Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

Seeing Wu Mian speak, Shen Jiahong returned his attention to the case itself: "The violent activities of the Spiritual Religion Group started last week. As of this morning, they have created a total of more than 20 criminal cases and caused nine cases.

When people die, the social impact is extremely bad.”

Wu Mian put out the cigarette butt in his hand: "Is there a video of the scene?"

Shen Jiahong nodded: "The intelligence department has transmitted it."

Wu Mian stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the sensor on the corner of the table, and a holographic projection appeared in front of him. He opened the video library, saw an introduction to the Spiritual Religion case, and clicked on one of the videos.

A miniature 3D projection appears on the desktop.

On a busy street, two vans marked in red were parked in front of a shopping mall. After the members of the van got out of the car, one of them carried a backpack and set up a visual mimicry at the entrance of the gold store, and the others quickly entered the store.

In just thirty seconds, the robbery of a gold shop was completed.

The next video is a video of a gunfight between robbers in a commercial street. After being exposed, a group of people dispersed in a tactical formation, looked for bunkers, and started a fierce battle with the mall's security and patrol police, resulting in a crushing situation.

This large shopping mall customized private corporate security services. After the corporate security airship arrived, the robbers were pushed back. However, the number of civilian casualties caused by corporate security far exceeded that of the robbers, and they could still get away with it through corporate immunity. This

It's quite ironic.

Wu Mian had no interest in the casualties at the scene. He saw a group of robbers fleeing the scene after throwing away several corpses, and turned his attention to Shen Jiahong: "Have you compared the corpses left at the scene?"

Shen Jiahong shrugged: "There are no useful clues. The identity of the deceased is just a blank sheet of paper. They come from all over the country. There are still people whose identities cannot be confirmed. They are suspected to be shady persons from abroad."

"No, the behavior of these people during the battle is definitely not that of white soldiers. They have received strict military training. This does not conform to the characteristics of a civil society, but a group of professional criminals. Zhao Heping is right to attach great importance to these people.

There is a stronger organization to support it.”

Wu Mian flipped through the information and focused on the column where the Spiritual Religion Group caused losses: "This organization obtained more than 150 million in funds through kidnapping and robbery within a week. Have you found out where the funds went?"

"These guys are very cunning. In addition to robbing precious metals and materials from gold stores and escort companies, they successfully kidnapped five out of six cases, but none of them asked for ransom. They also targeted several manufacturing and technology companies.

All that was taken away from the boss was equipment and technical information, which cannot be traced."

Shen Jiahong knew what Wu Mian was thinking, and immediately added: "We also investigated the black market, and we also didn't receive any news of anyone selling gold in large quantities."

Wu Mian adjusted the screen back to the scene of robbers and corporate security, and after zooming in, he stared at the firearms they used: "AK gun family, MP-5 gun family, 95 gun family, AR series...the training of these guys is very unified.

But the weapons they used were very messy, which showed that they were deliberately hiding their identities. They robbed gold but did not rush to take action. They committed many crimes in a short period of time, which showed that they had no need for money... I remember during the meeting, someone said that this organization was suspected of drug trafficking.

,Right?"

Shen Jiahong stepped forward and called up a picture: "The police did find drugs in the vehicles they left behind. It is still uncertain whether these members used them for themselves or planned to sell them."

Wu Mian looked at the travel bag on the screen and laughed dumbly: "Do you think these guys are just ricers? With so much goods, they are enough to eat! Have they been tested for purity?"

Shen Jiahong shook his head: "Not yet. This case was originally handed over to the Anti-Narcotics Bureau. I will contact them to ask for information."

Wu Mian waved his hand and interrupted: "No need, send someone to get a sample back. In terms of inspection, someone will be more professional than us and can give us the answers we want."

…

It's night time.

Overcast clouds obscured the starry sky, and the slightly moist wind mixed with imperceptible raindrops fell freely.

The stagnant water on the roadside reflected the neon lights on the roadside. Wu Mian stood on the roadside at Jiangjunwei, looking at a dark alley beside the street in trance.

Shen Jiahong turned on the night vision function of his prosthetic eye and did not notice anything unusual in the alley opposite: "Brother Ninth, is there anything wrong there?"

Wu Mian looked at the alley where he and Nan Ci were being chased and fought side by side, withdrew his gaze and walked towards the bar at the back: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something."

"Hello, come to the Wild Wolf Bar to watch the movie!"

The bikini girl projected on the holographic image at the door of the bar bowed to welcome her, then turned to look at the entrance: "We have guests!"

The doorman came forward enthusiastically: "Welcome you two, please come with me!"

Wu Mian looked at the security gate with X-ray detection at the entrance and asked casually: "Do you have other entrances here?"

The doorman looked at the two of them cautiously: "Sorry, our place is a gang property and we only do business for natural persons. If you two..."

Wu Mian smiled and walked forward steadily: "Just ask casually, don't be so nervous."

Shen Jiahong followed Wu Mian and used intracranial communication to communicate with members of the Nine Branches: "There is only one entrance here, network intrusion."

Black Hat's voice came three seconds later: "Intruded, safe."

Wu Mian and Shen Jiahong walked into the security gate. The security guard on one side saw the human skeletons of the two on the screen, pressed the button next to them, and opened the gate inside.

The waiter inside the door came forward with a cash register in his hand: "You two, the ticket here is 198 per person, and the table and drinks are paid separately."

"drop!"

Wu Mian shook his bracelet and 10,000 yuan was swiped onto the machine: "The extra money is your tip."

Driven by money, the waiter's poker face blossomed into a blooming daisy, and his attitude also took a 180-degree turn: "You two, please come with me, I will notify the people inside to help you open the best restaurant."

A good card station, but that card station has a minimum consumption of 18888, and the package comes with..."

Wu Mian didn't squint his eyes: "If you pay 100,000 yuan for wine, I want the best."

As the only night entertainment venue in Jiangjunwei, Night Wolf Bar is very noisy. The laser light ball rotates and shines. Girls in cool clothes twist their limbs on the stage. Young people who have no place to vent their energy under the stage are whistling and swaying together.

Wu Mian and Shen Jiahong took their seats in the best card bag. Not long after, a sexy girl in a leather jacket sat next to Wu Mian.

When Wu Mian saw the other party coming uninvited, he gently turned the wine glass in his hand: "I didn't order any girls."

"I am not a bartender, but Jiang Meier, the manager of this bar."

Although Jiang Meier's face was covered with heavy makeup, there was no trace of prostitution in her eyes: "There are not many rich people in Jiangjunwei. I have no reason not to recognize people who can spend a lot of money here. You spent so much money.

, instead of living in those luxurious places in Kyoto, you came to our run-down place, isn’t it just to see me?”