Super Black Technology

As soon as everyone got downstairs, several groups of people rushed in. Leading the way was Agent 'Moulton', a senior FBI agent in his 40s, who was the main person in charge of the operation.

Seeing Mrs. Williams holding Ike, everyone, including Agent Moulton, was stunned.

With an immature face, wearing a Donald Duck costume, and still crying, this Nima is indeed a child.

Agent Moulton wanted to wave his hand, like the criminals he had dealt with before, and take them away mercilessly no matter who they were. But now, Moulton only felt that his arm was extremely heavy, and he couldn't lift it at all.

At the same time, it seemed as if ten thousand mud horses appeared in his heart, whizzing by.

I'm a grass mud horse, what's the situation? How to deal with this?

For the first time in Moulton's twenty-plus-year career, he encountered such a situation. This is the history of the United States, oh, no, this is the most destructive, technologically advanced, and youngest criminal in human history.

Compared with Kevin Mitnick, who claimed to be the number one hacker in the world more than 20 years ago, his technology is simply not at the same level.

At that time, network security protection was just getting started, but what about now?

Now is the era of cloud computing, which is the era of hackers. It is really too difficult for today's hackers to imagine doing what they did before.

What to do now?

Don't take it away, this kind of destructive power is too terrifying, how can you not control it?

Just take it away, how can you do it so small? And there are reporters!

Under the eyes of everyone, Ike felt an unspeakable pain in his soul again. Under the influence of this severe pain, Ike couldn't help but burst into tears again, crying so loudly that it was called: Miserable!

Two words: miserable!

Three words: super miserable!

"Woo, mom, I'm afraid!"

"Don't cry, don't cry!" "Little Ike, be good, don't be afraid, we are here!"

The two women coaxed the baby in their arms with concern, and Mr. Williams was also angry at this time.

"Gentlemen, what do you want?"

Moulton thought for a while, then raised his hand and made a gesture of taking it away. Of course, before taking it away, according to the "Miranda Rules", Moulton still said the following:

You have the right to remain silent, otherwise everything you say may be used as evidence in court!

Originally, Moulton didn't need to talk about it. According to the way of dealing with ordinary terrorists, he could just kill them on the spot. But judging from the current form, things have become super complicated, how can they be treated as terrorists.

"No matter what, we will always be with our son!"

"Can!"

After getting the promise, the Williams couple hugged Ike and walked outside the house.

"Let's go first, you collect evidence, and transport everything in this room to the headquarters."

"yes!"

Outside, Mr. George was free. Seeing his wife and neighbor's family being taken away, George was very anxious, but he didn't move, and he didn't even say hello.

He was waiting, yes, he was waiting for his wife. He believed his wife would understand.

Seeing George's attention, several FBI immediately put their hands on the holsters around their waists, as if to warn.

Mrs. George followed the crowd silently as if she hadn't seen her husband.

On the street, several cars had already parked. Mrs. Williams got into the car with Ike in her arms, then Mr. Williams got into the car, and finally Mrs. George...

Sudden!

The moment Mrs. George was about to get into the car, Mrs. George suddenly turned her head and shouted at her husband: "Ike is 'Watermelon'!"

"Fuck!" "You bastard!"

The agents were furious, shoved her into the car, closed the door, and drove away quickly.

God-like teammates! In the car, Ike stopped crying and gave Mrs. George 32 likes in his heart.

Ever since he knew that George and his wife were reporters, Ike often went to George's house to play, and the two became friends.

Yes, Ike did it on purpose.

My wife is really awesome! Outside the car, Mr. George smiled, then quickly entered the room and called the editor-in-chief.

"I'm George, I have exclusive news about 'Watermelon'! I want $500,000!"

"Why don't you die! 100,000 dollars!"

"NO, NO, NO, $500,000, nothing less, or I will sell the news to the "Wall Street Journal" and the "Washington Post."

This sentence made the editor-in-chief on the opposite side very angry, and a cold voice came from the phone: "George, sometimes you may spend your life if you have money!"

"I've already recorded it. Goodbye!" George didn't talk to his editor-in-chief at all, and hung up the phone directly.

On the opposite side, at the headquarters of "USA TODAY", the angry editor-in-chief directly threw the phone to the ground. This son of a bitch hangs up the phone without even paying the price.

The editor-in-chief rubbed his face to calm down his anger, and then used the office landline to call George, but the line was actually busy.

With a bang, the landline was smashed by the editor-in-chief again.

...

Time is money, George pulled out another number and dialed it immediately.

"Hi, is this the president of The Wall Street Journal? I'm David George, and I have the exclusive insider information on 'Watermelon'. I want 1 million US dollars, and I can't do anything less!"

The other party thought about it for three seconds, and then agreed: "Deal!"

"I also want an exclusive interview right, and my wife Nicole will be in charge of the interview!"

"no problem!"

"Help me release my wife on bail. He was taken away by the FBI as a witness at the scene, just a witness at the scene."

"It's a small matter, now you tell me who 'Watermelon' is!"

As a world-renowned media group, George fully believed that the other party could do such a small thing, so he immediately told the other party the information.

"Watermelon is the 11-year-old son of my neighbor Mr. Williams. His mother is a good friend of my wife's."

"What? What did you say? Are you sure?!" As a figure at the top of the capital world, Mr. President didn't even frown when he heard George's asking price of 1 million US dollars.

However, when he heard the true identity of 'Watermelon', Mr. President actually stood up in surprise. One can imagine how shocked he was.

"Yes, I'm sure! Mr. President, I promise in the name of God that the news is absolutely true! Mr. President, act quickly, we will make a sensation in the whole world."

It's done, it's done. This is the only thought in Mr. President's heart.

Even the identity of the assailant in the "Leeds Incident" deserves a lot of coverage, but now it is possible to add an attributive to this identity: children, this kind of news is enough for even a year of hype.

The most powerful hacker in the world, the smallest criminal genius in human history, the super prodigy since the founding of the United States...

Oh, My God!

My heart is about to stop, this kind of big news will definitely get me into the board of directors. The 1 million US dollars that George asked for is a fart. As long as I can get the exclusive interview right, I dare to ask each TV station for 20 million.

A family of 2000W, no bargaining is allowed! Whoever makes a counter-offer is not allowed to rebroadcast!

"The money will be called right away, and a helicopter will pick you up later!" After finishing speaking, Mr. President hung up the phone.

The conversation between the two did not involve any question of whether to believe or not, because both parties knew that no one dared to break their promises on such matters.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. President immediately called his secretary, and then issued a series of orders.

After doing all this, Mr. President picked up his mobile phone and dialed a few numbers that he seldom used.

"Hello, Senator! We, the Wall Street Journal, are very interested in your proposal of 'restricting the authority of the FBI'..."

"Hello, Your Excellency Governor! I admire your ruling philosophy very much..."

"Hi, Ms. A! We at News Corp. would like to ask you a favor..."

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