They have been immersed in that set of communication methods that they consider to be superior for too long, and everything from the digital world is probably just a "novelty" that is not elegant enough for them.
Such a person usually does not have a separate password for each of his accounts - in other words, his password may be common across accounts.
Sure enough, Sean quickly used this password to log into his external mailbox. Not only that, he also used Bergman's naming method to randomly compile several email addresses with different suffixes, and several of them actually hit the mark.
Sean's fingers were flying across the keyboard, and he still had a lot of social work in his hands. With this breakthrough, he can then try to log in to other websites in batches.
Time passed by, and when Sean returned to the coffee buffet again, he had mastered most of Bergman’s information:
Full name, place of birth, address, social security number, personal phone number, personal email, license plate, driver's license number, family members...
Granted, Bergman will soon receive a message from the real headquarters telling him that his email has been hacked, and perhaps he will think back to the strange Adam from before and realize that he gave his computer password to an interviewer. A stranger whom I have never met.
But what's the use?
His store system has not been actually invaded, and his property and reputation have not been damaged at this moment. Even if the police call the police, there is nothing the police can do for him.
From this moment on, Bergman has stood in the bull's-eye, but there is nothing he can do, because when to pull the trigger completely depends on Sean's mood.
He could finally sit down and relax, order a cup of coffee, and wait for Calvin to return.
The only problem now is how to make this annoying middle-aged man lose his property, lose his reputation, lose his job, and be disliked by his friends and family in a few months.
This is an interesting question, and Sean is willing to spend some of his precious time on it. He was happily immersed in his plan when he suddenly heard a loud noise in the distance, followed by people screaming and crying.
"Something happened! Something happened!"
Sean stood up with interest and planned to go and see the excitement.
The fence on the second floor was already surrounded by passers-by. It took a lot of effort for him to squeeze to the front. However, what he didn't expect was that the person lying on the ground on the first floor was none other than Calvin. .
Calvin was half-crouched on the ground, with a painful expression on his face. The floor beneath him had been smashed, and a little boy was holding a shrieking cry in his arms.
The color suddenly drained from Sean's face. He pushed away the crowd behind him and ran down the nearby corridor quickly.
By the time he arrived, Calvin downstairs had recovered slightly.
“Karl—what’s wrong with you!”
"...I'm fine, no need to yell," Calvin said quickly, holding Sean's shoulders, "Don't touch me yet, I'm a little... dizzy."
When he fell from the second floor with the little boy in his arms, his head inevitably hit the ground despite the cushioning provided by his thick shoulders.
Calvin felt a ringing in his ears that came and went like waves, and his vision became a little blurry.
"Sir...sir?" A gentle voice came from above Calvin, and he felt a woman bending down to look at him.
In the blurred vision, Calvin couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but her long, light-blond hair hung in the air, swaying with her movements.
Calvin was in a daze.
For a moment, he felt as if he had suddenly returned to the days of the Hecla Wasteland.
He couldn't help but reach out towards the long golden hair and murmured.
"……Mother?"
The murmur was so faint that almost no one heard it except Sean.
Sean glanced at Calvin in disbelief. He followed his brother's gaze and finally noticed that there was a woman next to him.
This woman couldn't tell how old she was, and her figure was as slender as if she had been ill for a long time. Her eyes were filled with concern and worry for Calvin, and she didn't even notice that her hair had spread out in a hurry.
Behind her, the little boy saved by Calvin was holding the woman's skirt tightly. He was only about five or six years old, looking forward nervously.
Although he only glanced at it, Sean immediately understood why Calvin accidentally called out his mother just now.
My mother also has such long, light blonde hair.
For a moment, Sean felt as if something had strangled his windpipe.
From the moment I stepped into this mall today, everything around me suddenly started to look no longer cute.
Whether it's the looks of people around, the shoes in the display cabinet, or those annoying store owners...everything that happens here is like a tiny scream.
These voices gathered together to remind him that he was out of place here.
However, Calvin couldn't hear these voices. He didn't know whether he should say that his brother was too generous or too stupid. When he clearly sensed hostility from many sides and even planned a counterattack, what was Calvin doing?
He saved a kid here.
He saved a child by using himself as a human shield.
He didn't turn on bullet time, otherwise he wouldn't be in this embarrassing situation now.
Sean looked at Calvin, his eyes gradually turned from shock to confusion, and there was a burst of unknown fire in his heart - he suddenly realized one thing, Karl may never know why these scum in the livable land look down on him. , maybe he doesn’t care, just like he never pays attention to other people’s arrogant or contemptuous looks, and his reaction is mediocre.
He is like a piece of wood that never cares, or an old cow that only knows how to lower its head to pull goods. When the whip is pulled, he does not feel it.
"I'm fine, ma'am..." Calvin replied in a low voice. He blinked hard and tried to clear his vision - although he believed that no one should have heard his murmur just now, but because of his reaction at that moment , Calvin still blushed a little.
He adjusted his breathing and planned to stand up.
"Please wait!" the woman said quickly, "You fell from such a height, you can't just leave like this... I have contacted the doctor, please don't worry -"
"It's okay," Calvin whispered, "I can judge my own status. I do need to do some tests next, but I can do it myself... Is your child okay?"
The woman was startled and thought of something. She turned back and said, "Joy, why did you climb up the fence?"
The little boy was shocked and still a little absent-minded. After several inquiries from his mother, he timidly pointed to the hanging flower vines on the top of the corridor on the second floor.
"flower……"
The woman looked up and said, "Do you want to climb up and pick flowers?"
"um, I--"
"What's wrong with you!"
Sean had a sudden attack on the side, which startled everyone. His eyes turned red at some point, and he bit out every word hoarsely, "If you don't take a good look at the child when you come out, let him run around!"
He glared at the little boy fiercely, "Why didn't I throw you to death?"
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