It looks a lot like a line of barcode.
The man in the black hat picked up the encrypted computer from the bushes. Without opening it, he just glanced at its appearance, then carried it back to the car.
A mont later, the vehicle restarted and disappeared near the garbage disposal center.
...
Gu Ji kept hearing "Baron" co downstairs from the Manhattan Midtown 24 Building before the live stream ended.
He found it difficult to discern from the sound how "Baron" managed to acquire the Poison Needle Trap mine and recover the mysterious computer.
This made him curious.
The items rewarded from the mission objectives might be obtained from the surrounding environnt by patching, but the two items he ntioned were hard to transport and handle in reality.
Unless the ga has "official staff" personally handling the distribution and recovery of special items.
Which would an…
There is soone operating behind the ga!
Gu Ji was startled by his own thought, his heart skipped a beat.
Could these people be from the Volut Company? Could my father's death be related to them? Have they already discovered my identity?
Countless questions erratically crisscrossed his mind.
But he quickly dismissed the first two questions.
According to normal logic, the official staff would definitely know the player's account identity information. If they were really from Volut, since they could trace and set up actions to eliminate my father, why keep alive until now?
Moreover, being the ga officials, their stance should be neutral.
Otherwise, there would be no fairness in the ga itself.
"This Crisis Managent Ga hides too many secrets…"
Gu Ji rubbed his temples and exited the already closed live streaming room.
In the passionfruit's creative section, the latest prank video's comnts have exceeded over three hundred thousand, almost all urging him to start a live stream, but so viewers found the official streaming on the New York Daily News website.
He recalled the dia helicopter from the first round of challenges.
Clicking into the Daily News website, there indeed was an aerial shot live streaming the final stage:
Tis Square Bomb Hostage Situation!
With the live broadcast footage, Gu Ji could see more intuitively the differences between AI replication and his own actions.
The forr was obviously more efficient, except for the key information exchanges, the ga AI-controlled "Baron" would hardly say any unnecessary words, nor do any small gestures. If inactive, he would stay put honestly; when taking action, he executed decisively and quickly, remaining calm like a precision machine throughout.
Until the ga was completed.
Gu Ji brought the phone screen closer, squinting his eyes, carefully staring at "Baron" on the screen, trying to confirm his previous speculation about the possessed personnel.
But because the New York Daily News caras used ultra-long focal length lenses for recording, so facial expression details were hard to capture adequately.
The main thing was, he couldn't hear the on-site dialogue.
New York Tis Square.
Baron stood in place, slightly startled, watching the blonde woman outside the police line in the distance disappear into the crowd of onlookers.
"So, this email may very well have been sent by McLean, I'll send soone to find her right away. This docunt is very important to . I'll keep the phone here; you give the password, then co back with to the FBI to make a detailed statent!"
Jillian finished browsing the evidence in the email, took a deep breath, and said seriously.
But after a mont, Baron made no response.
She looked up, watching the other standstill, first in contemplation, then with frowning, looking very puzzled and pained.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I, I'm fine…"
Baron stamred, clearly sowhat absent-minded.
Because he had long been frightened by everything that was happening before him.
"Fuck, I'm just a street punk wanting to follow that Xia Kingdom livestrear to earn so pocket money, how did I end up entangled in so much trouble! These damn cops…"
At this mont, Baron's head felt like a mush.
Groggily following Jillian into the patrol car, on the way to the FBI New York Field Office, he finally sorted out the entire process of what happened this morning.
Streaming, searching for the bomb, disarming the bomb, escaping, rescuing hostages…
God, I can't believe I was able to do all these things!
Baron rubbed his hair vigorously, thankfully he still rembered the chemistry knowledge taught by his mother, along with the Marine Corps books in his uncle's cabinet, barely helping him survive such a terrifying event.
Of course, the most proud of.
Were the escape skills he honed from years of hustling on the streets and maneuvering around the state police.
Otherwise, I would have been caught long ago!
"Now that Disard is dead, I've again beco the hero of New York, with a live stream watched by tens of thousands, I might as well just take over as the strear from Passionfruit?"
Baron fiddled with his naturally curly hair, slyly rolling his eyes, hatching a mischievous plan.
But soon he was drenched with cold water.
Because he thought of those security personnel at the Volut New York Branch!
Let's not forget, he had barely managed to escape from their hands, and Volut doesn't know his identity yet; if he starts streaming now, wouldn't he be delivering himself for them to track down and hunt?
And that Marine Corps Colonel Sauva.
The evidence on his phone could cost this old fox his life, even though he wasn't the one who actively reported it, but the other party definitely wouldn't easily let him off.
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