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Although later things have been settled.

But that was just when the fight between the "Evans family" and the Mexicans was just beginning because of Navalli's near-death.

——That night, Navalli was rushed to the emergency hospital.

After the doctor's debridement, sutures, and emergency blood transfusion, Navari was hanged on the verge of death—even so, his consciousness fell into chaos, ignorant, and he never woke up .

"Navalli - how is he doing?"

Estrella, who rushed over urgently, asked the attending doctor.

"It's hard to say, his chest was cut open, and he was exposed to too many contents in the air—and the negative pressure environment in the chest was also destroyed... Even if he can be rescued, his life after that may not be very good. "

The doctor thought about it carefully and answered according to the facts.

Estrella hugged her chest, looked at Navalli who was lying in the intensive care unit, and frowned:

"So—how much will it cost to bring him back?"

"...Maybe half a million dollars? Now he is still in the ICU, and the daily expenses here are a lot."

The doctor's answer made Estrella fall silent.

"……let me consider it."

And from the next day, Estrella did not appear in the hospital again.

There is no funds to maintain, although Navari's injury is still unstable at this time, but because the earliest period of extreme danger has passed, he was transferred to the general ward.

Losing the best medication and no advanced medical technology to maintain it, Navalli is in a very poor state, waking up from time to time.

Even so, the existence of Navalli is a bottomless pit for the hospital, even in a general ward—because the "Evans family" refuses to pay for medical expenses.

As for Estrella, she packed up her things and disappeared from the "Evans family" on the fifth day Navalli was admitted to the hospital.

If it weren't for the fact that Navalli's injuries belonged to the field of criminal cases, which touched California's "emergency payment" clause for victims of criminal cases, I am afraid that he would not even be able to stay in the general ward.

Despite having a special "emergency payment", Navalli spent several months in the hospital, and his injuries did not improve much.

Although he is now awake, he still needs special care for his safety, and from time to time he coughs up blood, vomits, finds it difficult to eat, and his body becomes thinner and thinner.

——In spite of this, the investigators of the state government who dealt with special funds, after collecting the state of Navari in the hospital, in order to deal with this non-performing asset, wrote the following words in the report: "Hospital emergency treatment The limit has been reached, and there is no need for the person to consume government funds.”

So, starting from the next day, Navalli's last hospitalization fund was cut off, and he was about to be sent home by the hospital.

However, at this time, the hospital discovered a problem.

——There is no place that can receive Navari.

His mother was nowhere to be found, and the "Evans family" was locked in a gun fight with the Mexicans, refusing to accept the child. Navalli is like a duckweed falling into the ocean, with neither origin nor destination. From the perspective of legal procedures, the hospital is in a very embarrassing situation.

But the hospital naturally won't suffer this dull loss, and let all the losses be borne by itself.

Therefore, in the early morning of a certain day, a mysterious silver-gray car drove into the back door of the hospital, and a man wrote a pseudonym on the hospital's signing form with scribbled strokes. Navalli, who was coughing up blood, was taken in a silver-gray car to Los Angeles, and was left there after driving through a slum street without surveillance cameras.

...

Navalli felt himself heating up.

But at the same time, he felt a little cold.

The combination of cold and heat made him miserable.

Although the wound on the chest had been stitched up, there was an indescribable itching.

The itching was unbearable.

Navalli couldn't breathe.

What flows in the blood vessels seems to be no longer blood, but a mixture of magma and ice water.

What is breathing in the throat is not air, but blades.

The smell that passed into the nasal cavity was wrapped in a thick stench.

Consciousness became more and more blurred, and Navali felt that he was dying-but, in this regard, he felt comforted.

Death, for him in pain, is not the end, but relief.

But just when he was about to completely sink into the black and unconscious ocean, Navalli felt that his wrist seemed to be grabbed by someone.

He exhausted all his strength, opened his eyes, and saw a face, a face of a girl not much older than himself, also of a dark race, she looked at Navalli and uttered a scream:

"Oh my God, come and see Uncle Masip, there's a kid in the rubbish - he's got his face cut off!"

The next moment, amidst the girl's screams, Navalli fell into a coma again.

...

Navali woke up from his dream, and the severe pain in his chest made him frown.

He struggled to get up from the bed, breathing heavily, his throat became tighter and tighter, the airflow was blocked between the lungs and the airway, a feeling of suffocation.

After a long time, the blockage finally seemed to be broken by something. Navali coughed heavily, and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm from his throat.

