"Before the boxing is completed, all the servers are placed in the confidential archives. Not to mention the ghost agents, even flies can't fly in. You can rest assured that we are not the first time to help you keep it' Package '." Major General Howard said.
"The opponent is a star trade, we have to be more cautious," Fate said.
Major General Howard shrugged and continued to lead the way.
A few people talked about the lack of nutrition along the way, but no matter what they said, Jiang Chen could not hear. There is a built-in camera on the electronic sunglasses, but obviously there is no built-in microphone. The detective must have something like a headset, but it has neither been opened nor taken out.
Although Jiang Chen, who stood in the perspective of Agent A, tried to guess what they were saying through their mouth shape, but because they saw more of the backs of the three big men, they finally gave up doing this useless work. Controlling the drone is always at a distance of fifty meters from the signal source, waiting patiently for their footsteps to stop.
Not long after, the pedestrian stopped at the door of a room numbered 014. Major General Howard took out the key and said two words to Fatel behind him, and personally opened the iron gate.
Just at the moment when the iron gate opened, Jiang Chen’s pupil shrank slightly.
The line of sight crossed the shoulders of Major General Howard and was displayed in the center of the room, which was a row of gray boxes.
Do you want to throw an emp directly?
No...
Jiang Chen quickly denied this idea.
This is not the battlefield of Colombia. It is the military base of Yokosuka, the headquarters of the US military stationed in Japan, and the station of the Seventh Fleet.
Now that the global situation is already quite tense, the White House is not afraid of the strength of the star-ring trade, but it does not mean that they will tolerate it without any bottom line. If the Star Ring trade really throws an emp here, I am afraid that most of the Third World War will not run.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s heart moved, and the corner of his mouth gradually evoked a touch of play.
Just now, an evil idea suddenly flooded his heart.
Don't you want data for t virus?
Then I will help you.
"Lilith."
"What? What are you busy?" Lilith replied.
"Don't pretend, I know you can work while playing games."
"But then you can't enjoy the fun of the game..." The words were halfway through, and I felt the murderousness that came along the cable. Lilith shuddered and quickly changed her mind. "Is there anything I need to help?" ?"
"I want to black out the server, do you have any way?" Without her general knowledge, Jiang Chen said.
"...you have given me a problem, even if I can't break into the air," sighed with a headache. Lilith paused for a while and continued. "Listen, first, you have to Make sure that the servers are connected to the power supply. Second, you have to make sure that I can establish a physical connection with the server, preferably with a data cable."
“Do you have to connect the power supply?” Jiang Chen frowned.
“Not necessarily,” Lilith said with a blank expression. “If you can't guarantee the power, you can also choose to transport a small water pipe like a laser.”
“Why can I transfer lasers?”
"Because the thing itself can generate micro-current on the electronic device, write directly to the hard disk." Lilith explained patiently.
"It turned out to be the case." Jiang Chen nodded in no doubt.
“What are you going to do?” Lilith asked. “Do you transmit the virus to it?”
"You will know tomorrow." Jiang Chen smiled.
"Well... follow you."
Taking back the drone, Jiang Chen threw all the flats and drones into the storage space.
Jiang Chen was also prepared to wait for Fatel to take him away from the military base, and he was able to take him away on the road, but now it seems that he can live a little more than two days.
According to the original route of the arrival, Jiang Chen quietly left the military base and returned to the parking lot at the entrance of Sancha Park. Inserting the car key, when he started the car, he opened the holographic screen of the watch and made a phone call to the resident.
......
The suburb of Tokyo.
A condominium building that is clearly on the moon.
Wearing a pajamas, Sumitomo built a wooden floor sitting in the back door of the backyard, staring at the moonlight in the lake.
Sitting behind him is a beautiful figure of grace, with a pot of sake in the plate held by his hands, and a few dishes of his favorite dish on weekdays.
"Build a king, eat something." The woman wearing a kimono softly.
If it is normal, he will not mind if he is taking advantage of his favorite beauty, sitting in the moonlight and drinking two glasses of wine and eating a few chopsticks.
However, at this moment, both the beauty and the delicacies are as boring in front of him.
The old fox of Mitsui’s family is dead, and there is no doubt that it is cia.
The secular wealth lost its role in the power of the great powers, and the Americans did not put them in the eyes of the Japanese consortium from beginning to end. A Mitsui Hongyuan only kills, it is to kill, Mitsui's little foxes dare to find cia revenge?
He is 100% sure that he is the next goal of cia. He didn't even dare to let his father or love the other people know, otherwise it is very likely that he would be abandoned by the family as abandon before cia started.
It is no exaggeration to say that his life and death now depends entirely on Jiang Chen’s attitude.
If there is a ghost together to protect him secretly, then he should be safe.
But who said it well?
After all, Mitsui Hiroshi died under the eyes of Ghost Agent...
"Don't bother me, no appetite."
I irritated back to the sentence, Sumitomo built a rudely pushed the plate that the kimono handed.
In an exclamation, the things on the plate were knocked over to the ground, and the ground was broken.
I don't know where I offended the young master. The woman bowed her head in earnest and fear. She didn't dare to clean up the things on the ground. She just apologized, and I don't know if I should go back or not.
Sumitomo Jianyi’s heart did not have to be annoyed.
Just then, his butler took a phone and came over here.
"Young Master, your call"
"Whoever called, don't pick up." Sumitomo built an impatience and put it down.
"But it is Jiang Chen..."
"Wait! Give me the call!" The eyes were red for a moment, and the Sumitomo made a slamming sound from the ground. Not waiting for the housekeeper to come, he hurriedly greeted him and took his hand. phone.
"Go out, you all go out!"
The kimono woman and the housekeeper were all blasted out, and the Sumitomo built a barefoot walk into the yard.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to squeeze out a smile that was much better than crying, and pressed the button with a trembling finger.
Almost at the moment the phone was connected, an impatient voice came from the ear.
"How is it so slow?"
"Sorry, I..."
"Okay," he was not interested in listening to his explanation of his nodding. Jiang Chen hung his ear on his ear and held the steering wheel with his hands. "I will tell you something, you will do it immediately."
“Hey!” Sumitomo built a heart of joy, “As long as you tell me, I will do it right away!”
Sumitomo built a diligent attitude to make Jiang Chen a slight glimpse, but soon he understood why.
I was afraid that Mitsui Hongyuan’s death would scare him.
Didn't say anything, Jiang Chen just smiled faintly, not too slow to say, "Are you familiar with the Japanese folk groups?"
"Familiar! Of course familiar!" Sumitomo Jian nodded quickly and said, "Our Sumitomo Foundation sponsored more than 200 civil society groups."
"I need you to help me ignite." Interrupted the words of Mitsui Hongyuan, Jiang Chen said directly.
Suddenly squatting, Sumitomo built a vague feeling that something was wrong, but for a moment and a half can not say exactly what is wrong. After hesitating for a while, he swallowed his mouth and whispered in a tentative tone.
"Dare to ask is... who is the wind?"
"Americans." Jiang Chen said succinctly.