Chapter 117 Bright Sword Zhang Ailun informed several people of the intelligence about the refrigeration company's escorted trucks. Sig asked curiously, "Is the source of the information accurate? Where did you get the information from?" "Ninety percent." Zhang Ailun replied, "I asked you to study online but you didn't listen. You just liked to watch videos of beautiful women. The license plate number of the refrigerated truck is in the name of that company. Their public delivery orders also include a schedule for arranging door-to-door delivery with the manufacturer. Since they are doing dirty work in the form of a company, it is impossible not to expose any information. Even if it is hidden well, it can be found." "The only thing we need to consider is, do we screw up his goods ourselves, or let more professional police officers deal with them? Send them a VIP room?" "Is there any need to think about this? Of course we should report it to the police! Who knows if those guys have heavy firepower weapons! We just need to provide evidence. There is no need to take risks, right?" Sig immediately made a suggestion. There is only one life. "Ok, then inform Officer Miguel of this news now." Zhang Ailun nodded. He didn't want to get involved in a fight with criminals unless it was necessary. Fighting and killing are things that only street thugs would do. Real masters always kill without shedding blood. Sig informed Mig of the news and soon received a reply from the other party. MiG: Is there such a thing? Your sources of information and intelligence are really quick! I have asked someone to check the bill yesterday. There is indeed something wrong. We now suspect that the company is an illegal shell company. The legal person is an Italian, but the other party has never been to America! The company also did not pay taxes on time, and there is a suspicion of tax evasion! Obviously, this has seriously violated market trading rules, disrupted the economy, and had a serious impact on the physical and mental health of citizens! Sig: So what are you going to do? Miguel: I haven't officially resumed my work yet, so I can't be directly involved in this matter, but I have entrusted this matter to my friend, my immediate superior, Officer Mance. He is also an experienced sheriff who has been working in the Southern Branch for more than 20 years. If the situation is true, he will handle this matter for the citizens! Sig: I hope those criminals can be arrested as soon as possible! If it can be of use to us, we are willing to contribute our meager strength! Miguel: Nothing else is necessary. Every police officer in our police station has received professional training. They just lack some advice from professional lawyers on judicial issues. Sieg: Isn't attorney Dave's performance good enough? Miguel: He performed very well! According to my colleagues, the lawyer named Dave you introduced not only helped us to improve the evidence collection process and the loopholes in the case, but also successfully tried and jailed the two illegal gun owners and the copper smelter. It will be difficult for them to get out again in this life. Of course, the bills you provided are also part of the chain of evidence. We are also considering formally hiring him as the resident lawyer of our Ministry of Justice.
Xige: Thank God, evil will eventually not escape the judgment of justice!! Dave's job is now settled. After asking about the details of police officer MiG's law enforcement, Zhang Ailun took Xige and others to the streets of Y2 to disperse the Beggar Gang disciples to avoid being affected and injured. The Beggar Gang disciples who were begging and scavenging nearby were also surprised to see their leader. Zhang Ailun did not make a fuss. He just asked them to leave the scene as soon as possible, got a cup of milk tea from a street vendor, and sat on the side of the road to watch the show. At around 3 ., unusual and special people appeared on the street. Wearing a baseball cap, a gray top, and brown leather shoes, he sat next to me with a newspaper in his hand and a cup of milk tea or donuts. With his sharp eyes, Sig recognized these people's identities almost immediately. They were all plainclothes police officers. He taught the chief leader by example and gave him guidance. "Look at their standing posture. Although they look relaxed, they can draw their guns and shoot at any time if there is an emergency. They have convenient pistols tied to their legs, and their shoelaces are very loose, so they can bend down and draw their guns at any time, which meets the characteristics of firing mechanics. Moreover, the places they look for are close to obstacles that can effectively block bullets. Once a fight starts, others generally cannot hit them, so they can shoot their opponents." "In summary, they are not ordinary police officers. They should be from the Special Operations Bureau of the Southern Branch. They are responsible for supporting and plainclothes investigations and various errands, especially in cases of riots and terrorist threats." "The police officers who appear most frequently in GTA are from the Special Operations Bureau," Sig added. If you put it that way, I understand. Elite! Zhang Ailun listened carefully. In addition to learning various postures from film teachers before, I have never been so serious. I also learned a lot of useful training skills and knowledge from Sig. [Counter-reconnaissance and urban street fighting level 0: Sig Compry taught you street and gunfighting skills.] Very good, you are now a qualified intern, go find a gang boss and have a hearty shooting war! ! Zhang Ailun secretly complained. Of course, he had no intention of getting involved. At about 16:33, a refrigerated truck drove into the street. The license plate number was LS-56F-27, which matched the intelligence. Two patrol police officers on the street immediately raised their hands to signal the car to stop. I opened the window and saw that the driver was a black man.
