Enforcer's Handbook

Without exact coordinates as a guide, anyone would get lost in this desert, especially late at night.

"Judging from the wreckage at the scene, Vice Captain Eric only brought a regular gun and went to a bar in Jianlong Town to drink before heading here. This shows that in his original plan, there would be no battle. "

Lu Xiang investigated all the wreckage that could be found at the scene and came to the conclusion, "So, the person who led him here is probably a person who is deeply trusted by him, so that without any preparation, Eric He died here."

In this vast desert, even if the law enforcers wanted to investigate afterwards, they would not be able to do so.

"I always feel that the posture of this corpse is a bit weird."

Song Lan stood at the location where Lu Xiang deduced that Eric was attacked, looking up at the darkening sky.

This angle is where the minigun on the armed helicopter strafed him. What would the average person's subconscious reaction be if they encountered this situation?

Protect your head or chest with both hands, and then run directly in the direction of the hover car.

However, when Eric faced the minigun, he made a rather strange move - when he was shot and fell, he turned sideways, struggled to bury his right arm in the sand, and used his body as a Cover to block his arm.

This is why almost all the bones in his chest and left side of his body were shattered.

"I checked his right hand and he did not have a prosthetic implant."

Lu Xiang naturally noticed this unusual thing, but she didn't understand why Eric tried so hard to protect her right hand.

"He only underwent surgery to strengthen the tendons on his prosthetic eyes and legs. The other parts are all original. The prosthetic eyes have been completely destroyed..."

For the sake of Song Lan's mental health, she did not continue talking.

Without any cover, Eric's head took more than a dozen rounds of minigun bullets. Whatever was implanted inside was completely destroyed.

"Could it be this thing?"

Song Lan stretched out her hand, glanced at the mark on her wrist, and swiped it on the code scanner in the compound every day when she went to and from get off work, just like the employee card.

But because Eric had been buried in the sand for nearly a week, even though he tried his best to save most of the skin on his right arm, it had dried up, and all that was left in front of them was the skeleton. part.

If his colleagues found his body that had not been buried by the sand the next day, they might be able to tell the clues from his strange posture.

But unfortunately, until now, his colleagues thought he was just on a business trip this time.

"This kind of mark can also be used as an unlocking command for some network security locks."

Lu Xiang suddenly said that before Song Lan spoke, she had not thought of this possibility, because the location of the mark is not fixed and can be decided by the user. Even if the mark is really rejected, it can be logged into the mobile phone. inside.

The downside is that once the phone is lost, the finder can obtain a lot of information about the owner through the imprint.

"I should really transfer you to work in the Criminal Analysis Division."

Lu Xiang felt that if Song Lan could always focus on work, they would be able to solve many unsolved cases that had been settled in the early years. However, how to keep Song Lan motivated in work may be much more difficult than solving the case itself. In her opinion, , which is basically the same level of difficulty as inventing a perpetual motion machine.

"Director, actually I have been hiding something from you."

Hearing this, Song Lan immediately covered his forehead with his left hand, his expression in pain, and large beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks, "Reasoning will put a huge load on my spirit. Once I do more than 5 minutes of reasoning every day, It will cause irreparable consequences.”

Song Lan knew that the excuse he came up with was untenable, but what he was betting on was not that he could deceive Lu Xiang, but that the latter would feel sorry for him and not impose too much workload on him.

This is the advantage of falling in love with a department head.

How much work he has, in the end, it's not all a matter of Lu Xiang's words.

Lu Xiang sighed. She had heard that when fate opens a window for you, it will definitely close a door for you.

This is very obvious in Song Lan.

Fate, while giving him unparalleled abilities and a clever mind, turned him into a salted fish.

"The problem now is that in his current state, we can't extract the mark."

"But at least we know he hid something in the department, and we don't know if hackers have any way to decipher the contents."

"The law enforcement department uses an internal network. It is difficult to intrude into the internal network from the outside. And even if hackers are capable, they would not have the guts to go against the law enforcement officers in the capital."

The image of the law enforcers in the capital of the twelfth country is different from that of the seventeenth district. The other party can truly bring fear to criminals. This can be seen from the fact that they only had one vicious wounding case in a month.

"What if I find a way to lend him his computer?"

"I can try."

Lu Xiang said it a little reluctantly. The main reason was not the technical reason, but wasn't it the same as knowing the law and breaking the law?

Hacking into a law enforcement agency's intranet and stealing information from it is a felony regardless of location.

Lu Xiang, who has never committed any crime, was condemned by his conscience just by thinking about it for a moment. But now, this may be their only chance to find out the truth.

The missing former leader, Deputy Captain Eric who was lured to the "outside world" and brutally killed, the rewritten surveillance video, and the large influx of CTEA-32, intuitively told her that these incidents did not exist alone, and that there was a pair of invisible black hands at work. Behind the scenes drives everything.

She took a deep breath and said, "Go and steal Eric's computer tonight, but don't let anyone else discover it."

"Don't worry, I'm professional."

"Um?"

Lu Xiang frowned and stared at Song Lan suspiciously, "Why are you a professional? Have you ever stolen anything else?"

"your heart."

For a moment, the sand fell into a dead silence, and even the onlookers, the Death Crabs, froze in place.

After a long time, Lu Xiang had to bend down and pat Song Lan on the shoulder from behind.

If she remembered correctly, it must have been Song Lan who suddenly said something shocking, right?

Why did she, the one being teased, not even have time to blush, but the flirt was so embarrassed that he squatted down with his back to her, almost burying his head in the sand?

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."

Song Lan still maintained the same posture, "I'll do some research on how to use 'Loser Eats Dust'."

For a moment, his mind twitched and he thought of a way that he thought would perfectly change the topic.

But he regretted it as soon as he said it.

Seeing Lu Xiang's shocked eyes, he wanted to learn from the Death Crab and dive directly into this sea of ​​sand.

This trick obviously works well in movies, but why did everything change once he said it?

Song Lan couldn't understand and didn't want to think about it any more.

Now he just wants to use the Loser's Dust to go back 5 minutes in time, and then pretend that nothing happened.