My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The night wind in Los Angeles carries the saltiness of the sea and the restlessness of car exhaust, blowing across the neatly trimmed lawns of the affluent neighborhood.

Li Fu sat in his study, the three monitors in front of him emitting a faint blue light, making his cold and stern face appear as if he were an observer from another dimension.

Gadot suddenly asked him to have a candlelight dinner that evening, which took up a little time.

Fortunately, she is now fast asleep due to exhaustion.

The courtyard fell silent again, with only the low hum of the server fans and the crisp tapping of the keyboard.

For ordinary people, the Internet in 2006 was still the twilight of dial-up and the early days of broadband, and the concept of network security was still cutting-edge.

But for a soul traveling back from the future, it is an undefended treasure trove.

His experience as a backend engineer at a top internet company in his previous life became a powerful tool for overwhelming his opponents here.

Encryption algorithms that will require top-tier teams to crack in the future are rendered as fragile as paper toys on personal computers in this era.

His target was clear: Winslop's personal computer.

Through his previous disguised tracking of Winslop's whereabouts, Li Fu had already figured out some of his habits, including his habit of handling some "inconvenient" matters late at night on the wireless network in his study.

For a rich second-generation heir who is used to solving all problems with money and power, he probably never imagined this.

Your own digital fortress can be easily crumbled from within.

Li Fu's fingers flew across the keyboard, and lines of code cascaded down like a waterfall.

He used a carefully crafted phishing email attachment, disguised as an internal memo about an FDA review, to successfully trick Winslop into implanting a tiny backdoor into his computer.

The process was incredibly fast, leaving almost no trace.

The progress bar on the screen moved quickly to the next step, and the last green checkmark appeared.

The intrusion was very easy and successful.

A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Fu's lips.

It's even simpler than last time.

Instead of wasting time browsing through unimportant private documents, he directly retrieved the records of all recent outgoing emails and focused on filtering encrypted communications.

Soon, several encrypted email addresses that repeatedly pointed to unknown servers surfaced.

One of them uses a relatively niche encryption protocol that offers a high level of security.

But this meant nothing to Li Fu.

He quickly wrote a simple decryption script to exploit a vulnerability in this specific protocol.

A few minutes later, the contents of the first email were successfully deciphered.

The email was filled with furious questions and desperate pleas.

"...You promised to make arrangements for my escape route, but now my family business is finished, my uncle has resigned, and the company's stock price has plummeted. You have to help me!"

The signature is Winslop.

The recipient was a mysterious Hebrew code name.

Li Fu's heart beat slightly faster.

He knew he had found the right place.

However, he did not understand Hebrew and tried to translate it online, but without success.

The functionality of websites today is far behind that of later generations.

He plans to subtly probe Gadot's code tomorrow.

For the next two days, Li Fu, like a patient hunter, quietly lurked in the river of data, monitoring this one-way, desperate dialogue.

Winslop's emails became more and more frequent, and the tone changed from anger to pleading, and finally to blatant threats.

"If you don't show up soon, I'll expose everything, and then nobody will have a good time."

He did indeed reveal his "what's the use" attitude.

It's obvious he's planning to go all in.

Finally, at 3:17 a.m., a new reply appeared.

The mysterious broker who had been silent all along finally replied.

The email was extremely brief, containing only a time and a location.

"The day after tomorrow at nine o'clock, Blues Cellar."

It was the same place where they had met last time.

Li Fu's pupils contracted slightly.

He entered this notorious private club or bar in the underworld more than once.

He knew everything about the top-notch jazz performances and the unfathomable background.

The opportunity is coming!

Li Fu turned off the computer, rubbed his slightly sore eyes, and thought he had to thank Cole for his political maneuvering that had cornered Winslop.

The last straw that the rich kid was clinging to was leading him toward the goal he had always been pursuing.

The night in Los Angeles was as dark as ink, with the city's neon lights flickering in the distance.

Li Fu had already secured the long-term supply rights for this underground club through the wine company he controlled.

At this moment, he only needs to use the pretext of delivering wine to legitimately step into this den of dragons and tigers.

All the prior preparations are now coming in handy.

The next day, Li Fuxian deciphered the mysterious code name through Gadot, and the code name actually meant "chosen by God".

He thought about it carefully. Could it be that the gifts sent to the White Party were selected in the name of God?

In the evening, a truck bearing the winery's logo quietly pulled up in front of the inconspicuous back door of Blue Cellars.

Li Fu was dressed in a dark blue uniform, his baseball cap pulled low to his brow bone, and a standard professional smile on his lips.

The security guard glanced at the supply order he handed over; the manager's signature and seal on the paper were genuine.

His preparations were impeccable.

The infrared sensor silently scanned the darkness, and two taut-muscled figures in the shadows quietly relaxed their vigilance.

He skillfully backed the truck into the warehouse, hearing the impatient urging from the manager, "Hurry up! Blues Cellar doesn't keep idlers."

Li Fu had roughly noted down all the key details.

It's almost unchanged from before.

The eight cameras have a 30-second blind spot loop, and the ventilation ducts meander to the air exchange system of the VIP box on the second floor. Winslop's reserved box is located deep in the passageway behind the hidden door.

He lowered the brim of his hat, his gaze sweeping over the impeccably dressed guests like a hawk's. The bald old man, alone, was stroking his jade cufflinks, with gun tattoos faintly visible behind his ear.

The black-clad bodyguard's waist bulged, and the antenna of an encrypted walkie-talkie peeked out from the corner of his clothing.

The waiter lingered in the direction of the restroom, the smell of strong liquor lingering between his fingers... The hands of the vintage clock on the wall were steadily approaching nine o'clock.

Li Fu disguised himself briefly in the restroom and slipped inside.

In a corner of the bar, he ordered a glass of whiskey, the remaining liquid on the rim of the glass gleaming eerily purple under the light.

His peripheral vision was suddenly drawn to a waiter carrying a tray toward a hidden door. The label peeking out from the edge of the tray was the "Grand Reserve" label that he had personally affixed.

The waiter entered Winslop's reserved private room with a respectful demeanor.

This time they were more cautious than last time.

Enter the top-secret VIP room from the private booth.