The plainclothes police officer from the Special Operations Bureau nearby immediately approached without making a sound. The black driver felt a little nervous when he saw the police officer stop him. He pretended to be calm and said, "Good afternoon, officer. May I ask if I have violated any driving law?" "I'm Romi, a police officer from the Southern Division, and this is my colleague Rod. The reason you're asked to stop is because the color of the sun film on your vehicle is too dark. Sir, please show me your ID. What's in your car?" The patrol officer took out his ID and stated that he had made a legal stop. He then asked questions and demanded the other party's driver's license. The black driver didn't want to cause trouble, and he didn't dare to take his hands off the steering wheel. "Oh, there's just some ordinary pork in the car, it's no big deal. Officer, there's something wrong with the refrigerator of this car. I really can't open the trunk for you to check, because if the air conditioning leaks, the pork will probably go bad, and I can't bear this responsibility." "Really? Please get out of the car and cooperate with the investigation." The patrol officer completely ignored his request. "I suspect you are carrying illegal items in your car. Do you have any hidden guns in your cockpit?" The black driver was so anxious that he was sweating. The police officer next to him was staring at him with a fierce look, and one of his hands never left the Glock 17 pistol at his waist. "Okay, I can get out of the car, but I need to take my hands off the steering wheel for a while. I also need to call my boss first and tell him about the trouble I'm facing." The black driver compromised. "OK." The police officer nodded in agreement. The next moment, he saw the black driver bending over to hide his hands, and then he hurriedly shouted loudly, and directly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his face, "Hey! What are you going to do?" "I...get my cell phone..." The black driver was startled, sweating profusely and feeling overwhelmed with stress. "Put your hands where we can see them! Hurry up!" the police officer shouted. "But then I can't unbuckle my seat belt or take out my cell phone," the black driver said aggrievedly. "Put your hands up! Get out of the car!" "Sir, I need to reach out and unfasten my seat belt..." "I said! Get out of the car!!" They argued with each other in a furious and endless manner. The black driver was furious. He stepped on the accelerator and drove straight out. "Fuck you! Eat shit! Damn white police officer!" He took out the pistol hidden under the seat, leaned out of the window and fired several shots! ! "There's a shooting! There's a shooting!" The patrol officer was shocked, but fortunately the bullet grazed his head. He took out his walkie-talkie and called for support. The special operations officers who had been lying in ambush nearby took out their guns without saying a word and rushed out from all directions, firing a barrage of shots! ! As soon as Lao Hei drove the refrigerated truck out of the intersection, it was as if he was hit by a Gatling gun. The glass shattered, the tires were deflated, the steering wheel lost control, and he crashed headfirst into the roadblock. The hood and bumper were flattened in an instant! The entire truck overturned and slid a long distance on the spot, sparks flew, and parts flew everywhere! The police officers are still shooting wildly!! I want a gunfight! Zhang Ailun and his companions hid far away, watching this scene and couldn't help but sigh, this is the professional quality of the Los Angeles police. Fortunately, they didn't rush into a head-on confrontation with those criminals. Free America, gun battles every day. The whole thing was done with only a few hundred rounds of ammunition. The Los Angeles police officers were unscathed and successfully captured the criminals. They also found refrigerated poisoned pork and traces of drug cargo in the refrigerated truck. The black driver was lucky enough. After examination, it was found that he was still alive and well despite being shot 23 times, and his vital signs were extremely strong. After being arrested by the police, he cried and confessed his crimes, begging for an ambulance to save him. He did not want to die yet, so in order to gain leniency, he sold out his boss and his next customer. The police officers immediately reported the matter to the dispatch center and began to mobilize to arrest the person in charge of the can processing factory and set up a dragnet to capture the smugglers.
Lawyer Dave is present, and their sentences will start at at least 200 years! But only living people are eligible to go to prison. Those pork sellers are still thinking of hiring people to take revenge? It's so funny. In this era, they are still thinking of hiring people to kill people. How dare they jump around when their own butts are not clean? To get involved, you need power, background, and weapons to strike down. Now, details determine success or failure. If something happens to me, my family and partners will be wiped out, and all my upstream and downstream partners will suffer. He doesn't even know how he died. Zhang Ailun was in a good mood. But things soon went wrong. Because Sig's phone showed that there was a strange call from an unknown address. After answering the call, the person on the other end directly said his name, "Hey! Sig Compry? Hello, murderer!" Sig: “I’m not.” "Stop pretending, you are it!" "Who are you?" Zhang Ailun asked as he took the phone from Sig. "You don't need to know who I am. Who are you?" "Juan King." "Juan Jin? Hamburger? Hahahaha, I heard that you are the boss of Lori Louis 19 now? I wonder if you are interested in participating in a black boxing match? The winner can get a bonus of 150 US dollars!" "I'm not interested." Zhang Ailun refused directly, 150 dollars, are you sending away beggars? Although we are indeed. But most of the Beggars' Gangs are self-reliant, and begging is only a part of their business. The chief leader doesn't have to beg for food anymore. "Tell me your address, kid. I don't care how you found my friend's phone number, but you're going to be finished soon!" "Hahaha, are you threatening me? I'm a hacker. You don't even know where I am or what my name is. We are just like cat and mouse. You are Jerry and I am Tom." "I hope you can continue to be so arrogant." Zhang Ailun hung up the phone directly. After returning the phone to Xige, the Beggar Clan disciple next to him was also puzzled, "Where did this kid come from? Is he so arrogant?" "He is playing with fire, thinking that he can do whatever he wants just because he knows a little bit about network technology." Zhang Ailun sneered. It's not like they can't find such people around them. Such people can be called harmful internet trolls. "Your cell phone is free, but the information is not safe. It's best to go to the black market and buy a practical cell phone some other time." Zhang Ailun gave Xige advice. "Okay." Sig thought that there must be a problem in this regard. They didn't know much about this and didn't understand much about network technology, so Zhang Ailun decided to ask Blitz to help him solve the problem! Letting the others continue with their work, Zhang Ailan rode his bicycle and went with Sig to find the convenience store where Blitz worked. It didn't take long to arrive at the destination.
