In the surprised gaze of everyone, a dragon waved his tail and parked the motorcycle in front of everyone. He took off his sunglasses and glanced around with his turbid eyes. When his eyes fell on Old John's face, he nodded slightly, then raised his left foot and stepped down from the motorcycle. Although he was short, he moved very fluently when he got off such a tall motorcycle, which made people unable to see any pause.

When his footsteps stepped on the asphalt ground and made a crisp sound of metal impact, everyone discovered that the old motorcycle man was wearing a pair of old Martin boots.

The old-fashioned Martin boots are a unique shoe in North America. They are equipped with metal spikes at the bottom. Once a melee battle occurs, they can be used as a hidden weapon. Just fly out and pass through the crowd and knock down all the enemies like cutting rice.

Of course, almost no one chooses to use such a powerful weapon now, and of course it also has its drawbacks. The biggest disadvantage of old Martin boots is that they require extremely high skills when used. If you are not careful, you can easily hurt yourself by mistake.

Everyone moved their eyes from their shoes to the face of the old motorcycle man and immediately took a breath.

The old motorcycle man had a protruding cheekbones, sunken eyes, and the skin on his face was like a tree bark. He looked like he was half buried in loess.

It was this old man with half-buried loess that reminded everyone of the legend of the Thirteenth Street.

According to legend, on a night ten years ago, an old man riding a motorcycle rushed into the headquarters of the largest gang of Geely Gang, on Thirteenth Street. At that time, the Geely Gang was preparing for a party, and all the senior and middle-level cadres of the gang were here. For a moment, the magnificent hall became a hell on earth. In the morning of the next day, more than 500 corpses were lifted out of it.

No one cares about why the Geely Gang offended the old motorcycle man. All the people on Thirteenth Street know that a tough character appeared in the block.

Although the photos of the old motorcycle man have not been passed down, his general appearance has been passed down through people's mouths.

It's exactly the same as the one who came.

The smiling boy quickly put the desert eagle back into his pocket, looked at the old motorcycle and smiled, "Old man, you are..."

The old motorcycle man had a cold face, as if he hadn't seen him, "You don't deserve to know my name!"

When did the smiling boy get this angry? He reached out and inserted his hand into his arms, but when his fingers touched the cold gun handle, he immediately woke up.

Facing such a person from hell, wouldn’t I be seeking death if I do this?

If he can become a senior manager of Thirteenth Street, the smiling boy is not the kind of person who only knows how to act recklessly. Otherwise, no matter how powerful his shooting skills are, he has now become a ashes in a suburban cemetery.

The smiling boy smiled awkwardly and licked his face and said, "Brother, I am the smiling boy from the Jack Gang. Although we don't know each other, our president, Mr. Klein, is an old man from Thirteenth Street. You must know each other. Today, I will give us the president a face, so you can just pretend that you didn't see anything?"

"Didn't see it? What are you kids kids? The old man standing opposite is my friend of many years. If you say this, wouldn't you slap me in the face?" The old man from motorcycle curled his lips and said disdainfully.

At the same time, he took a step forward intentionally or unintentionally, just standing between the smiling boy and Old John.

Old John was relieved when he saw the old motorcycle man appear.

He and Old Jesse have been old neighbors for decades. Even this seemingly mediocre old man, when he was young, he was a super thief who once thief in the western region, and he had countless bloody cases under his command.

After he decided to follow the advice of the mysterious wise man and open a printing shop, he called and invited Old Jesse to be the security supervisor of the printing shop. However, Old John was abroad at that time, and finally he rushed to the scene and finally did not waste time.

On the other hand, the smiling boy saw that the old motorcycle had a tough attitude and knew that the big fat piece of meat could not be eaten today, so he could only leave with his hands in disappointment.

Looking at the left behind, the staff of the print shop were full of admiration for Old John. As New Testament people, they knew how powerful these rogues on Thirteenth Street were.

...

Afterwards, Old John invited Old Jesse into the office. Looking at the magnificent decorations, Old Jesse, who had been fighting for half a lifetime, was full of doubts.

