930 If It's Not A Ghost, It's A Devil (4/4)

Chapter 930 If it's not a ghost, it's a devil (44)

Southern California prison.

Pushed and escorted by two warnings, Minit was rudely taken to the meeting room.

As the heavy iron door closed, the entire small room fell silent.

With swollen eyes and slightly swollen eyes, Minit, whose hands were handcuffed, barely lifted his spirits, and looked a few times at the man sitting opposite him.

It was a man in his forties, wearing a well-pressed suit and wearing what looked like an expensive watch, he looked like a successful person. However, that weather-beaten face made him look nothing like a person who often sat in the office and was pampered.

After vaguely guessing something, Minit grinned.

"I guess you're not my lawyer."

"Lawyers can't save you, but we can," the man in the suit smiled slightly, the gully on his face stood up like a blade, then he stretched out his callused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Introduce yourself, Biddle Manson, your future boss."

As if hearing some funny joke, Mittel put his handcuffed hands on the table and giggled dryly.

He didn't straighten up until he had laughed enough, looked at Manson who was sitting opposite him, glanced at his mouth, and said sarcastically.

"You've got the wrong person. I'm willing to do anything for America, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be the dog of the White House."

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

Approaching Minette's face, Manson, who was originally smiling, suddenly withdrew his smile, and stared at him with the gaze of a poisonous snake scrutinizing its prey, until there was a look of fear in his eyes, then he 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 your crime, but based on the evidence we have collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you invite the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we will Or it could keep you here until the middle of the next century."

Having said that, Manson paused, with a devilish smile on his face.

"And Mr. Minette, you are probably the kind of person who often stays at home and never goes out."

His face was tense, and Mittel frowned when he heard this unclear question: "...What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting," Manson said with a smile, "I just want to tell you that a little boy like you will be very popular here."

At this moment, Mittel's expression finally completely changed.

A drop of cold sweat gradually rolled down from his forehead.

As if satisfied with the expression on his face, he stared carefully at Manson who had been admiring him for a while, and said with a slight smile.

"You have enough time to consider my proposal until the court hearing...Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before you regret it, I'm not sure if I need you at that time."

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Minit struggled for a while, and finally his shoulders loosened, and he spoke.

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

Manson smiled and said: "CiA is still short of an expert who is proficient in information technology, so I will formally invite you now, as long as you join us, you can serve your sentence at our designated place without having to deal with real criminals Stay together. And, if you can make meritorious deeds, you can also reduce your sentence appropriately, maybe five or six years later, you will be released after serving your sentence."

This time, Mittel was silent for a long time.

Manson glanced at his watch and pressed the chronograph button.

He was only going to give him ten minutes, and if he still hadn't nodded after ten minutes, then it was probably impossible to nod.

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

After only waiting for three minutes, Minit, who was sitting opposite him, spoke.

"I accept your offer..."

"Very well, then we are now a crew."

Although he was a little surprised that he nodded so quickly, Manson was not at all surprised that the prisoner in front of him would choose to compromise.

Smiling and leaning back on the chair, the CIA official continued with ease, "Although I can't uncuff you yet, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."

There was a bit of fear in Mittel's tone, and he suddenly became nervous and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"It's too early to say this now, and you'll know when the time comes," Manson put his hands together 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, which is related to whether our previous agreement works."

"You ask," Mittel said without any change in his expression after completely giving up resistance, "but just in case, let me remind you first, even if I am the boss of Predator Eagle, I don't know The identities of the other members in reality."

Manson smiled, shook his head and said, "You mean your 'kids'? You don't have to worry about that, within half an hour after you were arrested, your little friends have basically been arrested... Let I think about who the IDs were caught... hunters, lone wolves, and a child... but that one was caught by the Chinese."

"There are still some people who are at large, but it is only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we have already grasped their true identities. Even if we let them go, the Chinese people will never let them go. Seriously, how about you Just persuade them to turn themselves in, at least it will be easier if they are caught by us."

Has been……

caught?

Hearing the IDs reported by Manson, Mittel's face gradually paled, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

This is impossible!

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

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

This means that when Dr. Z fought against him, he not only seized the control of his computer and server, but even freed up a hand to press the other members of Predatory Eagle on the ground one by one. up.

This guy……

Is it still human?

Staring at Mittel's dilated and shrunk pupils, Manson felt something was wrong, but continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."

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

"ghost……"

"Ghost?" Frowning at this unexpected answer, Manson said dissatisfiedly, "I advise you to answer seriously."

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

His eyes were bloodshot at some point, and Mittel hugged his head with his handcuffed hands, as if going crazy, "This is not something humans can do, absolutely impossible!"

Manson said solemnly: "Calm down, speak clearly, we suspect that the person you are fighting with is a master of the cyber warfare force in the Eastern Theater of Huaguo, now we have locked three possible identities, I need you to help us identify -"

Suddenly there was a laughing sound.

Mittel shook his head, looked at Manson with a slightly astonished expression, and said, "Those people? I admit that they are very powerful, but not to that extent. Do you know, Mr. CIA, No matter how strong a hacker is, there are physical limits, unless you can type codes with your mind, if that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not...there is no such thing as a chance to fight back."

Manson frowned and asked, "You mean, you...you have no room to fight back when faced with that person's attack?"

If this is the case, they will have to reassess the strength of the Chinese cyber warfare force.

At the same time, this was the news he was least willing to hear...

"Yes," Mittel raised his head and looked at Manson with bloodshot eyes, "there is no chance of fighting back at all. Even when he was fighting me, he could still use some strange words while typing. The weird character expressions humiliate me... I know that my thoughts may be absurd, but I suspect that the guy is not human at all!"

"I'm sorry I'm an atheist." Shrugging his shoulders, Manson continued to ask after a moment of silence, "Then continue with the question just now, what ID does he use to communicate with you?"

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

As if hearing something funny, Mittel let out a dry laugh, as if mocking the person sitting across from him, and continued as if mocking himself.

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

"If there is really someone in this world who can find him..."

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(The eighth day of the 4D challenge seems to be the last day of the 5.15 event, my liver hurts a bit QAQ)