At thirty, awaken the daily intelligence system

Chapter 194 192, Question: I, a wanted criminal, if I steal the F22 design back to China...

For almost three years, not only Lin Mo was under a lot of pressure, but his family members were also having a hard time.

Especially after the car accident and during the period of recovery, they were under great pressure both physically and mentally.

If the whole family hadn't been strong enough and Lin Mo had not found a way to get the best medical treatment in Daxia in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Being able to live safely to this day without any sequelae is simply a medical miracle.

Now that the great revenge has finally been avenged, the culprits who caused their family's displacement have been solved. Of course, they have to celebrate.

Listening to Lin Mo's excited voice, Dark couldn't help but say, "It's such a pity that I can't have a drink with you and share this joy with your family!" 】

[You know, although my life is not in danger for the time being, I can no longer do without the ventilator and circulation machine. Say hello to your family for me, my friend. 】

With a smile on his face, Lin Mo breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "That's for sure. Take care of your health. I'll see you when I finish my work here." 】

[Today’s technology is advancing rapidly. Hawking can live for such a long time, and I believe you can too. 】

When it comes to Hawking, Lin Mo still has a lot of things that he doesn't understand.

The old guy could only move his two fingers, so what else could he do on that ship?

Unfortunately, the information about this part was very brief. Lin Mo only got a list of people who had been to that ship, and there was no video about him.

Otherwise, it would definitely be even more shocking if it were released.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo twisted his neck, relaxed a bit, and looked through the phone, not knowing who to share the good news with immediately.

His family members were already waiting for him at home. Instead of explaining everything over the phone, it would be better to wait until he got home and share the good news with them in person.

What to do?

There were still ten minutes left before he could go home. If it had been before, Lin Mo would have definitely chosen to close his eyes and rest, thinking about the next way to deal with Chen Shanhe and sorting out ideas to help Jonson Hester become the Grand Duke.

All he can rely on is himself and the intelligence system. Every time he thinks about something more, he may increase his survival rate.

But it's different now. Chen Shanhe has been dealt with. Lin Mo, who is suddenly free, really doesn't know what to do.

As expected, the old saying goes,

When a person is hungry, the only thing he can do is eat. But as soon as he is full, all kinds of other needs will come out. When all his desires can be easily satisfied, he will fall into to a state of emptiness.

Lin Mo was like this. He was suddenly separated from the tight and high-pressure life, and he had not yet fully adapted.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Mo unconsciously opened the webpage on his mobile phone and began to search for news about Daxia.

He hasn't been home for nearly three years, and he also wants to know some news about his family.

Enter the familiar Baidu interface and enter the two keywords Donghai City·Zhangzhuang, and soon countless news pops up.

Because of his relationship, Zhangzhuang, a previously inconspicuous village, has already become an attraction in Donghai City. Countless people went to Zhangzhuang to hold live broadcasts and take photos with Lin Mo's two luxury cars.

You can find everything on the Internet.

Especially in the period after the live broadcast ended, almost all the hot searches were news related to Lin Mo.

Those hot searches that celebrities racked their brains and even spent money to run for a short time were as if they were started by Lin Mo's family. They were all about him.

Not only him, but also Chen Shanhe, Rakshasa and other information are rolling in non-stop.

This kind of popularity lasted for about 15 days until Lin Mo's live broadcast ended, and then the popularity began to slowly weaken.

This is also normal,

The most indispensable thing on the Internet is all kinds of eye-catching news and all kinds of weird things.

There will always be people who can attract the public's attention, but no one can always attract their attention. Even if it is a big news like Lin Mo, the popularity only lasts for about half a month.

In the following year, news about Zhangzhuang gradually decreased, and fewer and fewer netizens came to check in, replaced by some normal news.

For example, city policies, or police reports on some security cases in the village.

Lin Mo saw many familiar faces through the check-in videos recorded by netizens. Those were the villagers of Zhangzhuang who were being interviewed.