He knew this old friend very well. Not long ago, this old friend was just a down-and-out laid-off worker and almost went bankrupt. How could he become the owner of a printing shop in a blink of an eye, and he still looks like he is not short of money.

However, he carefully put this doubt in his heart and did not ask, because he knew that everyone had secrets, but some were small and some were larger.

Moreover, he knew very well that although Old John was poor and had good character, he often helped his neighbors and would never secretly harm him.

This is enough.

Soon, Old John reached an agreement with Old Jesse. Old Jesse, a thief, transformed himself into the security supervisor of a print shop, with a monthly salary of 100,000 US dollars.

Of course, it would be impossible to rely on Old Jesse alone to support such a large print shop, so Old John approved a security fee of up to two million US dollars, allowing Old Jesse to be fully responsible for security affairs.

Two million US dollars seems not much, but it can be considered a drop in the bucket compared to the security costs of tens of millions of US dollars in some large companies. However, you should know that the printing shop has only three stores in total, thousands of square meters, and so much money is enough to arm the entire printing shop.

In fact, Old Jesse did this. His previous experience in the martial arts world allowed him to know many people who specialize in illegal bodyguards, including Green Water Group.

Just one phone call, more than 200 fully armed Green Water mercenaries took a bus to the printing shop. These people were very professional. The first thing they did after entering the printing shop was to install surveillance.

The small print shop is full of more than 2,000 cameras. Except for hidden places such as bathrooms and locker rooms, all office areas are completely monitored.

Moreover, the cameras they installed are high-tech products. In addition to conventional monitoring, there is also an infrared detection system. If a living object moves in the target area, an alarm will be issued.

Of course, the Earth Defense Bureau has known this for a long time. Shentu Zhixue dared to send an action team to carry out this task and had already been prepared.

After Hu Zhigao led four team members into the printing shop, he carefully walked towards the stairs not far away. The stairs led to the second floor, which was the location of the printing shop host.

According to the information provided by Shentu Zhixue, the printer store’s host saves all the data backups of the printer store. The task of the action team is to destroy the host and destroy all data at the exact time.

And Shentu Zhixue was not completely sure about that exact time point, but just said that it was just recently.

So Hu Zhigao needs to fully control the printing shop and wait quietly for the signal sent by Shen Tu Zhixue.

...

A camera hung on the roof not far ahead. Hu Zhi raised his fist and signaled the team members behind to stop, and then took out a miniature notebook from his arms. This notebook is different from a common notebook. An antenna extends from its back cover, which looks a bit like a large radio.

Hu Zhigao turned on the switch of the notebook, waited to fully enter the dedicated system of Mozi Technology, and then clicked twice on a spider-like icon.

A line of text suddenly appeared on the computer screen: "Search for targets that need to be invaded, please wait..."

After the cursor flashed dozens of times, lines of digital code popped up, and a logo of the Earth Defense Bureau popped up.

What surprised Hu Zhigao was that the girlish pattern unique to the artificial intelligence flower was not displayed on the main interface.

Since the launch of AI Xiaohua, due to its advanced intelligence, it can greatly improve the operation efficiency of software. Therefore, whether it is the software of the desktop operating system or the software on smartphones, third-party ports have been opened to connect to AI Xiaohua's database, and use AI Xiaohua to optimize the software.

Of course, in order to distinguish it from ordinary programs, the artificial intelligence flower will show a girlish pattern wearing a T-shirt on the main interface and jeans on the upper body.

Moreover, as the creator of artificial intelligence, all software developed by Mozi Technology will display this pattern.

but.

This notebook is a specially customized product of Mozi Technology. The built-in software must be specially adapted by Mozi Technology engineers for the notebook. It did not use artificial intelligence, which really surprised Hu Zhigao and the members of the action team.

But now it was during the mission, and they were just a little surprised and started to take action officially.

Hu Zhigao entered a line of keys on the notebook, and the antenna on the top of the notebook began to rotate slowly, making a harsh low-frequency buzzing sound.

