I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1345: Then I will help you


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“Before the boxing is completed, all servers are placed in a confidential archive room. Not to mention ghost agents, even a fly is impossible to fly in. You can rest assured that we are not the first time to help You keep the ‘package’. “Major General Howard said.

“The opponent is Xinghuan Trading, we have to be more cautious.” Fattel said.

Major Howard shrugged and continued to lead the way.

A few people along the way talked about non-nutritive words, but no matter what they said, Jiang Chen could not hear it. A camera is built into the electronic sunglasses, but obviously there is no built-in microphone. There must be something like a headset on this detective, but it was neither opened nor taken out.

Although Jiang Chen, who stood in the perspective of Agent A, tried to guess what they were talking about through their mouth, but because they saw more of the backs of the three bigwigs, they finally gave up This useless work controls the drone to keep a distance of 50 meters from the signal source, waiting patiently for their footsteps to stop.

Soon, the group stopped at the door of a room numbered 014. Major General Howard took out the key, said two words to Fattel behind him, and stepped forward to open the iron door.

Jian Chen’s pupils contracted slightly at the moment the iron gate opened.

The line of sight crossed Major General Howard ’s shoulder and was displayed in the center of the room.

Would you like to throw an EMP directly?

No …

Jiang Chen quickly rejected this idea.

This is not the battlefield of Colombia. This is the Yokosuka military base, the headquarters of the US military in Japan, and the 7th Fleet.

The global situation is quite tense now. Although the White House is afraid of the strength of the Star Ring Trade, it does not mean that they will tolerate it without a bottom line. If Xinghuan Trading really threw an EMP here, I am afraid that most of the World War III will not be able to run.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen’s heart moved, and the corner of his mouth gradually evoked a playful arc.

Just now, an evil idea suddenly poured into his mind.

Do n’t you want T virus data?

Then I will help you.

“Lilith.”

“What are you doing? You are busy.” Lilith replied.

“Do n’t pretend, I know you can work while playing games.”

“But then you can’t enjoy the fun of the game …” Only halfway through the words, I felt the murderousness that came along the network line. Lilith shivered and quickly changed her mouth. “What do you need me?” Help? “

“I want to hack that server, is there any way for you.” Without general knowledge of her, Jiang Chen said.

“… You have given me a problem, even if I can’t hack into the air,” sighed in the brain, Lilith paused for a moment, then continued, “Listen, first , You have to make sure that those servers are connected to power. Secondly, you have to make sure that I can establish a physical connection with the server, the best is to use a data cable. “

“Is it necessary to connect the power supply?” Jiang Chen frowned.

“Not necessarily,” Lilith said expressionlessly, “If you can’t guarantee the power supply, you can also choose to transmit small water pipes like lasers.”

“Why is it okay to transmit laser?”

“Because that thing itself can generate a small current on the electronic device, write directly to the hard disk.” Lilith explained patiently.

“It turns out so.” Jiang Chen nodded suddenly.

“What are you going to do?” Lilith asked, “Are you going to transmit viruses on it?”

“You will know tomorrow.” Jiang Chen smiled.

“Well … whatever you want.”

Withdrawn the drone, Jiang Chen threw both the tablet and the drone into the storage space.

Originally, Jiang Chen was planning to wait for Fattel to come out of the military base and “take him away” on the road, but now it seems that he can live a little more than two days.

Returning along the original route, Jiang Chen quietly left the military base and returned to the parking lot at the gate of Mikasa Park. Inserting the car key, when starting the car, he clicked on the holographic screen of the watch and gave Sumitomo a call.

……

Suburb of Tokyo.

In a Japanese-style building that is clearly on the horizon.

In a pair of pajamas, Sumitomo Jianyi sat on the wooden floor at the backyard door, staring at the moonlight in the lake dreamily.

Behind him kneeling is a curvaceous beauties, a pot of sake in his hands, and a few dishes of his favorite side dishes on weekdays.

“Jian Yijun, have something to eat.” The woman in kimono said softly.

If it is as usual, he will not mind that he hugs his beloved beauty, sits in the moonlight and drinks two glasses of wine, and eats a few delicious dishes with chopsticks.

However, at this moment, no matter it is a beauty or a delicacy, it is as if he is in front of him, and it is tasteless.

The old fox of the Mitsui family is dead. The CIA is no doubt the one to start.

Secular wealth has lost its role in the wrestling of great powers, and the Americans have not taken their Japanese consortiums into consideration from beginning to end. A Mitsui is far away, killing is killing, dare the foxes of the Mitsui family dare to seek revenge from the CIA?

He is 100% sure that he is the next goal of the CIA. He didn’t even dare to let his father or people who loved his family know, otherwise it was very likely that he would be abandoned by the family as an abandoned child before the CIA started.

It is no exaggeration to say that his life and death now depend entirely on Jiang Chen’s attitude.

If a ghost really protects him secretly, then he should still be safe.

But who said it well?

After all, Mitsui Hongyuan died under the eyes of Agent Ghost …

“Do n’t bother me, I have no appetite.”

Returning irritably, Sumitomo Kenichi rudely pushed away the plate delivered by the kimono girl.

In an exclamation, the contents of the plate were knocked to the ground, and Ding Ding cracked the ground.

I do n’t know where I offended the young master. The woman bowed her head in fear and fear, and did n’t dare to clean up the things on the ground. She just apologized and did n’t know if she should go in or out.

Sumitomo Jianyi couldn’t help feeling annoyed.

At this moment, his butler came to the side with a phone.

“Master, your phone-”

“Who’s calling, don’t answer.” Sumitomo Jianyi waved it impatiently.

“But, Jiang Chen …”

“Wait! Give me the phone!” The eyes turned red for a moment, Sumitomo Jian popped from the ground with a snap, and waited for the housekeeper to come forward, he hurried forward and grabbed it. The phone in his hand.

“Go out, you all go out!”

Buddying the kimono girl and the housekeeper, Sumitomo Jianyi walked into the yard barefoot.

After taking a few deep breaths, he tried to squeeze out a smile that was not much better than crying, and pressed the switch with trembling fingers.

Almost as soon as the phone was connected, an impatient voice came from his ear.

“Why is it so slow.”

“Sorry, I …”

“Okay,” uninterested in listening to his explanation of nodding his head, Jiang Chen hung the headset on his ear, holding the steering wheel with both hands, “I tell you something, you should do it immediately.”

“Hi!” Sumitomo Jianyi was happy, “As long as you tell me, I will do it immediately!”

Sumitomo Jianyi’s diligent attitude made Jiang Chen slightly stunned, but soon he understood why.

I’m afraid that Mitsui Hongyuan’s death scared him.

Nothing to say, Jiang Chen just smiled faintly and said slowly, “Are you familiar with Japanese civil society?”

“Familiar! Of course familiar!” Sumitomo Jian nodded quickly, “We have more than 200 private organizations funded by the Sumitomo Foundation-”

“I need you to help me ignite the wind.” Jiang Chen said directly after interrupting Mitsui Hongyuan.

Slightly stunned, Sumitomo Jianyi vaguely felt something was wrong, but at one and a half minutes it was impossible to tell what was wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed foam and whispered in a tentative tone.

“Dare to ask … whose fan is it?”

“American.” Jiang Chenyan said concisely.


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