Chapter Eighty-One: The Black Hacker Otaku

  Wu Xi City, Jin Sha Community, Building 302, Basement.

  A short and stout man is facing a computer screen, staring intently at it.

  On the screen, a man and a woman are doing bed exercises. This is the latest film of Gai Chi, which has not been released even in Japan, but Fatso can already take a look.

  "Knock knock!"

  Fatso swallowed hard, his hand slowly reaching into his pants, looking at Jicheng's entranced expression, that **'s lower abdomen. Fatso couldn't help it, he skillfully retreated, dropped his waistband, and exposed a short and thick thing.

  "Knock knock!"

  The fatty swallowed again, his right hand speeding up involuntarily. He felt the pleasure accumulating and rising continuously, just as it reached its peak at that moment.

  "Bang!" The door of the basement was kicked open.

  At the same time, a white **sprayed out and spilled on the keyboard on the table.

  Fatso turned his head and stared at the door in shock. At the door stood a tall and sturdy man over 1.8 meters, with an expressionless face, holding a black muzzle.

  Xiao Pang was scared, he didn't understand when did downloading become a crime, or even a capital offense! Was it because he downloaded too many Japanese romance action movies? It must be! Recently there were many news reports about people being arrested for downloading these kinds of movies.

  With a "thud", Xiao Pang knelt down, he couldn't care about his still trembling life, and raised his hands to the big man: "Don't catch me, I'll confess everything, I can delete all three T videos, and delete the seeds too, ah, it's okay with you, please don't catch me."

  The corner of Da Han's mouth twitched in distress, he glanced around and saw no danger, turned back to close the door, took off his sunglasses, behind which was a ferocious face.

  Xiao Pang was even more frightened, he half pulled up his pants and sat on the ground backing away.

  "You... you're not a cop. Then... then take a look, take it, do whatever." The fatty retreated to the back of the sofa and leaned against it.

  He put down his pistol and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you Hao Jian?"

  Xiao Pang nodded, "My name is cheap, people...people are not cheap, you, you can look as you like."

  "My name is Ge Yunhu, you know?" Ge Yunhu put away his gun and wanted to sit down, but he didn't dare to sit anywhere. The floor was covered with sanitary napkins, the sofa had unwashed socks and underwear on it, and even the computer keyboard and mainframe had white stains on them.

  Ge Yunhu suddenly felt that the air was filled with a pungent smell, and he had a nauseous feeling.

  Hao Jian's head tilted to one side, almost fainting upon hearing the three words "Ge Yun Hu". After Xu Si was assassinated, Xu Hai Tian was extremely enraged. Not only did he send people after Ge Yun Hu, but the Public Security Bureau also issued an A-level wanted notice for Ge Yun Hu, with a reward of 200,000 yuan for information leading to his capture. Hao Jian was a thoroughbred otaku, spending all day online, and naturally knew of Ge Yun Hu's notorious reputation.

  Just yesterday, Hao Jian was thinking of running into Ge Yunhu and getting the 200,000 yuan reward, but unexpectedly, the main culprit burst into his own home today.

  "Ge Dage, I... it's not you that I'm looking for," Hao Jian said with a sorrowful face.

  "Shut up!" Ge Yunhu suppressed his nausea and pointed at the computer, saying: "Help me track a vehicle's route."

  Hao Jianyi let out a sigh of relief and quickly crawled to the computer, stretched out his sleeve and wiped away the white stuff.

  Ge Yunhu's mouth twitched again, he really couldn't understand it. A legendary figure in the hacker world, how could he be reduced to this state, living in a dark and damp underground room, staring at his computer screen all day...this was an insult to the name of hackers.

  "The license plate number is Su EA3333," said Ge Yunhu.

  Hao Jian's short and stout fingers "clicked" away at the keyboard, soon he looked up and said: "No...no way, the GPS on the other car has a password, can't be searched."

  Ge Yunhu sneered and a short Glock pistol appeared in his hand.

  "You'd better hurry up and find out, I only have ten minutes of patience. Once my patience is gone, your head will also have an extra hole." As he spoke, the muzzle of the pistol drew a circle on Hao Jian's forehead.

  A cold sweat broke out, and Hao Jian knelt down with a thud, his face covered in tears. "The other party has set a password," he said. "Forcing our way in will alert them."

  "Let me repeat myself, I have only ten minutes of patience," Ge Yunhu said unmoved.

  Hao Jian realized that Ge Yunhu was telling the truth, so he quickly got up and rushed to a forum, swiftly entering his account. This was a specialized hacker forum, from which Hao Jian rapidly downloaded several software programs.

  He opened the software, and the screen turned black. Hao Jian was frantically typing away at various letters while crying out in distress: "Last time I invaded the traffic network system to modify someone's violation records, I got caught and several tens of thousands of yuan were gone, and I even made it onto the public security bureau's blacklist. This time I'm invading again, if I get caught, I'll have to serve at least five years in prison..."

  Hao Jian shouted while quickly modifying some loopholes in the software, soon after opening the software, he entered the traffic network system without any obstacles. Then Hao Jian opened a comparison software and inputted several numbers: Su EA3333.

  The painting was fluttering non-stop, Hao Jian was wiping the sweat from his forehead, still shouting grievances.

  Ge Yunhu lifted his wrist and looked at it, saying: "There are still five minutes left."

  Hao Jian covered his head with both hands.

  "Ding..." The painting froze, followed by a few flashing signals.

  Hao Jian was overjoyed and said, "It's been found out that the other party is driving along the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway. The latest security surveillance video shows that, hmm, they have already passed through Nanjing City and are heading towards our Wuxi City."

