The girl’s fingertips were pale as she tapped on the computer keyboard. Her hands moved quickly, but Carn Radcliff noticed the expression on her face revealed a hint of casual ease, as if she wasn’t in a hurry.
He looked closer and saw the constantly narrowing location range on the computer screen. Finally, he couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
Damn, where did Mr. Bonette find this person? She’s even better than the technicians in their team.
Just this operation... Mr. Radcliff couldn’t quite understand it, but he could see Nathalie Quinlan’s professionalism, in big letters: brilliant!
Jeremiah Bonette was equally surprised. His mature, handso face showed a slightly stern expression as he restrained his excited heart and asked the girl still operating the computer in a low voice, "Nathalie, how much longer do you need to find Eagle Eye’s precise location?"
Nathalie’s pale hand hit the Enter key, and as soon as the key was pressed, the green code on the computer started a new round of refreshing.
She leaned back, her shoulder against the chair, with her exquisite face under the Duckbill Cap catching the eye. Her red lips parted, and her tone was arrogant: "Ten minutes?"
"Ten minutes?" Jeremiah had previously guessed half an hour. He didn’t expect Nathalie to throw him a precise ten-minute solution.
Ten minutes was too fast.
Before looking for Brian Bonette, he had sought many people, and those people couldn’t even decipher the hidden systems on Eagle Eye’s phone number, let alone track its location.
Amadeus Yancey’s little girlfriend only needs ten minutes to break the location hiding program set by elite hackers from the Illegal Zone on Eagle Eye and can find Eagle Eye’s precise location...
Jeremiah took a deep breath, steadied himself a little, and said again, "...You don’t need to rush; take your ti. As long as you can find Eagle Eye’s specific location."
Nathalie’s eyes darkened slightly. She lifted her hand to turn her Duckbill Cap again, lowering the brim. She looked very cool: "Don’t worry, I won’t let him get away."
Jeremiah hadn’t spoken yet, when he heard her faint voice saying, "No one has ever escaped my grasp. Him? He’s not even qualified."
*
In a secluded rich district in Beijing, this area boasted a beautiful scenery with lush green trees, adjacent to the nursing ho where Mr. Zachmann lived, surrounded by many white villas scattered around.
Inside one of the three-story villas.
The technician kept wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, his square face showing increasing panic, far from his usual pride. The clothes he wore were almost soaked with the cold sweat pouring from his back.
"How could this happen?"
He stared at the computer screen, watching as his proud program was being attacked by soone, yet he spread his hands helplessly.
"This... how could this be..."
The technician’s face was pale like a stead bun, his face ghastly white, sweat trickling down as he muttered in a trance.
Not far from him, a young man casually placed sothing resembling glass beads yet looking like diamonds into a gift box tied with a butterfly knot. His slender, charming peach blossom eyes lifted as if annoyed by the technician’s disturbance, and his deep voice carried a chill as he asked, "What’s wrong?"
Upon hearing his voice, the technician’s forehead sweated even more profusely: "Khendy, Khendy Lordon."
Khendy rarely wore light-colored clothes. The light gray cotton sleepwear on him exuded an incredibly captivating charm.
It’s just a pity that such a perfect man was a cripple, forever confined to a wheelchair.
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