The questions asked by the self-media are almost the same. They are nothing more than some of Lin Mo’s past life and why he has such powerful Internet technology.

Perhaps because of the previous experience in which the villagers who slandered Lin Mo and his family were taken away by the police, not many villagers slandered him this time, and everyone's evaluation of him was considered neutral.

It's not that I praise him one-sidedly, but I don't make up all kinds of false and non-existent things like before.

that's enough!

Lin Mo had been busy before and really couldn't care less about this.

After checking the news about Donghai City, Lin Mo started searching for news about Rakshasa City.

The first piece of news that popped up made Lin Mo helplessly shake his head.

The news itself had nothing to do with him. It was about the Rakshasa International Airport suddenly suspending the operating qualifications of all online ride-hailing services within the airport, which meant that none of these online ride-hailing services were allowed to enter the airport.

Lin Mo originally thought it was to protect the four major local taxi companies in Rakshasa City, but it turned out that the excitement was yet to come.

The cars of the four major taxi companies do not even have corresponding license plates, which means that they cannot enter the scope of use of Rakshasa International Airport.

What about passengers’ transfer needs?

The interesting point is here,

There is actually a newly established company that, in the name of housekeeper, actually provides passenger transfer work.

Not only is the service worse, but the charges are several times higher than in the past for online ride-hailing services.

"It seems like another young master is starting a business!"

"After one Chen Shanhe, there will still be Li Shanhe, Zhang Shanhe and Wang Sanhe."

"Why"

Lin Mo sighed helplessly, not knowing what to say about these things, let alone doing anything.

He is just the most ordinary common man, and all he wants to do is lead an ordinary life. His own affairs have not been settled yet, and he really has no intention to care about other people's affairs.

After checking other news in Rakshasa City, there was nothing of great interest, so Lin Mo opened the major short video websites and started watching.

After all, three years have passed, and naturally there is no news about himself.

However, looking at the familiar streets, familiar buildings, and familiar hometown dialect in China still made Lin Mo's homesickness surge a lot.

Finally, Lin Mo opened a software called Zhihu, entered his name and started reading.

The biggest feature of this software is that it is a mixed bag, with all kinds of people, and the people in it are good at analyzing all kinds of problems in detail, starting with just 10,000 words.

It usually starts with someone in the United States, just getting off the plane, or thanking the invitation, just having dinner with a certain CEO, and happened to talk to him about the subject of the topic.

There were many analyzes about Lin Mo and Chen Shanhe. Lin Mo read a dozen of them in a row and finally came to a conclusion.

It's all nonsense.

Just as he was about to close Zhihu and open the Tianya Forum or chat with his old friends in the forum, Lin Mo suddenly had a nasty thought in his mind.

He opened Zhihu's posting page, thought for a while and entered an interesting title.

[Hello everyone, I am a wanted criminal. If I can steal the blueprints of the F22 engine, nuclear submarines, and photolithography machines and return them to the country, will the country still shoot me? 】

After clicking the send button, Lin Mo put the phone away with a smile on his face.

He is not a big Zhihu V, nor does he have many fans, so it may take a while to see the replies from netizens.

And Lin Mo was just posting it for fun, so it didn't matter even if the post disappeared.

At the same time, Daxia.

Rakshasa City.

In a quiet manor amidst the bustle.

It's the Chinese New Year time again, and the manor has been decorated early with festive lanterns and various decorations.

For ordinary people, the feeling of celebrating the New Year is becoming less and less popular now. The so-called Chinese New Year is just a reason to put down the burden and go home to see their elderly parents.

Even more and more people have begun to have a deep fear of the Chinese New Year, and are very worried about being forced to get married by their elders as soon as the Chinese New Year comes.

There are also some people who are not doing well in big cities. The feeling of returning to the village to celebrate the New Year is simply more uncomfortable than being sentenced.

But for those wealthy people who have already solved their material problems and begun to enjoy the spiritual world, celebrating the New Year becomes very meaningful.

