novelBackdoor Program!
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With the support of his thugs, Tiger covered his head with clothes and limped back to the hotel in North Street.
Because he was not cooperative when he was getting his tattoo, he took a beating and looked quite miserable.
In the curious sight of others, he lowered his head through the hall and returned to his room while being held by his thugs.
He slammed the door behind him and pulled off the clothes that covered his head. Then, he quickly walked to the mirror.
There were two cats tattooed on his face; a fat one and a skinny one. They moved while his muscles twitched and looked quite vivid under the light.
Tiger looked hopeless.
"Brother... Brother Tiger, " the thug said with a flattering voice as he did his best to restrain his laughter while Tiger's muscles twitched. He handed the iodine and cotton swabs with both hands. Please... please treat yourself first."
Tiger knocked away the iodine and cotton swabs and stared at himself with a grimacing expression; his pupils burned with blazing fury.
"Tiger, we can't just forget it like this!" Another thug said with despair and rage.
"Of course not, " Tiger said in a sullen tone.
They almost caught the man called Sura, but he managed to escape under his eyes. They went to question someone who may know him, but twenty burly men showed up and not only did they give him a beating, but they also drew two cats on his face...
Only twenty people...
I have 500 guns under my control!
Even those leaders in the Pan-Asia Cooperation Building must respect me. Who was that guy?
Tiger carefully compared the man's face with the ones in his memory, and eventually did not match his name with anyone influential. And based on his accent, that guy wasn't even a local.
He must be a mercenary of a merchant fleet and only been on Pingan Street for a few days.
For this kind of fool, I have countless means to make him repay!
With a sneer, Tiger already prepared a plan.
"Follow my order to keep a close eye on them."
"I already issued the order, " A thug rushed forward and smiled insidiously."Our people will be watching the four gates. Unless they hide in Pingan Street, otherwise..."
"Very good." Tiger nodded, pleased. Then he again looked at himself in the mirror in humiliation. After a long silence, he said while gritting his teeth, "... go find me a mask."
"Yes." The thug nodded and rushed out of the door.
"Tiger... what about Sura?" The thug who handed the iodine and cotton swabs carefully asked.
"Continue to look for him. Even if we have to flip the city upside down, we have to get him!" With rage burning even more furiously in his eyes, Tiger gritted his teeth, as if the name carried a deep hatred. He said word by word, "I will slice him piece by piece!"
...
Under the watch of the crowd, Jiang Chen took his guards and strolled out of the bar.
As for the bottle of "Dragon Blue", he tossed it into the storage dimension and prepared to take it back to Lin Lin for testing.
The man named Sura said an interesting sentence. Perhaps in another two hundred years, the delicious parts of mutants would have all been figured out by the survivors.
Jiang Chen agreed with the notion.
Mutants couldn't be eaten as food was just a lesson learned through blood by the survivors in the first twenty years on the wasteland, but it was not completely accurate. Since mutant meat could be processed into nutrient supply, so then the mutant must possess some nutrients that could be absorbed by the human body.
Perhaps he should set up a research institute to study how to turn mutants into delicious delicacies.
Of course, no matter how tasty, he would never eat it.
"Boss, where are we going now?" Lu Fan whispered as he walked next to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen looked at the sky turning dark and thought it must be late. So he casually said.
"Just find a place to rest."
It was already 11 o'clock in the evening. At this point, the four gates of Pingan Street were all closed. Unless he revealed his identity, it would be absolutely impossible for the guards to open the gate just for him.
However, Jiang Chen didn't plan to expose his identity just yet. He still had things to do on this street.
After they left the North Gate Commercial Street, Lu Fan, who walked halfway behind Jiang Chen, suddenly narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice.
"Someone is following us."
Without a change in expression, Jiang Chen whispered.
"Who?"
After a long silence, Lu Fan looked slightly disappointed and quietly said.
"He's gone..."
"Gone?" Jiang Chen was somewhat surprised. He looked at Lu Fan."Are you sure he's gone?"
"Yes... He gave up. He may have realized that he exposed his whereabouts." Lu Fan lowered his head and looked embarrassed."...I'm incompetent."
"This is not on you, " Jiang Chen looked around, nonchalantly, "this means his anti-reconnaissance ability is strong. Let the brothers keep their guards up. If you see the person again, bring him directly to me."
"Roger!" Lu Fan obyed.
Who could it be?
Jiang Chen didn't know, and he didn't bother to care.
No one could hurt him.
This was not only his confidence in his own strength but also his complete trust in the twenty guards around him.
Many people here had followed him for four years, and some of them were even knights. Whether loyalty or strength, he didn't have any doubt.
What's to fear?
On the street outside the North Gate Commercial Street, Jiang Chen randomly picked a hotel that looked decent. After paying 30 crystals to get rooms for himself and the 20 guards, he rented out the entire top floor and chose to live in the most luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.
While it was the presidential suite, the facilities were very simple and crude.
He took a shower, then laid down on the clean bedding before he received a message for Ayesha.
It was about the 2020 General Election in the UA. The attachments contained all the information about the candidate for the B City Consortium, John F. Kennedy. This information was clearly handled by professionals, clean without any imperfection.
After he read this information from the beginning to the end, even Jiang Chen, as a foreigner, thought about voting him.
Of course, Jiang Chen was fully aware.
There was no absolute clean politician in this world.
The more perfect the information, the more secrets that were concealed in the dark.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen responded with four words on the holographic screen.
Act as you wish
Then he clicked send.
He trusted Ayesha would make the right decision for him.
However, not long after this message was sent out and he had turned off the holographic screen to get ready to sleep, the blue light particles reappeared, and Jean's holographic image appeared beside him.
With a serious and stern expression, Jean's emotionless electronic voice said.
"Warning, backdoor programs are detected in the wrist-worn computer, the computer is being infiltrated..."
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