More than ten seconds later, two snowflakes flashed on the laptop screen, as if they were subject to electromagnetic interference.

At the same time, a burst of exclamations came from the printing room not far away:

"Oh my God, why is the network disconnected? I just coded so many words, so it won't be uploaded to the host, right? That's a terrible thing!"

"Yeah, so do I. This has never happened before, what should we do?"

"What should I do? Of course, I'm going to report it to the supervisor quickly and make a call!"

"Oh no, the phone doesn't have any signal. Now the supervisor should be in the office, so I'll call him!"

...

Listening to the exclamations, Hu Zhigao felt relieved because he had just used a special notebook to interfere with all electromagnetic signals within a radius of five kilometers. In this way, even if someone monitors the printing shop through the camera behind the scenes, he would not realize that something had happened in the printing shop.

After confirming the first step, Hu Zhigao pulled open his backpack and took out five masks from it and wore them on his face. These masks were all black, and the surface was uneven, and they looked very metallic. They were obviously a high-tech device.

Hu Zhigao and the team members carefully adjusted the fit of the mask until they heard a crisp sound in their ears and made sure that the mask was completely worn, then raised their hands to signal.

It took about four or five minutes before all the players raised their hands to show that they had their masks.

Hu Zhigao looked serious and carefully took out a silver metal cylinder from his backpack. The surface of the cylinder was completely smooth and there was no trace of welding. There was only a red button on the top.

Hu Zhigao placed the silver metal cylinder on the ground, then took a deep breath and gently pressed the button.

The lid of the metal barrel that was missing a gap slowly popped open, and an object in the shape of a nozzle extended out from it. The LED light on the surface of the metal body flashed twice, and the nozzle sprayed a stream of white smoke.

As the smoke spreads, it becomes extremely thin and becomes almost invisible in just a few seconds.

Hu Zhigao raised his wrist and pressed the counter.

20...19...18...

As the counter was beating, two "pop" sounds came from a distance, as if someone had fallen to the ground.

15...14...13...

The "pop" sounds are getting more and more, just like an invisible sickle that is harvesting freely in the printing shop.

...

Print shop manager's office.

Old John was scolding the clerk who made a mistake, and he felt inexplicably palpitations. He saw the clerk standing opposite him shaking twice, then fell to the ground.

Old John immediately understood that something was wrong. He bent down and wanted to touch the red button at the bottom of the table. The red button was connected to an alarm device to notify Old Jesse who was wandering in New Testament.

Although Old Jesse promised the safety supervisor of the adult printing shop, he was born to not like to go to work step by step, nor did he like to stay in a pigeon cage-like office. So Old John had to agree to him that he could go out at any time.

Of course, in order to avoid not being able to find Old Jesse in an emergency, Old John specially customized this alarm system.

However, before his fingers touched the button, his heartbeat accelerated violently. He felt that the blood in his body seemed to start boiling, and the surrounding scenery began to rotate. As a result, a sensation of nausea and vomiting came, he gradually lost consciousness.

Even so, he tried his best to open his eyelids and looked at the red button unwillingly.

Old John is not a fool. He knew that someone must have attacked the printing shop. He also knew that once this attack succeeded, the mysterious wise man would definitely take his anger on him regardless of whether the printing shop was subject to substantial inspection.

After the printing shop officially opened, John Older was gradually aware of the true identity of the mysterious wise man through the bits and bits of abnormalities. For example, if he wanted his family to travel, he would just tell the destination to the camera and receive a call from the airline in two seconds. On the phone, the airline staff would tell him that because he won the grand prize, he won five luxury cabin tickets. The destination of the ticket was of course the address he just mentioned.

Old John never waited for a red light when he was driving on the road. As long as his old Buick approached the zebra crossing, the red light would flash twice and turn into a green light.

All of this must be the masterpiece of the mysterious wise man. Of course, Old John does not think that the mysterious wise man is helping him.
Chapter completed!