Zhao Yujie knew these two girls, but it was not appropriate to say that they met. As the most famous aristocratic school in the city, the students of "Yuntai Private Middle School" have always been superior. Many students are proud of knowing their students. Zhao Yujie, who is quite confident in her appearance, tried her best to meet several of them.

A few days ago, under the cover of these friends, she slipped into the "Yuntai Private Middle School" to attend the school anniversary. They heard them accidentally mention the "celebrity" at the top of the school. One of them even pointed to the rostrum to make an explanation, so that Zhao Yujie knew about the high existences that people looked up to. Among the people at that time, there were Yan Qian and Huang Zhen. These two were girls who were so beautiful that they could never forget at first sight. Zhao Yujie recognized them immediately.

Because Yan Qian and Huang Zhen came to find Lin Jixin last time, there was no one in Lin Jixin's class who knew them, and the matter did not spread at all. Zhao Yujie, who was unaware of it, could not help but sarcastically when she heard Sun Xueqiang's words.

In the eyes of everyone, Sun Xueqiang pulled Lin Jixin and walked towards Huang Zhen and the others, and was a few steps away from them. Under the gaze of two beautiful pairs, he couldn't help but lightly step.

Lin Jixin broke away, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and stood there and looked at the two girls calmly.

Zhao Yujie suddenly felt something bad. She clearly saw that although Huang Zhen tried her best to keep her expression unchanged, her cold expression quickly melted, and a faint peach dizzy appeared on her cheeks. As the autumn waves flowed, her whole body was so beautiful that it was incomparable.

With the sound of glasses shattering all over the floor Huang Zhen walked to Lin Jixin: "Hello! I am Huang Zhen, I'm meeting again."

Sun Xueqiang and his chest were proudly raised and turned their heads proudly, but they saw Zhao Yujie who had been petrified.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jixin frowned in confusion.

"Find a place to talk about it." Huang Zhen glanced around.

After a while, they were coming to a cafe.

"I have something to say." Lin Jixin sat down face to face with Huang Zhen, while Sun Xueqiang and Yan Qian sat in the side position.

"Actually nothing is wrong... Hey, don't leave!" Seeing him stand up, Huang Zhen was not able to hold back and quickly expressed his intentions, "I'm here this time because I want you to teach me how to learn kung fu."

"Learn Kung Fu?"

"Well, I hope you can teach me."

He looked at Huang Zhen with a serious expression with a playful look. When she was a little restless, he chuckled: "My kung fu is not that easy to learn."

Seeing that he was willing to agree, Huang Zhen was overjoyed and raised his right hand eagerly, almost knocking over the coffee cup on the table: "I will work very hard, and I can also get a disciple..."

"It's not necessary to become a disciple," he pondered for a moment, "this is about talent, let's learn and read."

"Then how can I contact you?" Huang Zhen asked.

Seeing him hesitating, she took out a delicate mobile phone from her handbag: "This is what my friend asked me to help me buy. Why don't I use it for you first, and I'll do it for him."

Huang Zhen stared at him nervously, obviously worried that he would refuse. He smiled and took it casually, "I just happened to plan to get a cell phone, just like the tuition fee."

"Then this is the case first, and contact us next time." After a while of another chat, he stood up and shouted at Sun Xueqiang, "Let's go!"

At this time, Sun Xueqiang and Yan Qian were chatting with each other so much that they were talking, and unknowingly they had all the details of his past - fortunately, he had no secrets worth hiding before.

"What did you say?" It seemed that he was really happy and sat beside them and didn't even hear what he said.

"Talk casually." It was simple to send Sun Xueqiang. He quickly changed the topic, "The beauty with you seems to have a good impression of you."

"No, Yan Qian is just very cheerful, we can chat."

"Everyone said that they could talk, but they still refused to admit it."

"No." Sun Xueqiang smiled so hard that he grinned to the back of his head. Whether he liked it or not, begging the beauty to like it was enough to satisfy his vanity.

Seeing that he was so happy that he couldn't tell the difference between the east, west, south and north, Lin Jixin looked at the new phone in his hand and smiled thoughtfully.

Yu Jiang Police Station, Director Pang Zhonghong put down the phone call that was a little hot and chatting, hesitated for a moment with a calm face, took a breath, rubbed his face, and picked up the phone again: "Xiao Yang, come in."

When Secretary Yang came in, he said, "Is there something wrong with the security situation in Hongliu District?"

"This...I'll ask right away."

He was very satisfied with his cleverness, so he nodded and added: "The people over there recently reported it as a general public. If you pay attention, you must take a heavy blow if you need to strengthen the crackdown. You must ensure the safety of people's lives and property."