"Hey! Blitzcrank!" Zhang Ailun parked the car at the door, pushed it open and walked in, saying hello to Blitz who was moving goods. "Alan? Are you going to buy something?" Blitz was a little surprised when he saw Zhang Alan and Sig, who was as tired as a dog. "What happened to him?" "Young people should exercise more. Don't worry about him for now. I have something very important that I want to ask for your help." Zhang Ailun immediately explained the reason and purpose of his visit. "You mean, someone who is proficient in network technology found Sig's information, located his mobile phone number, and made an anonymous call to him?" Blitz was a little surprised and put down the box of potato chips in his hand. "So what do you want me to do for you? Reverse investigate the other party's IP location? Or create a Trojan virus and hack into it to destroy his botnet and host?" "What are broiler chickens?" Zhang Ailun asked. “It is a puppet computer controlled by a Trojan virus. Many hackers will create malicious viruses and advertising links and wait for users to browse and click on them. Once downloaded or clicked, the virus will be implanted and remotely controlled by hackers. Now many computers are also used for mining to obtain Ethereum and Bitcoin.” Blitz replied: "I did that too. Basically every good hacker has a large number of zombies with very different address locations to prevent their real IP addresses from being discovered." Sig recalled, "If I browsed European and American movies on P station, would it leave some traces? Would my phone be implanted with a Trojan horse?" "That's right." Blitz nodded. "But the probability is still very small. Your phone may be used for mining if it gets hot for no reason, especially when you browse unhealthy websites. Sig, when did you browse those movies?" "Just these two days." Sig was vague and didn't want to say too much in detail. It turns out that free things are the most expensive. Who would have thought that I could get scammed while watching a movie? "I think the most likely possibility is because of the message in the comment section." Zhang Ailun took it from Sig and showed it to Blitzcrank. Men's hobbies are indeed the same. When we were teenagers, we liked young and beautiful women. When we got older, we still liked young and beautiful women. Blitzcrank couldn't take his eyes off her after just one look, and reluctantly withdrew his attention from the woman in yoga pants with a high waist-to-hip ratio and a voluptuous figure. "These are all minor problems." Blitzcrank led the two into the computer room. "Here is an old computer that can still be used. I can help you check this person's information and real IP address." Blitz took out an old and broken host computer, quickly plugged it in and assembled it, logged into a mysterious website, and showed his sword directly. "This won't affect you, right?" Zhang Ailun did not forget that Blitzcrank had a sword hanging over his head. "As long as I don't do anything serious, the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security won't care too much. Technologies such as social network threats, link deletion, locating missing persons, background checks, Social Security Number (SSN) tracking, signal tracking, password acquisition, online fraud, etc., are all done by people who have just entered the industry. Do you know why? Because the real old birds are either in prison or have been recruited by the Department of Defense!" Blitz laughed. "Then it should be stable." With Blitz, the godfather of Los Angeles hackers, on his side, Zhang Ailan naturally didn't have to worry. He turned around and went out to buy three bottles of Coca-Cola and three sausages, giving the sugar-free bottle to Blitz. The total cost was $7. It didn't take long for Blitzcrank to find the complete information ID based on the residual information on the Internet. "He is an unemployed vagrant who graduated from a high school in Los Angeles. He taught himself computer skills. His real name is Justin, and his code name in the circle is Steam Cat. He graduated from college in 19 and worked as a cashier in a supermarket in June. He once hacked into the supermarket's shopping computer and embezzled $1629. He was later reported by his boss and imprisoned for several months. He met those young people from the motorcycle gang in prison. After he was released, he took orders to help people collect debts, spy on privacy, make cyber threats, and organize criminal activities. He has several frequent mobile phone contacts who should be those motorcycle gangs." "My girlfriend is the gym beauty named Micky, a short video influencer with tens of thousands of fans. But during their relationship, she checked into a hotel room 26 times with other men without wearing condoms, without telling her boyfriend Justin. Those were all from a big brother who had given her tips. Last month, her bank statement showed a profit of $2, one of which was spent on painkillers and birth control pills." "I have sent you their identity packets. They are basically juvenile delinquents and young adults." Blitzcrank pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. His chubby figure gave people an indescribable sense of security.
Shocked Sig for the whole day. Can you tell whether someone is wearing it or not? god! ! (End of this chapter)
