, it's time to contact this "Greenbird".

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An hour later, inside the operations center.

"Like Jack said, they do have a mature set of words, at least it's enough to deceive these underage girls who are not deeply involved in the world, and as a father of two children, it's chilling to see."

Jubal lamented that he had been looking up at the big screen that was being a transcript of the chats Tara had with the "Greenbird".

"Are you sure? Imitate Tara's tone and talk to that guy? Jack asked Alexis, who was standing next to him, who was a foreign aid he had specially invited.

No way, everyone present, including the otaku in the IT back office, couldn't imitate an underage girl's online chatting style, all kinds of strange abbreviations and emojis, no less difficult than the non-mainstream Martian text he had seen in his previous life.

The problem is that now the FBI doesn't dare to let Tara establish contact with the other party, even if the keyboard will not be put in her hand, but God knows if this girl who has been obsessed with the other party has agreed on some code words to warn the other party.

So, after consulting Dana Moger, Jack enlisted off-field assistance - Alexis, and her guardian Rick Cassel who accompanied her.

"It's not a big problem, although for that Tara, there is a person on the other side, but if that guy is actually fooling a lot of girls at the same time, as they said, then he can't detect any difference."

Alexis looked confident, the little adult in stark contrast to the silly dad next to her who had been looking around since she entered the door.

"Find a way to figure out how he arranged for the girl to be poisoned, and it's best to lure him to show up." Dana Moge, who had been standing behind everyone, spoke.

"So what should I say in the first place?" Alexis asked.

"Try to question Caroline under the pretext of Caroline's death, but the tone can't be too strong, Tara has almost been completely brainwashed, and the other party should not give up such a valuable tool, so he will definitely not be able to hold back."

Jack replied that he had deduced it in his head countless times and felt that getting straight to the point was the best way to go.

“OK。” Alexis edited a message on her phone and showed it to the analyst who was in charge of the input.

The latter frowned, finishing the copy with difficulty, and looked at the large passage of words displayed on the screen, and everyone including Rick Cassel frowned.

Although everyone can barely understand it, and it is surprisingly in line with the way of speaking shown in the previous chat logs, it is also difficult to feel that these teenagers are ruining their grammar and word creativity.

"Send it." Dana More smiled and handed over a cup of coffee, touching Alexis's head as a compliment.

"OK, I'll wait for this guy's reply." Jubal clapped himself excitedly, and then handed over a document.

"This is intelligence that a friend from the NSA (National Security Agency) just sent in, and they tracked down the ID you mentioned that sells TTX on the dark web.

Although he was unable to find the whereabouts of the other party, he was able to track the account of the virtual currency transaction and linked him to a terrorist named Khalid Burram. ”

Jack took the information and flipped through it with Hannah.

"Khalid Burram is a chemical weapons expert, and the CIA has been tracking him for a long time, but has not been able to catch him."

Dana Moge seemed to be familiar with the man, and introduced on the side.

"He's planned a lot of attacks, he's been very cautious and well-planned, and this poisoning case is very much like his style, but if it's really him, then a small Korean restaurant will definitely not satisfy his appetite."

"Aren't there any clearer photos?" Jack asked, pointing to the photo in the profile that showed only half of his face.

"It's the only photo, I said, that he acts very discreetly and rarely appears in public." Dana Moge's expression was also helpless.

"The other party replied!" One of the analysts said loudly, and everyone looked up at the big screen in unison.

A line of reply appeared in the dialog box, "Her death was an accident, but it is the most sacred form of martyrdom, and what we should do is to pray for her together." ”

(End of chapter)