According to U.S. law, local police do not have the authority to handle interstate cases or major malicious cases.
These kinds of live bombing incidents are extrely vile in nature, causing massive social impact, blatantly challenging citizen safety and national credibility; it constitutes a severe terrorist attack and will definitely be handed over to the FBI.
At that ti, Gu Ji's opponent will no longer be ordinary police.
Don't forget, the FBI is both a law enforcent agency and an intelligence agency.
It is equivalent to the dostic anti-terrorism state protection criminal investigation economic investigation bureau, with various technical investigation thods erging in endless layers, even comparable to the CIA.
Among them, the Hostage Rescue Team (HRT) is the ergency response group, deploying throughout the United States in four hours, and it's definitely not a joke.
By the ti the FBI is serious, police cars, helicopters, network communication investigations are deployed, positions are locked, and when the HRT moves out, Gu Ji would need more than just three heads and six arms to evade the bullets.
Individual power can never contend with state violent machinery.
What Gu Ji can do now is to try to find ways to resolve the three bombs buried within New York City and the bomb around his neck before the full mobilization of the FBI.
The ti is four hours.
This is not only the HRT's nationwide deploynt ti.
More importantly, the bloody countdown for this checkpoint is really too short, totaling just over eight hours, he must compress the action ti for each round; otherwise, even if he dies and restarts, there will not be enough remaining ti to complete the task again.
Thinking of this, Gu Ji first raised his wrist and set a 3-hour 50-minute countdown on his watch, then took out the live-streaming phone from his pocket.
More than ten minutes have passed.
Since the live stream has been pitch black, the discussion thread has been flooded, and the number of people in the live stream room has risen from an initial thousand to over two thousand, doubling again, given that most viewers from abroad watch live streams less, not to ntion it's morning in the United States.
[Why is there no image?]
[Is Fruit Brother really dead?]
[Strear, quickly turn on the live broadcast! I'm dying of impatience!]
[Could it be already caught by the police?]
[I'm dying of impatience! Quickly turn on the live stream, I want to see the situation on site!]
[Everyone, wake up, it's obvious that closing the live stream is more beneficial for the strear to escape. With the image on, the police will locate you within minutes based on the environnt!]
...
Gu Ji is not a strear and has no ti to bother with the questions from the live stream room audience.
He clicked into Bai Xiang Guo's profile picture to find the private ssage button, browsed around, and found all were urging him to open the screen and asking whether he had died or cursing him.
Then he spoke directly:
"I flipped through the back end and didn't find the bomb tip you ntioned."
[What the hell? Finally alive?]
[This isn't Bai Xiang Guo's voice, is it his assistant?]
[You're cheating! Quickly turn on the screen!]
[Those saying it's cheating have brains kicked by a donkey? Are you helping terrorists?]
[Art needs cruelty: Why did you turn off the live screen, making hesitate for a long ti whether to press the detonator button... This is a great opportunity for fa for you, isn't it?]
Looking at the top red thread, Gu Ji slightly frowned.
"Your rules don't require a live broadcast with images, stop the nonsense, and quickly tell what to do next!"
The viewers were startled by his tone instantly.
Oh my god.
His neck is clearly strapped with a bomb, yet dares to speak to the terrorist this way; those unaware might think the bomber is the one being threatened!
Perhaps the bomber was also surprised by Gu Ji's performance.
Delayed by four or five seconds, he then sent another thread.
[Art needs cruelty: Looks like I was mistaken, I thought the cleverest among you three was that Xia guy, but didn't expect you to be the calst one, interesting...]
Until this mont.
Those who were already in the live stream room finally realized that this Bai Xiang Guo's assistant successfully escaped from the encirclent of the New York police, unhard; though it was via hostage threats, relatively easier.
But everyone can talk; faced with this in reality, most people's first reaction would probably be a blank mind.
Gu Ji then flipped to the backend to finally see the first clue.
[U.S. Open Tennis main court (Note: This information is for your own reading only and cannot be disclosed by any ans to others, otherwise the bomb will be detonated directly)]
He promptly took out a map to find the court location.
At the sa ti, the live room saw another thread from the bomber:
[Art needs cruelty: You've exploited my rule loophole, that's not a problem, but without images, it loses a lot of fun. To keep this live stream dramatic, I've decided to expose your coordinates every hour and force the screen on for five minutes.]
[Also, please do not ignore any of my threads again, or next ti I can't guarantee my finger won't press incorrectly, Boom! hahaha~~]
Upon seeing these two sentences, Gu Ji's eyes flashed a cold murderous light.
Clearly.
The bomber is wantonly toying with him, treating him like a dog being led on.
But he didn't easily fall into the oppressive rhythm of the opponent.
Instead, he straightened up, grinned, and said.
"So, you admit to being a hacker? Soone capable of freely controlling the software backend of a cross-border live streaming platform, hiding IP addresses, and freely altering phone locations without being detected by officials would require extrely high computer skills."
"Such a person won't be an unknown, especially judging by the fact that you orchestrated such a live bombing event reveals you're an arrogant character, likes flaunting, desires attention from outsiders, oh, and..."
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