The more private the nature, the more urgent it needs to be dealt with. Secretary Yang understood the matter of the leader's non-public situation. After a few phone calls, the case of missing employees of the "Wanhui Group" was sent to the desk of the director of the Hongliu Branch. Then, the special task force was quickly established. With more than 30 years of experience in a criminal police officer, he solved many major cases and was in a semi-retired state. Chen Bodong, an old criminal police officer, was specially strengthened.

Before we knew it, a big net quietly unfolded.

Lin Jixin didn't know that the tracking of the corpse buried in the hill was in full swing. He had already arrived at the newly bought house, and everything in the furniture was left by the old owner, which saved him a lot of trouble.

This community was developed from the suburban population, and the camera installation and security equipment were irregular. Due to the complex environment and large flow of people, it was very difficult to follow a certain resident here. It was his ideal second nest.

These days, he is mainly busy with buying a house, and he was almost done yesterday.

After entering the room, he turned on the computer and skillfully logged into the website introduced by Tovinson.

"Hello."

"Doctor is early this morning."

...

A row of greetings emerged.

After a few days, he has become very familiar with it.

While saying hello, he chatted with people while browsing the news at will. In the end, he found nothing valuable. The way to find a needle in a haystack is luck, and "comma vine" won the grand prize.

Thinking of the "comma vine", he turned his eyes to the plant on the desk.

He brought a glass of water, stood at the edge of the case, took out a mineral water bottle filled with half a blue liquid, carefully dripped two drops into the water cup, and then slowly watered the added water along the root of the trunk.

"Si" The pot of plants seemed to be alive to make a thirsty sound from the root system. The water was absorbed cleanly as soon as it penetrated into the soil. The comma-shaped leaves, which were originally a little sluggish, became stretched and green again.

Looking at the rejuvenating "comma vine", he put down the water cup and stretched, showing a gratifying smile.

After sitting back in front of the computer, he thought about it and entered a new URL in the URL bar.

The first thing that pops up is the login box.

After thinking about it, he tentatively lost his account and password.

With the mouse clicking, I actually got on.

It was still the same as before. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and that extremely rich face appeared in front of his eyes.

After two more strict certifications, he finally entered the website.

This is a pure English forum, which seems to be related to transportation. He is full of posts asking for goods or convoys to transport. He is very clear that this is an illusion. This is one of the five major black markets online in the world. These goods and convoys have their own meanings, covering the smuggling and trading of gold, jewelry and even drug weapons. Even non-in-communities can't understand it even if they see it.

Because the relevant qualifications need to be recommended by insiders, he could only use a known password, but fortunately he did not change it.

This is one of the top accounts with high authority. There are many acquaintances online. As soon as it goes online, a lot of news was sent. He ignored it and started to operate quickly.

A few minutes later, he cleared all the traces of operations and quit the website.

A phone call on the bedside of the bedside sounded suddenly in an inconspicuous house on the east coast of America.

The fat man who was sleeping soundly on the bed muttered a few words in dissatisfaction, buried his head under the quilt, reached out to grab the phone in a daze, and accidentally pinched the pizza that had been half eaten, and his hands were immediately greasy.

"Shit!" He cursed and woke up, and rushed out the paper and wiped it.

This was a fat man with an extremely fat layer, and the horizontal diameter of his huge butt was almost beyond his height. He struggled to get out of the bed, and the entire bed frame let out a painful moan under his movements.

The phone was still ringing wildly, and he cursed again, pinching two chubby fingers with his particularly petite phone toward the window.

He opened the curtains and the dazzling sunlight shone in. He narrowed his eyes and answered the phone: "Hey——"

"I'm shit in my brain? I'm spending four million to show you your pitiful sense of humor. Put away your ridiculous 'Oriental Witchcraft'. Today is not April Fool's Day. If there is such a thing, I will definitely throw your fat all over your body into the juicer. I will do what I say! You stupid pig!"

When Doug Moss heard the boss roaring wildly on the phone, he was covered in cold sweat and confused, and he didn't dare to breathe. It was not until the other end of the phone hanged up ruthlessly that he rushed to the computer with his hands and feet.

Click on the familiar website and see the title of the top of the red and thick red on the homepage: Ten minutes of healing wounds - a magical ointment from the East.

The person who posted it clearly is his main account.

His eyes turned dark, he sweared, and angrily broke the keyboard into two pieces.

Strictly speaking, things do not have much consequences, but for a world-renowned top hacker, nothing is more slapped in the face than being stolen from an account. What's more, with the importance of this website, even the smallest things will be magnified hundreds of times.
Chapter completed!