I am weak and friendly

Chapter 154 BIG, the wheelchair is watching you!
"Linzi, don't be so paranoid!" Fan Zhihong said in a low voice, "That guy can't be that elusive!"

The aftershocks of that fierce battle on that stormy night have not yet subsided.

The shadow cast by the helmeted, wheelchair-bound man, in particular, loomed over them.

In particular, several members of the team who had confronted the man in the helmet and wheelchair head-on almost all developed PTSD.

When we drove out during the day, we saw an old man in a wheelchair in the park, and several of us instinctively shrank back.

Especially Lin Zi, who persisted to the end during that conflict, would wake up in the middle of the night more than once roaring in anger, then sit in the darkness, remain silent for a long time, and angrily ask the darkness: "No, how could he do that!"

The "wheelchair-bound helmet man" that Lin Zi and the others mentioned was a powerful and bizarre enemy. His fighting style was incomprehensible, and his fighting habits were even more despicable.

Facing such an enemy, it seems you are destined to fail no matter what.

It was a suppressive force so powerful it was almost invincible.

He's faster than you, stronger than you, and can anticipate all your predictions.

Fan Zhihong never imagined that his brothers would be traumatized by one person.

He had also been in contact with the "wheelchair-wearing man".

However, when he met Fan Zhihong, the "wheelchair-bound helmet man" did not display any fighting ability, which shows that his fighting ability was also limited. In the previous battle with his brothers, he had already used up all his strength and was unable to fight again.

For Fan Zhihong, what cast a greater psychological shadow on him was the woman waving a fire extinguisher.

It was she who gave her team's strongest assault soldier a severe concussion, forcing them to abandon him when they left.

Fan Zhihong still remembers the feeling of stabbing his brother in the chest with his own hands. Countless times, he has woken up in the middle of the night, staring at the dark place where one person was missing, and remained silent.

From that day on, the hand that had once held the dagger would often unconsciously clench into a fist until it spasmed.

“We will avenge him,” he said.

This is an irreconcilable feud.

"One day, we will expose his true colors." Fan Zhihong now deeply regrets not looking back back then.

Take a look at the man who took off his helmet and threw it at him, and see what he actually looks like.

"Then tear him to pieces with your own hands!"

"And his wheelchair! I'm going to smash his wheelchair!" Lin Zidong punched the truck bed, creating a dent.

Fan Zhihong glared at him, then said, "Now, pull yourself together! We have to find the first team's fragments!"

Although he reprimanded Lin Zi, Fan Zhihong actually had a very bad feeling.

He always felt as if there was an eye in the darkness staring at him.

A strange rumbling sound came from behind him.

That was the sound coming from the "container," it was running, and if the "fragment" was nearby, it should be attracted to it.

Although the "fragment" is very powerful, it cannot survive in the wild for long, and it must be very weak now.

"Everyone, spread out and drive forward slowly."

"Beep beep beep beep!" The alarm suddenly went off in the car.

"It's around here!"

"somebody is coming!"

"Damn, it's heading straight this way! Hurry! Hurry up!"

"Did you find it?!"

They cannot see the "fragments"; they can only sense and track them through the beeping sounds emitted by the "container."

"They're coming in! They're coming in!"

"Come on!"

A group of people sprinted back to the truck as fast as they could. The last one in the pack even lunged forward while accelerating, only to be caught by the people on the truck.

The truck's rear door closed, all the lights were turned off, and it sped away after turning around.

Fan Zhihong sat in the passenger seat, and Lin Zi, who was driving, suddenly jolted, almost turning the steering wheel off course.

"Brother Hong...is there...is there a wheelchair over there?!"

“Where are you looking for wheelchairs? You’re overthinking it,” Fan Zhihong said.

But another teammate sitting next to him exclaimed, "Damn, it really is a wheelchair!"

"Why is there only one wheelchair? Where is everyone?" "Calm down! Drive!" Fan Zhihong slapped Lin Zi on the back of the head. "Move! Move! Speed ​​up!"

The empty wheelchair lit up in the darkness, shining its light on them.

It was as if, in the darkness, a monster had revealed its single eye.

In that instant, Fan Zhihong and the others only felt...

Hair all over the body.

……

“They just left.” Li Tieqiang examined the footprints on the ground, then stood up. “We’re a step too late.”

The slightly overweight young man had a livid face.

“They must have come looking for something, and they found it,” Li Tieqiang said.

"Is it the thing in that jar, senior? What exactly is that thing?"

"I don't know, but that thing must be very important to them."

Li Tieqiang felt extremely uncomfortable, a kind of discomfort that he could never have imagined.

Of course, he had seen too many unsolved and strange cases and had become accustomed to this discomfort.

Seeing his expression, the slightly chubby young man pursed his lips.

You old man, you must be hiding something from me.

You people just act like old silver coins every day!
Before long, more and more police lights appeared in the vicinity, and various different teams were called in.

tire tracks, footprints, surveillance cameras, roadblocks...

These things are useful to ordinary criminals, but Li Tieqiang felt that they might not be useful to his enemies.

"Master!" Zhao Xinyi got out of a police car and ran over. "We're here as fast as we can!"

Then he looked at the slightly chubby young man standing next to Li Tieqiang.

He moved closer to Li Tieqiang, pushing the slightly chubby young man aside.

Why are you standing so close to my master!

This is my master!
Stop bothering my master every day!
Go find your own master!
He felt that he had to treat his master better, otherwise he would soon fall out of favor.

Zhao Xinyi felt the greatest threat he had faced in many years.

……

After a busy day, Chen Yanxing, a big shot on 5090, habitually opened the forum.

For most people, it's the middle of the night.

But for programmers who like to stay up late, this is the perfect time to get up and have some fun, and the forum is still quite lively.

I had just logged into the forum and hadn't even had a chance to look at anything when I found that someone had sent me a private message.

He's an incredibly talented programmer on the forum, and also a friend in real life.

When they don't have much to do, these people like to communicate in the forum because the private messaging program on this forum was written by Chen Yanxing himself. It is completely end-to-end encrypted, and no one except the two parties involved can see it.

It is considered to be the communication tool with the highest encryption level, apart from some special tools.

"Old Chen, there's something I need to vent about, since I don't know who else to complain to besides you," the friend said. "Yesterday, a long-time client's server got hacked, and they asked me to help..."

"It's the code from a pro, right?" Chen Yanxing immediately made his prediction.

"Sure enough, you ran into this too! I knew I should come to you to complain!"

Did you help them modify the program?

"Am I crazy? Of course I made up an excuse and ran away!"

“You’re the third person to come to me about this,” Chen Yanxing said. “Don’t get involved. It’s a dangerous and complicated situation.”

“I know,” the other person said. “But I used to think that hacking other people’s servers was something only old-timers like you did. You’re saying that a big shot like you would hack other people’s servers? I always thought he was only good at abstract things like translating for pets.”

"Huh?" Chen Yanxing was taken aback. "What?"

"Didn't you see? The big shot just came by asking what everyone thinks of dog language translators, and the forum is going crazy with discussion!"

(End of this chapter)