Southern California Prison.
After being pushed and shoved by two guards, Bennett was rudely brought to the meeting room.
As the heavy metal door closed, the entire narrow room suddenly became quiet.
His eyes were a little puffy, and his hands were cuffed. He forced himself to look up and size up the man sitting in front of him.
It was a man in his forties. He wore a neatly ironed suit and wore what looked like an expensive watch. He looked like a successful man. However, his weather-beaten face didn't make him look like someone who often sat in an office and lived a comfortable life.
Milnett smiled as he vaguely guessed what Kieran was talking about.
"I guess you're not my lawyer."
"A lawyer can't save you, but we can." The man in the suit smiled. The wrinkles on his face were as sharp as a razor blade. He extended his callused right hand and said in a gentlemanly voice, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Peter Manson, your future boss."
As if he heard a funny joke, Primer put his handcuffed hands on the table and chuckled.
When he was done laughing, he straightened his body and looked at Manson, who was sitting opposite him. He smirked and said sarcastically, "You're right.
"You've got the wrong person. Although I'm willing to do anything for the United States, that doesn't mean I'm willing to be the White House's dog."
"We are not the White House, we are the CIA."
Melson leaned closer to Mason's face, and his smile suddenly disappeared. He stared at Mason like a viper looking at its prey. A hint of fear appeared in Mason's eyes. Melson stepped back a few inches and sat back in his seat. He said in a relaxed tone, "Although the court hasn't ruled on your crimes yet, based on the evidence we collected from your home, I guarantee that even if you hire the best lawyer in Los Angeles, we can still keep you here until the middle of the next century."
At this point, Manson paused, and a devilish smile appeared on his face.
"Besides, Mr. Bennett, you're probably the kind of person who stays at home most of the time."
Primer's face tensed up nervously. When he heard this confusing question, he frowned and asked, "… What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Melson smiled and said, "I just want to tell you that a pretty boy like you will be very popular here."
At this moment, Primer's expression finally changed completely.
A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
As if he was very satisfied with the expression on his face, Melson stared at him for a while and spoke with a smile.
"You'll have plenty of time to consider my proposal before the trial … Of course, if you want to experience life in prison for a few months before going back on your word, I'm not sure if I'll still need you then."
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he struggled internally for a while. In the end, he relaxed his shoulders and spoke.
"What do you want me to do …"
Melson smiled and said, "CiA is still lacking an expert in information technology, so I'm officially inviting you to join us. As long as you join us, you can serve your sentence at our designated location. You don't have to stay with the real criminals. Moreover, if you can perform meritorious deeds, your sentence can be reduced appropriately. You might even be able to be released after five or six years. "
This time, Primer was silent for a long time.
Melson looked at his watch and pressed the countdown button.
He only planned on giving Primer ten minutes. If Primer still didn't agree after ten minutes, then Primer probably wouldn't agree.
Fortunately, Melson didn't use up all ten minutes.
After waiting for three minutes, Primer, who was sitting across from him, spoke.
"I accept your proposal …"
"Good, then we're on the same boat now."
Even though Primer nodded so quickly, Melson wasn't surprised at all that the criminal in front of him chose to compromise.
The CIB officer smiled and leaned back in his chair. He said, "Even though I can't unlock your handcuffs yet, I can guarantee that you will be transferred to another place within three days."
There was a hint of fear in Primer's voice, and he suddenly became nervous. He asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"It's too early to say this, you'll know when the time comes." Melson put his hands together on his knees, lowered his body slightly, and stared at him with a somewhat oppressive gaze. He continued, "Now, I need to ask you something, and you must answer me truthfully. This is related to whether our previous agreement is valid or not."
"Ask away." Primer had completely given up on resisting and said, "But just in case, let me remind you that even if I'm the boss of the Eagle Hunter, I don't know the identities of the other members in real life."
Melson smiled and shook his head as he said, "You mean your 'friends'? You don't have to worry about that. Within half an hour after you were arrested, your friends were arrested … Let me think about the IDs that were arrested … Hunter, Lone Wolf, and a kid … But that one was arrested by the Chinese. "
"Some people are still on the run, but it's only a matter of time before we catch them. After all, we already know who they are. Even if we let them go, the Chinese will never let them go. Seriously, why don't you persuade them to turn themselves in? At least they'll feel better if we catch them. "
Already …
Caught?
Primer's face gradually turned pale, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. His eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.
This is impossible!
He originally thought that even if he was caught, his friends would at least be able to escape.
However, this CIB officer was telling him that his friends were all caught within half an hour of his arrest?
This meant that when Dr. Z fought with him, not only did he seize control of his computer and server, but he also used one of his hands to beat up the other members of the Eagle Hunter.
This guy …
Is he still human?
Melson stared at Primer's pupils. He felt like something was wrong, but he continued to ask, "Now, I want you to tell me what happened to you."
Menit mumbled to himself as he listened to the handcuffs, as if he was sleep-talking.
"Ghost …"
"Ghost?" Melson frowned at this unexpected answer and said in dissatisfaction, "I advise you to answer seriously."
"If it's not a ghost, then it's a demon! A demon! Or something like that … "
Primer's eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed his head with his handcuffed hands and said, "This isn't something a human can do, it's impossible!"
Melson said sternly, "Calm down, let's be clear. We suspect that the person you fought is an expert from China's Eastern Theater of Operations. We've identified three possible identities, and we need you to help us …"
He suddenly sneered.
Primer shook his head and looked at Manson, who had a stunned expression on his face. "Those people? I admit they're powerful, but not that powerful. Do you know, Mr. CIA, even the strongest hacker has a physical limit, unless you can type the code with your mind. If that's the case, I have nothing to say, but as long as it's not … there's no such thing as not having a chance to fight back. "
Melson frowned and asked, "You mean, you … you didn't even have a chance to fight back when you were attacked by that person?"
If this was the case, then they had to reevaluate the strength of China's cyber warfare forces.
At the same time, this was the news he was most unwilling to hear …
"Yes." Primer raised his head and looked at Melson with bloodshot eyes. He said, "You can't fight back at all. Even when we were fighting, he humiliated me with some weird emoticons while typing … I know it's ridiculous, but I think that guy isn't human at all!"
"I'm sorry, I'm an atheist." Melson shrugged and said, "So what ID did he use to communicate with you?"
"Don't you watch the news? Mr. Melson. "
As if he had heard something funny, a dry laugh came out of Primer's mouth. It was as if he was mocking the person sitting across from him, but it was also as if he was mocking himself as he continued to speak.
He continued, "His name is Dr. Z, go find him!"
"If there's really someone in this world who can find him …"
(Day eight of the Ten Thousand Word Challenge. It's the last day of the 5.15 event. My liver hurts.)
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