Southern California Prison.
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
This is impossible!
"It's not interesting," Manson said with a smile, "I just want to tell you that a pretty boy like you will be very popular here."
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
Southern California Prison.
Has been…
Under the push and escort of two early warning officers, Minit was rudely brought to the interview room.
At the same time, this is the news he least wants to hear...
This is impossible!
As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly became quiet.
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
"Good, then we are in the same boat now."
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
Minette, whose eyes were weak and somewhat swollen, and whose hands were handcuffed, managed to gather his energy and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
After only waiting for three minutes, Minit, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.
It was a man in his forties, wearing a neatly pressed suit and what looked like an expensive watch. He looked like a successful man. However, his weather-beaten face made him not look like a pampered person who often sat in the office.
Caught
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson, who had been admiring it for a while, and said with a smile.
"If someone can really find him in this world..."
"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in a suit smiled slightly, the grooves on his face standing up like blades, then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Beadle Manson, your future boss."
Minette vaguely guessed something and grinned.
As if he heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Mittel's mouth, as if he was mocking the man sitting opposite, and he continued as if he was mocking himself.
Manson said seriously: "Calm down and speak clearly. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the eastern theater of China. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock them in." —”
As if he heard some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled dryly.
"What do you want me to do..."
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
Manson said seriously: "Calm down and speak clearly. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the eastern theater of China. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock them in." —”
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Manson smiled and said: "CiA still lacks an expert who is proficient in information technology, so I am now formally inviting you. As long as you join us, you can serve your sentence at our designated location without having to deal with real criminals." Stay together. Moreover, if you can make meritorious deeds, your sentence can be reduced appropriately. It is possible that you will be released after serving your sentence in five or six years."
This guy…
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in a suit smiled slightly, the grooves on his face standing up like blades, then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Beadle Manson, your future boss."
As if in sleep, Minette, who was handcuffed, muttered to himself.
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
As if he heard some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled dryly.
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson, who had been admiring it for a while, and said with a smile.
As if he heard some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled dryly.
"His name is Dr. Z, go find him quickly!"
Southern California Prison.
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
This guy…
"If it's not a ghost, it's the devil! The devil! Or something like that..."
"You have the wrong person. Although I am willing to do anything for the United States, it does not mean that I am willing to be the dog in the White House."
"His name is Dr. Z, go find him quickly!"
As if he heard some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled dryly.
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"What do you want me to do..."
This is impossible!
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
Caught
"It's not interesting," Manson said with a smile, "I just want to tell you that a pretty boy like you will be very popular here."
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"It's too early to say this now, you'll know when the time comes," Manson clasped his hands on his knees, lowered his body slightly, stared at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze, and continued, "Now, I I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully. This has to do with whether our previous agreement will work."
This guy…
After only waiting for three minutes, Minit, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.
Manson said seriously: "Calm down and speak clearly. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the eastern theater of China. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock them in." —”
At this point, Manson paused, with a devilish smile on his face.
"It's too early to say this now, you'll know when the time comes," Manson clasped his hands on his knees, lowered his body slightly, stared at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze, and continued, "Now, I I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully. This has to do with whether our previous agreement will work."
Caught
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
Manson smiled, shook his head and said: "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends were basically arrested... Let me Think about the IDs that were caught... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child... but that one was caught by a Chinese."
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
As if he heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Mittel's mouth, as if he was mocking the man sitting opposite, and he continued as if he was mocking himself.
"What do you want me to do..."
As if he heard some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled dryly.
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
His face tensed up nervously. Hearing this unclear question, Mittel frowned: "...What do you mean?"
Minette vaguely guessed something and grinned.
Minette, whose eyes were weak and somewhat swollen, and whose hands were handcuffed, managed to gather his energy and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
There was a hint of fear in Mitel's tone, and he suddenly became nervous and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"It's not interesting," Manson said with a smile, "I just want to tell you that a pretty boy like you will be very popular here."
