The plan succeeded...
Nakaoka Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone blocking his chest slowly dropped, replaced by a kind of stimulation called adrenaline.
I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know that everything he is planning now is just an excuse to vent his unwillingness to fall from a genius to a mortal.
As he wrote on the back of that photo - Store Manager I still can't give up football.
Not being able to continue playing football was the crux of his problem.
"..."
Time passes in my thoughts.
20 minutes passed quickly.
Sign and get back your mobile phone keys and other personal belongings.
After telling the criminal police officer in front of him that he would no longer impulsively drive cars and attack police officers, Nakaoka Kazuma walked out of the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, came to the parking lot, got on his motorcycle, and drove towards Gunma Prefecture.
After 24 hours of incarceration education.
It was as if Nakaoka Kazuma's soul had been cleansed. He was suddenly promoted from a skinny desperado to a model driver who obeyed traffic rules.
There was no tracking... It seemed that the police really believed me.
Under the helmet-covered face, the corners of Nakaoka Kazuma's mouth were slightly raised.
Although the car accident prevented him from galloping on the football field, the two wheels of the motorcycle replaced his legs, and the eyesight of a former professional player was enough for him to make correct judgments.
In fact, Nakaoka Kazuma's judgment was absolutely correct.
Unless the police have determined that he is the bomber and continue to follow him through relay tracking, no matter how superb his tracking skills are, they will be greatly reduced after leaving the city.
Once in the suburbs where there are few vehicles, Nakaoka Kazuma is fully capable of spotting the police who are following him.
Otherwise, it would not have happened that he deliberately attacked the police and created an alibi.
When it comes to driving tracking, Ye Gengyi is naturally sure that he can do better with his computing power, but he never thinks that in all circumstances, he can use his skills and computing power to surpass some professionals by a few. Dimension.
That's not confidence but arrogance.
After eliminating the option of manpower, the most high-end tracking often only needs to be presented in the simplest way - he implanted a tracking program in Nakaoka Kazuma's mobile phone.
"Where will you go..."
Ye Gengyi's retinas showed light spots representing positioning, and he was making guesses in his mind.
The police would not search Kazuma Nakaoka's residence before finding evidence of his crime, but he had no such concerns.
Through investigation, Ye Gengyi came to the conclusion that Nakaoka Kazuma had other residences.
Driving very slowly, are you worried about being followed by the police...
Hmm... at this rate, it will take another 50 minutes.
…
The lanterns are on and night falls.
The motorcycle roared, and its exhaust pipe spewed out blazing exhaust gas, leaving behind the light of the street lights and sliding out brightly colored tracks on the black background.
Ye Gengyi still made mistakes in his estimation of Nakaoka Kazuma.
Because after realizing that the police had lowered their guard against him, the bomber actually refused to act. Less than an hour after he was released, he turned back and went back to Miwa Town.
"..."
Ye Gengyi looked at the movement of the tracker's light spot and said silently to himself: "It's really bold for a skilled person."
He could interpret the logic behind this behavior. It was simply that after being imprisoned for 24 hours, he wanted to take a reassurance as soon as possible because of his uncertainty about the course of action.
And this 'reassurance' is most likely a bomb storage location that allows more people to witness the explosion.
In the night, Ye Gengyi's shadow stretched longer and longer under the street lamp.
After a while, he also came to a motorcycle.
He is now ready to confirm the high probability event and then hand the matter over to the police.
At this moment, a message from Ye Xiaobai appeared on his retina.
[Sir, a signal source from the dark web has been detected, and the virtual terminal you set up is under attack. 】
This side also took the bait...
As his thoughts flashed, Ye Gengyi hesitated for a moment before making a decision.
An alley leading to a higher place.
The light from the laptop screen reflected on his face.
Although the face has changed, when the dark brown pupils occasionally flashed with concentration, on the other end of the network, the cold sweat that continued to seep from the forehead of the hacker who was trying to break through the defense immediately turned into a hoarse scream:
"No! Hurry up and get the equipment from Group B. We've met some experts. They're counter-tracking!"
Here, Ye Gengyi is on the screen of his laptop.
The data flowing in the command box is like the surface of a lake in a heavy rain, bit by bit, piece by piece, with no logical chaos, and is gradually formed into a whole.
The resistance is getting weaker and weaker.
However, at this moment the progress bar was stuck at 90% and no longer changed...
"Huh? Changed tactics... Tsk, how shameless..."
Ye Geng breathed out, integrating the chill and emotion in the cold wind into the environment.
At the moment when the defense line is breached and about to collapse, the blocking method is not to pull out the network cable and cut off the power to ensure safety, but to suddenly add a thick wall at the breach. This kind of disaster recovery plan is enough to prove that the other party is fully prepared. .
In this way, if he wants to continue to complete counter-tracking both offensively and defensively, it is not enough to just rely on the computing power of the laptop in his hand and the current network environment.
"It seems that document is more important than imagined..."
Ye Gengyi set the virtual terminal to disconnect the physical connection, put a drone in the air to observe the surrounding environment, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
The call was naturally to Gin.
The content of that 'confidential' document was originally unreadable, and after he modified it, it became more like a meaningless garbled summary.
But modification is not random modification.
For example, a group of hackers with fairly good equipment emerged like just now, and suddenly became crazy interested in him who posted this document on the dark web, which means that the other party is very likely to know the content above. What is it.
The call is connected.
Ye Geng briefly recounted the situation.
After Gin finished listening, he was silent for a long time.
"Hello? Talk...are you in arrears?" Ye Gengyi urged.
Gin was interrupted from his thoughts, and said coldly with a dark face: "What's the rush? Are you sure they haven't locked your position?"
"What? Didn't you get a good rest yesterday?" Ye Gengyi asked.
"Huh? What..." Gin was startled.
"oh……"
Ye Geng said softly, "Oh," and added: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest. If you feel sleepy, go to bed. Don't keep talking in your sleep with your eyes open."
"..."
Gin's finger hovered over the hang up button, resisting the urge to hang up the phone, snorted coldly, and said:
"Come to the base of Cupido Town."