Bloody sputum fell on the ground, and Navalli got up from the bed and turned on the light.

The environment inside the bedroom is illuminated.

——This is a small bedroom, about seven or eight square meters, with a single bed in the middle and a computer desk next to it. There is a screen and a case on the table.

Navalli walked out of the room, staggered out of the bedroom, came to the living room, took out a bottle of milk and a bag of toast from the refrigerator, put the food in the basket, and staggered back to his own room. in the bedroom.

Even just a few short steps made Navalli sweat all over. And when he finally sat back at the computer desk, he was already out of breath, with a dry cough coming from his throat.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Navalli sat at the computer desk, turned on the computer, and the screen lit up.

While chewing the bread slowly and drinking the milk, he finally regained some strength and spirit.

After turning on the computer, it is a familiar operation interface.

After tapping a few times in a row, the ordinary operation interface switched instantly and became the entrance to the dark net. In the chaotic online world without identity, Navalli became an "ocelotl" and entered this big network as the "jaguar warrior" he is most familiar with - he will not suffer from old diseases and will not be able to do anything. Lack of motivation, short of breath after walking a few steps.

In this world, "ocelotl" is an agile existence that spreads out like a spider, an eight-legged giant octopus that can set off waves.

"Hi, ocelotl."

The dialog box of the communication channel lit up, and it was a guy who also showed his identity in disguise—"god talk", and asked Navali:

"—Hey, are you interested in taking an order? Jaguar Warrior?"

Navalli looked at the computer screen thoughtfully:

"What list?"

"Corporate Secrets Invasion, an Internet company, just raised a billion-dollar round - my client wants its information."

Navalli opened the curtain behind the computer desk. From here, he could see the shade of trees on the street outside. Judging from the view from the window, this room was located on the third floor of a low-rise apartment.

Navalli looked at the hurried figures of pedestrians peeking out from the shade, and continued typing on the computer:

"what price?"

"Segment price - its intranet administrator authority BUG, ​​1BTC; all user information, 3BTC; framework-level code skeleton, 3BTC. Packaged together 10BTC."

Does it add up to hundreds of thousands of dollars?

Navalli replied succinctly:

"address."

The next moment, Navalli received a text message from the other party, which showed the relevant information of the Internet company - it was a video website, the number of users worldwide had just exceeded 50 million, and the founder appeared on the website in high spirits On the headline on the home page, he in a suit held the hand of the CEO of another big company, celebrating that he had just received financing from the other party.

Navalli closed the website, cut off the communication channel, tapped the keyboard quickly with his fingers, and soon a new screen appeared on the computer.

That is the background of a bounty interface.

Nava uses several accounts to release bounty tasks alternately. Each bounty is between 1BTC and 5BTC. It belongs to the kind of bounty websites that are more valuable but not particularly eye-catching. The content of the bounty is all the current information of an object—including the address, the identity used, the kinship next to it, and so on.

As for the targets of the bounty, they were a Mexican-American woman named "Estrella"; an American man named "Bay Rubik Evans"; Do Firmende," the man who allegedly escaped from prison after being arrested by the FBI.

In the backstage of the reward mission, there were many messages sent by different anonymous persons. However, after scrolling through today's message from top to bottom, Navari showed an expected but still somewhat disappointed expression.

"...Is there still no news?"

Those messages are either luck or software PS, there is no noteworthy new message.

He shook his head, switched the interface, all the information about the dark web disappeared without a trace, and the computer screen returned to the original operation interface.

Navalli stood up with difficulty, leaning on the wall, and walked to the bathroom step by step with difficulty.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, a handful of water touched the wound on his face, and there was a faint itching and pain. Navalli looked at the man in the mirror and fell into deep thought.

——In the mirror, there was a man's face completely covered by dark red scars.

Since more than ten years ago, Navalli has been living in the world with this devilish face.

And the maker of this face—the so-called uncle who is related to him, has long since disappeared without a trace. No matter how much Navali offered a reward, he still couldn't get any news from him.

Even himself, he almost died beside the garbage dump, if he hadn't been saved by some people...

Thinking of this, Navali staggered out of the bathroom, put on his coat, and looked at the clock hanging on the living room wall.

"Ah... the time for the collection is coming soon."

Thinking of this, Navalli finally breathed a little easier.

Wearing a coat, he came to the entrance, put on his shoes, opened the door, and walked out.