  "Who's there?" Ge Yunhu asked.

  Hao Jian immediately analyzed several other license plates and then entered the license plate database. Half an hour later, he gave out the answer.

  "The car owners are Xiao Han, Ding Jie and Luo Wei." Hao Jian replied quickly, while secretly hoping that this murderer would leave soon.

  "Xiao Han, Ding Jie, hmm, Ding Jie, not bad," Ge Yunhu sneered and raised his hand, slamming it onto Hao Jian's back of the head with a loud thud.

  "Your words don't count," with a bang, Hao Jian fainted onto the table.

  Ge Yun carried Hao Jian out of the building, put him in the back seat of the car and drove away.

  On the highway, four cars drove all the way to Taihu near Wuxi City and stopped. More than a dozen people got off the car, including Song Jian and Xiao Han who had been driving day and night on their way home.

  "Let's part ways here," Xiao Han looked at Song Jian, "We don't live far from each other, we can keep in touch often."

  Ding Jie whistled and said, "That's really great! I'm honored to know the five beauties. Oh, this city is also my territory now. Why don't we all go to my place for a gathering?"

  Qin Hua Yu smiled and said: "Forget it, we don't dare. Do you know if there's anything else mixed in your wine?"

  Ding Jie didn't feel embarrassed at all, and laughed: "That's absolutely impossible, you're all my friends, could I do those things? From now on, no matter who comes to Wuxi, you must come find me, this is my turf, and my turf means coming to my home..."

  Before he could finish speaking, "rustle rustle......" a burst of footsteps.

  More than twenty migrant workers came running from afar.

  "Great!"

  "That's right, Ding Jie!"

  "That's Ding family's little turtle egg!"

  A group of people rushed up quickly, and three or four of them grabbed Ding Jie's clothes.

  "When are you going to pay us our wages? It's the end of the year, you must give us an explanation!"

  "Fine! If you don't give us... we'll sell your car!"

  "These must be your friends, take them away!"

  The crowd was shouting in a chaotic manner, Ding Jie was so scared that he shrunk his head and shouted, "Hey, hey, if you want wages, go find the boss!"

  "The foreman said the project is your family's, your dad didn't give us money!" One of them pulled Dingjie by the neck.

  "Then go find that old bastard, my dad!" Ding Jie shouted.

  At this time, Qin Huayu and others were also afraid, and they all leaned towards Song Jian.

  One of the workers was about to drag Zhou Tong away when Song Jian stretched out his foot and kicked him back with a loud thud.

  "Everyone stop! We are Ding Jie's friends, but you're pulling us like this is kidnapping, it's against the law!" Song Jian shouted loudly.

  "We don't care, the wages must be paid!" one of them said, "Since you are Ding Jie's friends, you must follow us! We won't bother the female comrade, but you guys must go! If old Ding doesn't pay up, we won't let you leave!"

  "Ding Jie, your old man owes someone a lot of wages. It's the New Year, hurry up and pay them back! Quickly call your dad." Qin Huayu said impatiently.

  Ding Jie also didn't know what was going on, he took out his phone and started dialing.

  "The peasant worker who had just spoken loudly said: 'Shut their car doors and don't let them run away!'"

  As he spoke, the man walked towards Song Jian's Range Rover and closed the door, blocking his way.

  Seeing the person's slender and fair fingers, Song Jian furrowed his brow, looked at him and asked: "Are you the foreman?"

  "Huh?" The man was taken aback, then shook his head, "I'm not, I'm a big hammer."

  Song Jian's eyes narrowed and his gaze swept rapidly in all directions, only to see a man riding a motorcycle rushing towards him from afar.

  "Not right!" Song Jian's heart became alert, he carefully looked at the person riding the motorcycle, that person's figure was very familiar, and that person kept tilting his head, as if not daring to look at himself.

  "Damn it, it's Ge Yunhu!"

  Song Jian immediately understood that the person riding the motorcycle was Ge Yunhu. He was probably aware that Ge Yunhu had already discovered his vigilance and could sense the killing intent, so he first let a large group of migrant workers come over to disturb his emotions, getting himself entangled in trouble, then instructed some of them to take advantage of the situation to block him from getting on the car, while Ge Yunhu himself rode the motorcycle to follow closely behind.

  Ge Yunhu tilted his head, not looking at Song Jian, and the killing intent naturally decreased a lot. Adding to that, the disturbance from the surrounding migrant workers made it difficult for Song Jian to sense Ge Yunhu's hostility even if he was very vigilant.

  If it weren't for that fake peasant worker revealing his uncalloused hands, this plan would have succeeded!

  Song Jian saw the man's delicate hands, so he asked if he was a foreman, but the man replied that it wasn't. Song Jian turned his head again and carefully looked around, and indeed found Ge Yunhu in the distance.

  "Zhou Tong, get on the bus!"

  Song Jian stretched out his hand and grabbed the shoulder of the person in front of him, "whoosh" and threw the fake peasant worker with delicate skin far away. He opened the car door, let Zhou Tong get in, and he himself jumped from the co-pilot seat to the driver's seat.

  Ge Yunhu's face turned cold on the motorcycle, he had expected that Song Jian might be naturally vigilant and able to sense hostility, so he designed this act of revenge, but unexpectedly Song Jian still discovered it.

  "Your mother's white face, you killed my brother, how can I let you live!"

  With a loud roar, the motorcycle was speeding towards them at an incredible pace, while Ge Yunhu pulled out a handgun from his pocket.