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson, who had been admiring it for a while, and said with a smile.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
This is impossible!
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you... you had no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
There was a hint of fear in Mitel's tone, and he suddenly became nervous and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in a suit smiled slightly, the grooves on his face standing up like blades, then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Beadle Manson, your future boss."
Caught
The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Minit struggled internally for a while, and finally relaxed his shoulders and spoke.
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timer button.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
After only waiting for three minutes, Minit, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.
As if he heard some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled dryly.
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
His face tensed up nervously. Hearing this unclear question, Mittel frowned: "...What do you mean?"
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson, who had been admiring it for a while, and said with a smile.
However, now this CIA official actually told him that almost all of his accomplices were caught within half an hour of his arrest
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
As if in sleep, Minette, who was handcuffed, muttered to himself.
After only waiting for three minutes, Minit, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
However, now this CIA official actually told him that almost all of his accomplices were caught within half an hour of his arrest
The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Minit struggled internally for a while, and finally relaxed his shoulders and spoke.
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
Manson smiled and said: "CiA still lacks an expert who is proficient in information technology, so I am now formally inviting you. As long as you join us, you can serve your sentence at our designated location without having to deal with real criminals." Stay together. Moreover, if you can make meritorious deeds, your sentence can be reduced appropriately. It is possible that you will be released after serving your sentence in five or six years."
This is impossible!
The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Minit struggled internally for a while, and finally relaxed his shoulders and spoke.
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
"Good, then we are in the same boat now."
This is impossible!
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
"What do you want me to do..."
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
Manson smiled, shook his head and said: "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends were basically arrested... Let me Think about the IDs that were caught... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child... but that one was caught by a Chinese."
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
Fortunately, he didn't use up the ten minutes.
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Manson smiled and said: "CiA still lacks an expert who is proficient in information technology, so I am now formally inviting you. As long as you join us, you can serve your sentence at our designated location without having to deal with real criminals." Stay together. Moreover, if you can make meritorious deeds, your sentence can be reduced appropriately. It is possible that you will be released after serving your sentence in five or six years."
"Good, then we are in the same boat now."
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you... you had no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"
As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly became quiet.
Minette, whose eyes were weak and somewhat swollen, and whose hands were handcuffed, managed to gather his energy and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
At the same time, this is the news he least wants to hear...
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
At the same time, this is the news he least wants to hear...
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
"If it's not a ghost, it's the devil! The devil! Or something like that..."
Minette vaguely guessed something and grinned.
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timer button.
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
It was a man in his forties, wearing a neatly pressed suit and what looked like an expensive watch. He looked like a successful man. However, his weather-beaten face made him not look like a pampered person who often sat in the office.
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you... you had no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"
"I accept your proposal..."
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
Fortunately, he didn't use up the ten minutes.
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you... you had no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"
"If someone can really find him in this world..."
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
This is impossible!
Fortunately, he didn't use up the ten minutes.
At this point, Manson paused, with a devilish smile on his face.
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
After only waiting for three minutes, Minit, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
Manson smiled, shook his head and said: "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends were basically arrested... Let me Think about the IDs that were caught... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child... but that one was caught by a Chinese."
Minette, whose eyes were weak and somewhat swollen, and whose hands were handcuffed, managed to gather his energy and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
"I accept your proposal..."
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timer button.
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
"Good, then we are in the same boat now."
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
Has been…
"It's too early to say this now, you'll know when the time comes," Manson clasped his hands on his knees, lowered his body slightly, stared at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze, and continued, "Now, I I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully. This has to do with whether our previous agreement will work."
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"I accept your proposal..."
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
At this point, Manson paused, with a devilish smile on his face.
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly became quiet.
There was a hint of fear in Mitel's tone, and he suddenly became nervous and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
"Ghost?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfied, "I advise you to answer seriously."
