Theoretically speaking, even if Li Mu goes, the only ones who have to be saved are Ged and the bodyguards who are protecting him, who are being assassinated.
But Ai Ting essentially didn't care about the life and death of the rich man, so she couldn't help but call out Meng Fei's name.
It's a proper public utensil for private use.
Li Mu in front of the screen was carefully adding cream to the coffee and stirring it carefully.
He never gets sleepy when hanging out in nightclubs at night, but he gets sleepy early before eight o'clock when he works overtime.
What's more, he was destined to work overtime this night, and he could only rely on coffee to stay awake. Suddenly his name was called by Ai Ting, and the milk cup in his hand fell down.
When will it be my subordinate’s turn to assign tasks to me?
And I always command from the rear, never charge on the front line, okay?
You young people can't bear to watch me, an old man, take a bullet for you?
Normally, he would just grab a few people from around him, throw them into the screen, and push them over.
However, this time, he was at home alone, wrapped in brown-red silk pajamas and leaning on the sofa in soft cloth slippers.
There was no one around.
And it's really hard for him to shirk this matter.
A murder is underway and he is the only one capable of getting to the scene quickly. If he can't shirk it, then he will die without saving anything!
He could only curse Xu Zheng and others for their incompetence, while he stepped up from the sofa and jumped into the computer screen placed on the coffee table.
The one-foot-square screen suddenly expanded, and each pixel turned into a vertical diamond-shaped colorful highlight suspended in the middle.
The countless bits composed of charges are like rows of long piano keys. The black and white keys constantly change between playing and pressing.
This change is like waves that continue to spread to the intertwined links composed of countless identical "keys", an extremely complex space.
Lao Li's skinny figure then disintegrated and turned into a series of fluctuations composed of black and white bits.
His ability lies in informatizing entities and turning himself into a series of data that can be stored and transmitted through network lines to the other end of the world, or to the source to which the data points.
The speed of transmission of both electrical and optical signals is the speed of light. But network packets are not.
Data packets need to be fragmented and packaged multiple times, sent from one route to another, and accumulated on some intermediate nodes waiting for processing. If the processing is not timely, the packets may be lost and required to be retransmitted.
So Lao Li was sliced and encapsulated and sent to the Internet. Even so, his consciousness still exists. It's just a little confusing.
"What the hell is going on!"
In the past, he had unimpeded access to the Internet, but this time, he noticed something unusual.
A huge "filter" appeared in front. It looked like a forging hammer in an ironworks. It was a huge black piece of iron that fell from the sky from time to time.
Whenever any part of his body passes below, the forging hammer will slam down with a rumble, accurately smashing all the bits into pieces.
You must know that every piece of data that is smashed is part of Lao Li's body. His pain is effective even if it becomes data.
"I'm sorry, who built a firewall here!"
Lao Li screamed while thinking about countermeasures.
The destruction of those data packets will not cause him to lose key parts, become permanently disabled, or become a eunuch.
Because the data packet is backed up at the sending end. It doesn't matter if it gets destroyed in the middle. In the worst case, just try again.
But if he keeps being intercepted like this in the middle, he won't be able to get through it even if it takes decades, not to mention a few seconds.
Fortunately, this is only NIPS, not HIPS. To deal with NIPS, the key is that the data packets must be disguised enough so that they cannot be seen through by the system.
Lao Li began to package his body parts more skillfully, pretending to be something else. It's like putting salt on a thigh and sealing it in plastic to disguise it as ham.
After several attempts, I finally cleared the level. Lao Li wiped his sweat and felt ominous in his heart. Because it was obvious that someone had specifically taken precautions against him.
Although he staggered a little and fell out from the other side of the screen, Lao Li, who was wearing pajamas, still got up from the ground and stood up in a cool posture. It was just darkness before his eyes.
Only then did he remember that not only had he forgotten to bring a flashlight, he didn't even take his cell phone!
At this time, Meng Fei looked at Ai Ting a little weirdly, and almost instantly, he sent more than a dozen messages in succession at an incredible speed.
Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.
"Why didn't you reply?"
"Are you still there?"
"Speak quickly!"
"What happened to you!"
"Don't be silent!"
“!!!!!!”
Meng Fei never thought that Ai Ting could type so fast. Could it be that she also has the function of connecting her brain to her mobile phone? No, she is a goddess and anything is possible.
“The baby was snatched by the crested ibis. I couldn’t take pictures.
"What's wrong? I've been replying to you."
He glanced at Suzaku again.
The Tears of the Goddess in Suzaku's hand remained the same, and did not erupt like a golden elixir rising as he had feared.
In other words, there is a high probability that Suzaku is still not a fully restored god.
"Are you OK?"
When he sent a message to ask Ai Ting, he also asked Suzaku the same question verbally.
"I'm fine."
Zhuque and Ai Ting replied at the same time.
"Have you regained your powers?"
Meng Fei asked Zhuque.
"No."
Suzaku looked at him in surprise, then grabbed his arm and shook it.
"Didn't you tell me not to use it?"
"That's good."
Meng Fei nodded and continued to read Ai Ting's reply on his phone while dealing with Suzaku.
"Of course I'm fine, the question is you, why didn't you reply for a long time?"
"I'm back."
Meng Fei emphasized again.
"..."
Ai Ting was speechless.
At this time, Meng Fei's cell phone rang directly. This time it’s not WeChat, but a phone call. It was Xu Zheng calling.
"What's wrong?"
What came from the other end of the phone was Xu Zheng's irritable and annoyed voice.
“You finally fucking answered the phone!
"Come here quickly!
"Gede has been assassinated!"
It took Xiao Han thirty seconds to saw the door open and kick it open.
The chaotic scene was partially illuminated by the light coming in from the door. What people saw were four agents lying in a pool of blood after being shot in the head.
What's amazing is that in a pool of blood on the ground, a strange old man with a thin body, wearing a robe, pajamas and slippers is facing away from them.
The light of the tactical flashlights on everyone's pistols illuminated the wavy snow-white hair on his back, as well as the shiny bald head surrounded by the white hair!
"Don't move! Put your hands up on your head and turn around!"
The man's majesty when he turned around lifted up the hem of his flowing nightgown, revealing his long, skinny legs and red underwear.
When he saw many gun barrels, his legs went weak, and he knelt down, raised his hands in the air and cried:
"Don't... don't shoot! I am the director of the Supernatural Powers Bureau, Li Mu!"
