Kawakami thought about this problem, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
So... hasn't Belmod been laughing at him? !
Curacao was driving the car beside him, and at the same time, he diverted his attention to Kashasha in the passenger seat.
She watched as Kashasha's emotions changed from disbelief, to deep doubt, to complete autism... The facial expressions were rich and exaggerated.
Miraculously, this man hasn't made a sound yet.
So is Kashasha doing a mime?
Many people in the organization felt strange, and Curacao felt that this guy might really have a brain problem.
Thinking of this, Curaçao decided to forgive him, and even felt a little sympathy.
It’s not easy to work in an organization while sick, Curaçao lamented.
"I can remember you if you need me, Kashasha."
When Kawakami got out of the car, he heard Curacao whisper.
He turned around in surprise, and because the car door was still open, Kawakami saw a faint smile on the silver-haired woman.
Kawakami is very good at studying micro-expressions. He can read sympathy, support, and encouragement from this smile...
In a nutshell, don't give up on treatment, keep trying.
The car drove away, and Kawakami stood there with a confused look on his face.
So what disrespectful thing did Curacao think of for him?
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The network department under the organization, whose full name is Network Technology Research Department, has distribution points in various regions.
More than ten years ago, the Network Technology Research Department was almost the territory of the intelligence team. It was mainly responsible for field finishing, information theft and other services. It even wrote software for members of the research team to calculate experimental data.
And with the popularity of the Internet, the people in the action team gradually took away half of the network department - there is no way, now is a society where individuals are involved, and everyone is working hard to develop polygonally.
As far as Kei Kawakami knew, he was the one in the action team who knew hacking skills. Gin, vodka, Armagnac, plus the Scotland that Mr. Keiwa Kawakami had single-handedly brought up. After the level of Scotland was about the same, Kei Kawakami asked him to Got a name in the network department.
As a result, management issues are involved. Rum is definitely not willing to decentralize power, and Gin will not let his people work for the Internet Department for free.
So as a compromise, Gui Gin worked part-time in the network department, and the most skilled core hackers were still under Rum.
This is why Gin is angry about Kawakami Tsumugi's request to contact Rum.
It didn't matter to Kawakami Tsumugi. When he first arrived at the action team and couldn't figure out the situation, he was quite obedient and obeyed every command.
Now that he has been playing for a year, Tsumugi Kawakami thinks that Qi Qi Gin is quite interesting, even though he can't be a character.
Now, what Kawakami is going to is the core part of the network department managed by Rum.
After a series of tedious verifications such as passwords, fingerprints, and iris, Kawakami successfully entered the hackers' territory.
It was a dark room with a window but the curtains were drawn tightly. Dozens of computers are placed on the table.
There were paper money, a little yellow duck, a stereo and a few pots of wilting green plants scattered on the table. Wires were tangled and snakes were everywhere - it wouldn't be possible without a fire.
There are various tomes scattered above or below the wires. Most of the covers are in English, and half-eaten takeout boxes are piled on top of the books.
Therefore, there was an indescribable smell in the room that was mixed with various foods.
Kawakami took half a step back silently. He took out a black mask from his pocket and put it on.
Although it is impossible to completely isolate the smell, it is psychologically better.
Compared to the chaos in the room, the few programmers seemed very normal: they were all young, without bald heads and plaid shirts. They looked more like a group of young people suffering from Internet addiction. There were five of them in total.
"Hey, Rainy! Did you get the takeout back?"
Sensing someone coming in, one of them looked away from the screen and looked at the door.
"Actually, no." Kawakami replied politely, "I'm not Rainy."
"Eh-" The young man turned around in disappointment.
No one else paid any attention to Kawakami Tsumugi. Kawakami walked around the scattered books, drink bottles, paper balls, and useless trash cans on the ground, and walked behind the group of people.
Let him see... Two people are changing the code, one is in the water forum, another is watching the video, and the remaining one is staring at the black screen in trance.
There is still an empty seat among this group of people, and it should be Rainy who went to get takeout.
"Although there is no takeout, I have the contact information of the biggest boss in your industry." Kawakami said.
"Wait! Are you that Kashasha?"
The young man who asked Kawakami Tsumugi before turned around first, and the others almost at the same time - the one watching the video slowed down for half a beat and took off his headphones in confusion.
"Yes, I came here for the program written by Sailor." Tsumugi Kawakami said, "It seems that you can't solve it, so I plan to ask for help from foreign aid, namely Mad Hatter."
If you ask a group of hackers what the best programming language is, they'll probably argue to the point of fighting, but ask them who the top hacker is... and almost all of them will admit:
Mad Hatter.
The guy who once refused the winery’s recruitment and was searched by the entire network department without being able to find him.
Of course, in recent years, another leader has emerged: sailor, the creator of this information stealing software and the creator of the emerging dark network island.
According to the expansion logic of the organization, if you can't let others join, you will find a way to destroy it; if you can't destroy it, you will find a way to cooperate; if you can't cooperate... you must at least maintain contact.
Therefore, the friendship between Kawakami Tsumugi and the Mad Hatter was with the tacit approval of the organization.
This time, the organization's network department is already planning to fail. Therefore, Kawakami planned to pay the Mad Hatter to break the restrictions of that software. After all, the money is the organization’s money.
Kawakami felt that software was only one aspect, and Rum might want to use his line to get information about the sailors from the Mad Hatter.
"So...can we?"
Being stared at by five pairs of eyes at the same time, Kawakami felt as if he had walked into a pet shop. He smiled and said, "Of course I think so. By the way, who among you has a code name?"
"Rainy, aka Port, went to get takeout."
"I don't think it's a waste of time to wait for him."
"I think so, let's start now."
"Reconsideration."
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The gray-haired young man couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he watched the group of people in front of him excluding Peter Wine.
Port wine is the only one among this group of people with a code name, so it doesn't seem to have much of a name for it.
Before the person in charge came, Kawakamiji couldn't act rashly, so Kawakamiji smiled and shook his head.
After waiting for six minutes and thirty-two seconds, the port wine finally arrived.
From the appearance, he is a man in his thirties, with messy hair, yellow skin, and a sign of kidney deficiency.
Three on the left and three on the right, a total of six takeaways.
Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Port stopped at the door and slowly turned his head to Kawakami Tsumugi:
"You are that...who is that?"