"It's too early to say this now, you'll know when the time comes," Manson clasped his hands on his knees, lowered his body slightly, stared at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze, and continued, "Now, I I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully. This has to do with whether our previous agreement will work."
However, now this CIA official actually told him that almost all of his accomplices were caught within half an hour of his arrest
"What do you want me to do..."
"His name is Dr. Z, go find him quickly!"
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
Manson smiled, shook his head and said: "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends were basically arrested... Let me Think about the IDs that were caught... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child... but that one was caught by a Chinese."
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
Has been…
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Fortunately, he didn't use up the ten minutes.
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
Caught
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
This guy…
However, now this CIA official actually told him that almost all of his accomplices were caught within half an hour of his arrest
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
"I accept your proposal..."
Minette, whose eyes were weak and somewhat swollen, and whose hands were handcuffed, managed to gather his energy and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
"Ghost..."
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
"Ghost?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfied, "I advise you to answer seriously."
However, now this CIA official actually told him that almost all of his accomplices were caught within half an hour of his arrest
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
This is impossible!
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timer button.
The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Minit struggled internally for a while, and finally relaxed his shoulders and spoke.
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
"Ghost?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfied, "I advise you to answer seriously."
Still human
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
Manson said seriously: "Calm down and speak clearly. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the eastern theater of China. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock them in." —”
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson, who had been admiring it for a while, and said with a smile.
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
However, now this CIA official actually told him that almost all of his accomplices were caught within half an hour of his arrest
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Southern California Prison.
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
"If someone can really find him in this world..."
As if in sleep, Minette, who was handcuffed, muttered to himself.
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
Manson smiled, shook his head and said: "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends were basically arrested... Let me Think about the IDs that were caught... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child... but that one was caught by a Chinese."
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
Minette, whose eyes were weak and somewhat swollen, and whose hands were handcuffed, managed to gather his energy and looked at the man sitting opposite him.
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
This guy…
As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly became quiet.
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
Still human
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you... you had no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
As if he heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Mittel's mouth, as if he was mocking the man sitting opposite, and he continued as if he was mocking himself.
Under the push and escort of two early warning officers, Minit was rudely brought to the interview room.
As if in sleep, Minette, who was handcuffed, muttered to himself.
The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Minit struggled internally for a while, and finally relaxed his shoulders and spoke.
"Good, then we are in the same boat now."
"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in a suit smiled slightly, the grooves on his face standing up like blades, then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Beadle Manson, your future boss."
"Ghost..."
"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in a suit smiled slightly, the grooves on his face standing up like blades, then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Beadle Manson, your future boss."
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
"Ghost..."
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
"If someone can really find him in this world..."
Still human
"Ghost?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfied, "I advise you to answer seriously."
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
"Ghost..."
"Ghost?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfied, "I advise you to answer seriously."
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
Manson smiled, shook his head and said: "You mean your 'little friends'? You don't have to worry about this. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends were basically arrested... Let me Think about the IDs that were caught... a hunter, a lone wolf, and a child... but that one was caught by a Chinese."
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
"If it's not a ghost, it's the devil! The devil! Or something like that..."
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared at Manson, who had been admiring it for a while, and said with a smile.
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
"And Mr. Minitte, you are probably the kind of person who usually stays at home and doesn't go out."
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
"If it's not a ghost, it's the devil! The devil! Or something like that..."
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
It was a man in his forties, wearing a neatly pressed suit and what looked like an expensive watch. He looked like a successful man. However, his weather-beaten face made him not look like a pampered person who often sat in the office.
"Ghost..."
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
Manson said seriously: "Calm down and speak clearly. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the eastern theater of China. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock them in." —”
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
This is impossible!
Caught
"Ghost..."
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timer button.
As if in sleep, Minette, who was handcuffed, muttered to himself.
"What do you want me to do..."
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
Minette vaguely guessed something and grinned.
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
It was a man in his forties, wearing a neatly pressed suit and what looked like an expensive watch. He looked like a successful man. However, his weather-beaten face made him not look like a pampered person who often sat in the office.
Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the timer button.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
As if he heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Mittel's mouth, as if he was mocking the man sitting opposite, and he continued as if he was mocking himself.
Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you... you had no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"
Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson who looked a little stunned, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that level. You know, Mr. CIA, Even the most powerful hacker has physical limits, unless you can type code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not... there is no situation where you don't even have a chance to fight back."
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room suddenly became quiet.
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
At the same time, this is the news he least wants to hear...
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
"It's too early to say this now, you'll know when the time comes," Manson clasped his hands on his knees, lowered his body slightly, stared at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze, and continued, "Now, I I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully. This has to do with whether our previous agreement will work."
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
It wasn't until he had laughed enough that he straightened up, looked at Manson sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "He just didn't have a chance to fight back. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expression humiliates me... I know my idea may be ridiculous, but I doubt that guy is not a human at all!"
As if in sleep, Minette, who was handcuffed, muttered to himself.
"Ghost?" Manson frowned at this unexpected answer and said dissatisfied, "I advise you to answer seriously."
"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the trial... Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before regretting it, I'm not sure I will need you at that time."
"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in a suit smiled slightly, the grooves on his face standing up like blades, then he stretched out his calloused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Beadle Manson, your future boss."
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
"His name is Dr. Z, go find him quickly!"
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
"I'm sorry I'm an atheist," Manson shrugged. After a moment of silence, Manson continued to ask, "Then continue with the question, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"
Hearing the IDs Manson reported, Mittel's face gradually turned pale, with large beads of sweat oozing out from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
At this point, Manson paused, with a devilish smile on his face.
Manson said seriously: "Calm down and speak clearly. We suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the eastern theater of China. Now we have locked three possible identities. I need you to help us lock them in." —”
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
Under the push and escort of two early warning officers, Minit was rudely brought to the interview room.
He originally thought that even if he was caught, the others would at least be able to escape capture.
"Don't you even watch the news? Mr. Manson."
This is impossible!
This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."
"What do you want me to do..."
Minette vaguely guessed something and grinned.
Leaning back on the chair with a smile, the CIA officer continued with ease, "Although I can't remove your handcuffs now, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
Suddenly there was a scoffing sound.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes at some point. Mittel held his head with his handcuffed hands, as if he had gone crazy, "This is not something humans can do, it is absolutely impossible!"
As if he heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Mittel's mouth, as if he was mocking the man sitting opposite, and he continued as if he was mocking himself.
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
At the same time, this is the news he least wants to hear...
If this is the case, they will have to re-evaluate the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare forces.
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
"I accept your proposal..."
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
"His name is Dr. Z, go find him quickly!"
"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after giving up resistance completely, "But just in case, let me remind you, even if I am the boss of Prey Eagle, I don't know Who the other members are in reality.”
"You have the wrong person. Although I am willing to do anything for the United States, it does not mean that I am willing to be the dog in the White House."
Has been…
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, he not only took control of his computer and server, he even had a hand free to press other members of the Prey Eagle to the ground one by one and rub them. .
At this moment, Mittel's expression finally changed completely.
He only planned to give him ten minutes. If he still didn't nod after ten minutes, then he probably wouldn't nod.
Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not surprised at all that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.
Getting closer to Minit's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly stopped smiling and stared at him like a poisonous snake examining its prey. Until a look of fear appeared in his eyes, he gently stepped back a few inches and sat down. Returning to his seat, he said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court has not yet pronounced a verdict on your crime, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or you can stay here until the middle of the next century."
"If someone can really find him in this world..."
"If someone can really find him in this world..."
Staring at Mittel's pupils that were constantly dilating and shrinking, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
"Good, then we are in the same boat now."
As if he heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Mittel's mouth, as if he was mocking the man sitting opposite, and he continued as if he was mocking himself.
"There are still some people on the run, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, otherwise, you Advise them to surrender, at least they will be better off if caught by us."