Wu Jingguo is such a person,

He is a traditional Rakshasa man and still follows the most traditional Rakshasa way of celebrating the New Year.

Spring walks, dragon and lion dances, eating rice cakes, pasting Spring Festival couplets, burning incense, and banging bells

Although the Chinese New Year is still more than a month away, preparations for some ceremonies have already begun. Especially this year is the celebration of the Uzbek people, so it will be very lively.

At this moment.

Wu Jingguo sat in a warm and comfortable room with a few old friends, eating hot pot and chatting about recent events.

There was a biting cold wind outside the window, but it was steaming inside the room.

The contrast is very strong.

A fat old man said with a smile, "Old Wu, I have to admire you. No matter how the wind and snow blow outside, you can still sit on the fishing boat!"

"My subordinates just sent me news that the country of Wei is in complete chaos. Chen Shanhe went to the United States. There is no movement at all now. I guess some accident must have occurred."

"Not only him, I also received another news just now. Ichiro Toyoda had an accident and died of a heart attack!"

When talking about heart disease, this fat old man looked contemptuous, obviously no stranger to such methods.

After hearing his series of news, everyone at the dinner table fell silent and looked at him with different eyes. Soon, voices of doubt and inquiry began to sound.

"real or fake?"

"Didn't you say that Chen Shanhe has established a firm foothold in the country and controlled Toyoda Ichiro?"

"What do you mean, they both died in America?"

"What a pity. I thought there would be a fight between Chen Shanhe and Lin Mo!"

"If these words hadn't come out of your mouth, if it had been someone else, I would have definitely thought you were bragging!"

This fat old man is specially responsible for keeping an eye on the movements in the country of Wei, as well as the people of the country of Wei in Daxia.

Therefore, the authenticity of a series of things he said will be very high.

What's more, the people here today are all real big guys in various fields. Even if the fat old man likes to joke, he will never joke here.

Wu Jingguo was also stunned for a moment, but his expression soon returned to calm.

History is ups and downs, and heroes in the world come one after another. No one is born to be a supporting role, and no one is born to be the protagonist.

Everyone strives for their own interests based on their own abilities.

Chen Shanhe's rise was due to his ability. Now that he was killed by someone else, it was because of someone else's ability.

The heroes in the world are like the ministers crossing the river, they are countless.

But Wu Jingguo also felt a little regretful that in the end, Chen Shanhe died in the United States instead of

Just when he thought of this, Wu Jingguo was suddenly stunned.

Um?

wrong.

Chen Shanhe's whereabouts have always been under his control. He knew what he had done in the country of Wei, and he also knew that he was the actual king of the country of Wei.

In fact, if he can really continue to sit on the throne of the king, someone will soon contact him to discuss cooperation between the two countries.

But the whereabouts of Lin Mo, the little monkey, disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

Ever since Lin Mo escaped from the country, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are waiting for him, and how many organizations are looking for news about him day and night, but until now, no one knows where Lin Mo and his family are hiding.

Some people say that their whole family is dead, while others judge that they are hiding in war-torn areas and lingering.

As for Wu Jingguo, he is more willing to believe that Lin Mo and the others are still alive, but their lives may not be that good. After all, they have to evade the pursuit of the Wei State intelligence organization every day, and life must be difficult.

It is too difficult for an individual to compete with the country.

But today, when he heard the news that Chen Shanhe and Toyoda Ichiro were both in trouble, Wu Jingguo couldn't help but have a bold idea in his mind.

Is it difficult? Is it difficult?

Could it be that things were not as he imagined? Instead of fleeing to a war-torn place to survive, Lin Mo went to the United States?

Could it be that all the information they have obtained now was created by this little monkey?

After thinking about this, Wu Jingguo asked with great interest, "Mr. Zhang, you do praise me, Wu Jingguo, a little bit. I'm just a layman!"

"Rakshasa belonged to the country before, now, and even more so in the future!"

"But I am very interested in your information. If you are willing, you can tell us in detail the details of the information you just obtained."