The "suicide" of the Ford driver obviously had a big impact on the 01 guerrillas.
In order to help Edward, they volunteered to attack Black Nest's CTOS project. Other than out of a sense of justice and to protect the freedom of the internet, they were also inspired by their childhood dreams of becoming heroes and saving the world. However, they were just ordinary people.
Reality was crueler than they had imagined, especially when they saw the four people coming down from the Citroën with pistols in their hands. The people from 01 finally realized how dangerous a situation they had gotten themselves involved in.
The five of them brought themselves into the red Ford and found that they had no other choice but to commit suicide by jumping into the river and begging for mercy.
Thus, Renault's carriage also sank into silence.
"It's not too late to quit now."
The one who spoke was Zhang Heng. Little Boy couldn't understand how someone could still remain calm at a time like this.
Zhang Heng drove the Renault past the site of the incident at the same speed as if nothing had happened.
The 01 guerrillas were undoubtedly excellent in terms of skills alone. As long as they were properly arranged, they could provide good technical support in the subsequent operations. However, this kind of thing couldn't be forced. It was better to quit now than to be forced to do so because they couldn't withstand the psychological pressure.
"Are you kidding me? Do you think this kind of thing can scare us?" Little Boy was the first to speak after a while.
Zhang Heng did not expose her. When the man in the red Ford jumped off the bridge, her body was trembling. This was the first time she saw someone "die" in front of her at such a close distance. What's more, the man's death could very well be theirs tomorrow.
Phillip wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't speak.
The one who was relatively calm among the five was Semiprime, who rarely spoke. "We already knew that this would be a dangerous journey, didn't we? Because the right choice is always the most difficult. Think about Assange, Aaron Swartz..."
"No offense. I like Aaron too, but mentioning his name at this time is not a good sign," Waldo said. "But I don't plan to leave. I once made a big mess, and Edward helped me settle it. So this operation is not just a moral issue for me."
Phillip sighed. "I can't imagine having a daughter in the future, and she lives in a world ruled by CTOS."
"Wait … Is a son okay?"
"Yes." Philip thought for a moment and then said with certainty, "Sons will be fine."
"…"
"I'm glad we've reached a consensus again," Ponytail said. His hands did not stop moving, and he used this time to finish processing the photo. It was a man with blue eyes and a hooked nose, looking like a vulture. Ponytail sent the photo to Waldo.
"Leave it to me." Waldo nodded.
It only took him two minutes to find the hook-nosed man's account, but it took him almost twenty minutes to crack it.
"Is there any trouble?"
"Give me five more minutes." Waldo did not look up. His fingers kept tapping on the keyboard.
"Alright."
Five minutes later, Waldo finally let out a long sigh of relief. "Vincent Naseri, this guy is a tough one. His parents are not French, and he grew up in Belgium. At the age of 19, he joined the Foreign Mercenary Legion and stayed there for five years. After that, he disappeared for three years. Rumor has it that he was doing dirty work for the Seventh Division, dealing with things that were inconvenient for the authorities.
"I just hacked into the Seventh Division's personnel system to verify it. The rumors are basically true. This guy killed an entire village of people in an operation in Africa, regardless of gender or age. After that, the higher-ups wanted to silence him, but someone protected him, gave him French citizenship, and allowed him to join Black Nest. Now, he's the team leader of Black Nest's second covert operation team."
"Wait, you hacked into the Seventh Division's personnel system, and it only took you twenty-five minutes? When did you become so powerful? "Phillip frowned.
"Can't you play along with my vanity once in a while? Well, it's not that exaggerated. Remember last year, I kept asking you questions about security? I sneaked in at that time, and they didn't find me. The loophole is still there, but I rarely go in there anymore."
"What about the man in the Ford?" Zhang Heng asked. He was more concerned about the suspected player.
"He covered his face when he abandoned the car, and only a quarter of his profile can be seen. It's difficult to search and compare, but it's meaningless. He's already dead." Waldo spread his hands.
"Black Nest will probably find a way to salvage his body and figure out his identity," Ponytail said. He noticed that Zhang Heng seemed to care about that guy a lot. After thinking about it, he said to Little Boy, "We have Vincent's phone number. Can we monitor and locate him?"
Little Boy nodded. "He's not a technician, so he shouldn't have such a strong sense of security. I can locate and monitor him through an app with location and voice permissions. Leave it to me. I'll take care of it."
"Is there anything else you need us to do?" Ponytail turned to look at Zhang Heng again.
"Thank you, but not for the time being. I'll discuss the rest after I observe Black Nest's control over Leah."
At this time, the Renault Scenic drove off the highway and arrived at the hotel they had booked.
After dinner, the five members of the 01 guerrillas went to purchase the equipment they needed. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, chose to act alone. Since the other party was too powerful, he had to be extra careful. Instead of driving a rental car, he took a taxi to a small bar called Le Grine Frog.
It was 11: 54 in the evening, and Zhang Heng pushed open the door of Le Grine Frog. He had done his homework before coming here, and he knew that this was a famous gay bar in Grenoble. It was also one of the rarest gay bars with mixed genders.
Zhang Heng ordered a glass of beer at the bar, and a man wearing a cowboy hat walked up to him.
Zhang Heng declined the man's request to have a drink with him, and at the same time, he secretly observed his surroundings.
At 00: 32, Leah and her band, Suffocation to Death, arrived at the bar. According to the information collected by Waldo, they performed at Le Grine Frog every Wednesday and Saturday night. Compared to the school, the complex environment here was obviously more suitable for Zhang Heng to hide.
After a simple warm-up, Leah walked to the microphone with her bass guitar amidst the cheers of the crowd. Without saying a word, she suddenly turned to the drummer behind her, hugged the blonde girl, and kissed her.
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