Chapter 929

Southern California prison.

Under the shoving and escorting of two early warnings, Minette was rudely taken to the meeting room.

With the heavy iron door closed, the whole narrow room suddenly became quiet.

Empty some puffy eyes, hands handcuffed Minnie, barely picked up the spirit, looked at the man sitting opposite him a few eyes.

It was a man in his forties, dressed in an ironed suit, neatly beaten, with a watch that looked like a successful man. However, the weather beaten face made him not look like a person who often sits in the office and is well-off.

Minnie grinned as he vaguely guessed something.

"I guess you're not my lawyer."

"Lawyers can't help you, but we can," the man in the suit smiled, his face furrowed like a blade, and then he reached out his calloused right hand, in a gentlemanly voice. "Introduce yourself, Biddle Manson, your future boss."

As if hearing a funny joke, Mittal put his hands on the table with handcuffs on his back and giggled.

It was not until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson, who was sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.

"You've got the wrong person. Although I'm willing to do anything for America, that doesn't mean I'm willing to be a white house dog."

"We're not the White House, we're the CIA."

Close to Minette's face, Manson, who was smiling at first, suddenly stopped smiling. He looked at the prey with the eyes of a viper and stared at him. Until he saw a fear in his eyes, he stepped back a few inches. He sat back in his seat and said in a relaxed voice, "although the court has not yet pronounced your crime, we collect it from your home I guarantee that even if you bring in the best lawyers in Los Angeles, we can let you stay here until the middle of the next century. "

At this point, Manson paused and smiled like a demon.

"And Mr. Minette, you are probably the kind of person who often stays at home."

His face was tense, and when he heard the unknown question, Mittal frowned What do you mean? "

"It's not interesting," Manson said with a smile. "I just want to tell you that a little white face like you will be very popular here."

At this moment, mitt's face changed completely.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he looked at Manson carefully and said with a smile.

"Until the court session, you have enough time to consider my proposal Of course, if you want to experience a few months of prison life and then repent, I'm not sure if I need you at that time. "

The Adam's Apple moved up and down, and Minnie struggled for a moment. Finally, her shoulders relaxed and she said.

"What do you want me to do..."

Manson said with a smile: "CIA still lacks an expert who is proficient in information technology, so I formally invite you to join us, and you can serve your sentence in the place we specify, without having to stay with the real criminals. In addition, if you can make contributions, you can also reduce the sentence properly. It can be said that you will be released after five or six years. "

This time, Mittal was silent for a long time.

Manson looked at his watch and pressed the time button.

He's only going to give him ten minutes. If he still hasn't nodded ten minutes later, he probably won't either.

Fortunately, he didn't use up the ten minutes.

After only three minutes, Minnie, who was sitting opposite him, began to talk.

"I accept your offer..."

"Very well, then we're in a boat now."

Though he nodded so quickly, he was not surprised that the prisoner would choose to compromise.

Smiling and leaning back on the chair, the CIA official went on, "I can't untie your handcuffs yet, but I'm sure you'll be moved to another place in three days."

"Where are you taking me?" asked mitt, with some apprehension in his voice

"It's too early to say that now, and then you'll know," Manson continued, keeping his hands together on his knees and his body slightly lowered, staring at him with a somewhat oppressive eye. "Now, I need to ask you something, you have to answer me truthfully, whether our previous agreement works or not."

"You ask," said Mittal, who had given up resistance completely, with no change of expression on his face, "but just in case I remind you, even if I am the boss of the predatory eagle, I don't know the identity of other members in reality."Manson smiled, shook his head and said, "you mean your kids?"? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after your arrest, your friends have basically been caught Let me think about all the ID's caught Hunter, lone wolf, and a child But that was caught by the Chinese. "

"There are still some people at large, but it's only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we have their real identity. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, if you don't persuade them to turn themselves in, at least it's better to be caught by us. "

Has been

Got it?

When he heard these ID's from Manson, Mittal's face was gradually pale, and his forehead was oozing with sweat. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

It's impossible!

He thought that even if he was caught, others could at least escape.

But now the CIA official actually told him that his accomplices were basically caught within half an hour of his arrest?

This means that Dr. Z not only seized control of his computer and server, but also released one hand to rub the other members of the predator eagle on the ground one by one.

This guy

Or humans?

Looking at mitt's expanding and shrinking pupils, Manson felt something wrong, but continued to ask, "now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."

As if in a dream, listening to Minnie handcuffs, muttering to himself.

"Ghost..."

"Ghost?" For this unexpected answer, Manson frowned and said discontentedly, "I advise you to answer carefully."

"It's not a ghost, it's a devil! devil! Or something like that... "

I don't know when his eyes are covered with blood. With his handcuffed hands and his head in his arms, Mittal is mad. "This is not what human beings can do. It's absolutely impossible!"

"Calm down, let's be clear," Manson said gravely. "We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare forces in the eastern theater of China. Now we have identified three possible identities, and I need you to help us to identify them -"

suddenly made a sneer.

Mittal shook his head, looked at Manson, who was a little stunned, and said, "those people? I admit they are very good, but not to that extent. You know, Mr. CIA, even the most powerful hackers have physical limits, unless you can use your mind to knock code. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not There is no situation where there is no chance of a fight back. "

Manson frowned and asked, "you mean, you You have no room to fight back in the face of that man's attack? "

If so, they will have to reassess the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.

At the same time, this is the last news he would like to hear

"Yes," said Mittal, looking up at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "there's no chance to fight back at all. Even when he's fighting with me, he can type and humiliate me with some strange characters I know my idea may be absurd, but I suspect that guy is not human at all! "

"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson continued, shrugging his shoulders, after a moment of silence. "So go ahead with the question, what Id does he use to communicate with you?"

"Don't you watch the news? Mr. Manson. "

As if he had heard something funny, Mittal's mouth gave a dry laugh, as if he were mocking the man sitting opposite him, as if he were mocking himself.

"His name is Dr. Z. go find him!"

"If someone in the world can find him..."

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(the eighth day of Wanzi challenge seems to be the last day of 5.15 activity, and the liver is a little painful in QAQ)