Return of the Soldier King

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engine room.

Amao's hands danced on the keyboard, and as time passed, his brows grew tighter and tighter.

Seemingly smelling the smell of smoke floating in the air, A Mao suddenly stopped and turned to look at Ye Fei, not surprised: "Brother Ye, you come, can you give me a cigarette?"

"Aren't you not smoking?"

Ye Fei is a bit strange. In his impression, A Mao never smoked, but he did not follow up, and took a box of cigarettes on the table: "How is the situation?"

"I smoked a long time ago and quit long ago."

A Mao smiled bitterly, lit a cigarette, and slowly shook his head: "Brother Ye, the situation is not good. Although the other party's hacker is not as good as me, he is very cautious and wants to get him out in a short time. Power is not yet realistic. "

"how long."

Ye Fei frowned slightly.

"At least twenty-four hours."

A Mao sighed.

"round-the-clock..."

Ye Fei was silent. He didn't have much time. According to his experience, the assassination of the Cobra Mercenary Corps would begin in an hour.

At that time, not to mention Lin Qingwan, even himself, he had to hide under the protection of the police.

Open guns are easy to hide, and dark arrows are difficult to prevent.

What's more, Ye Fei is most worried about his friends.

Last time, Zhong Mei was taken away by Gusha and the scholar who captured the soul. Ye Fei was very guilty.

Ye Fei secretly vowed that he would never let similar things happen again.

"Brother Ye, can't wait 24 hours? Then you tell me how much time you have at most, I will finish as soon as possible and find out the hacker behind the scenes!"

A Mao is still very confident.

"An hour, no, now there are only more than thirty minutes left."

Ye Fei looked up at the wall clock on the wall and sighed.

"More than thirty minutes, the time is too short."

Amao grew his mouth in amazement, the cigarette in his mouth fell on the ground with a click, and Mars splashed.

"It's really short, but it's just a little time that I bragged about it."

Ye Fei smiled bitterly. In the past, it was always Ye Fei who assassinated others. Unexpectedly, he had also been assassinated one day and had to hide everywhere like a mouse. It was really not his style.

"It's too short, too little time. If it's an ordinary hacker, I can get it in ten minutes. However, the other party is obviously not an ordinary hacker. Although my hacker's strength is definitely above him, just take time to find him to stay The secret door underneath. But, such a little time ... I can't do it. "

"Mao, don't be stressed, even if you can't do it. I'm not dead, I just hide myself in shame. You try your best."

Ye Fei persuaded.

"I understand!"

Amao flexed his fingers, flicked half of his cigarette, flew back, and sat back in his chair, deciphering at a faster rate than before.

A Mao was really moving this time, and Ye Fei could even see that this young boy with a hairy face had a white mist on the top of his head. A Mao has turned his brain to the extreme.

Tick, tick, tick. . .

The flow rate of time seems to be faster than usual.

Twenty minutes later, in less than ten minutes from Ye Fei's agreed time limit.

"Impossible! Impossible! Too little time!"

Amao left the keyboard with both hands and grabbed the chicken-like hair angrily. He was already crazy.

As a top hacker, Amao has his own self-esteem and he doesn't want to admit defeat easily. However, manpower is exhausted, and even if Amao is no longer capable, he cannot cross time.

"Forget it, Amao, it's because I don't understand hacking techniques, it's hard for you."

Ye Fei put a hand on A Mao's shoulder, sorry.

"No, Brother Ye, I'm useless. If ... if ..."

A Mao lowered his head, his voice choked.

"Nothing. If this is not a parting of life and death, there is the police and the International Criminal Police to protect me, I will definitely be fine. But, just come back this time, I will leave. The company's business, you also need to worry more about Zhao Hongshuo . "

Ye Fei patted A Mao's shoulder and smiled slightly, preparing to turn around and leave.

"Brother Ye."

A Mao suddenly grabbed Ye Fei's arm and seemed to have gathered a lot of courage: "I still have a way."

"But now, there are only five minutes left."

Ye Fei was surprised, not that he did not want to believe A Mao, but with only five minutes left, even if he had the ability to do everything, what could he do?

"Brother Ye, you believe me."

Amao vowed to go to the computer again, opened the webpage, and logged into a secret forum.

This forum, Ye Fei once saw A Mao landing, is a secret forum of Huaxia Hongke. At that time, A Mao was a great god-level figure in this forum. As he went to serve as a soldier and entered the army, his forum account was dusty. After Amao retired, he would quietly log in to this forum when the night was quiet, but he just browsed and never posted or replied. After logging in, I will carefully remove my traces.

For Amao, the hacker identity only belongs to the past. Once this identity is exposed, it will bring him unexpected disasters. From disasters in prison, to dangers beyond his imagination. In short, he can no longer continue to live comfortably like an ordinary person.

However, for Ye Fei, a man who knew himself well and was willing to give his life to shelter himself, Amao decided to take risks and log in to the forum of the Red Guest League again.

For help.

Amao posted a post on the forum, the title is very simple, only two words for help.

Posts that are not eye-catching like this, even in ordinary forums, will instantly sink into the sea, not to mention the professional forum of the red guest alliance.

However, in just twenty seconds, someone replies: Are you a prisoner?

The prisoner represents a legend. Even though this legend has become dusty over time, among hackers, these two words are still very important.

"I am a prisoner. I need everyone's help."

A Mao replied.

"God! It's a prisoner! He ... he's back!"

"Prisoner, how is it possible? He won't be stolen?"

"It's a real joke upstairs, can anyone steal the prisoner's number under the sky?"

. . . . . . . . . . .

Suddenly, this humble post was pushed up as many as a hundred buildings.

A Mao's post, like a deep-water bomb, exploded all the diving hackers in the Red Guest Alliance. One of the forum administrators even verified A Mao ’s identity and determined that he was the prisoner himself.

In an instant, the Hongke Alliance Forum boiled.

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