Chapter 139 No more pretending, I’m showing off my cards

Su Ji pulled the chat history to the bottom.

Then calmly closed the dialog boxes for "Gentleman" and "25%1*33L".

Then he skillfully and casually operated the "gentleman" account.

Soon, the chat history generated by the previous conversation between "Gentleman" and "Odin" was also restored by him.

And this process didn't even require thinking. Su Ji just mobilized some muscle memory and completed it easily.

For Li Zekai, in his eyes, the underlying logic and infrastructure of this black network are like a human body structure that has been seen through. Every skeleton and every blood vessel and meridian within it has nowhere to hide.

If I had to use a slightly more wonderful metaphor to describe it, it would be like returning to my own home.

In short, without much effort, Su Ji successfully responded to the conversation between Zhang Yufan and "Odin".

Odin: I know your secret.

Odin: Someone wants to do the same thing as you, his ID is "25%1*33L".

Odin: Just go ahead and do it, that's just a damn woman.

Gentleman: OK, thank you, Brother Oding.

…

"Brother Oding..."

"You are very spiritual now."

Su Ji silently complained and continued reading.

The next chat also took place after Fang Xiaoxue's death.

Gentleman: This time, thanks to Brother Oding, the matter has been settled.

Odin: You're welcome, you don't have to say such things.

Odin: Because I never do free business.

Gentleman:What do you mean?

Odin: I mean, now it's your turn to express your gratitude.

Gentleman: I understand. What do you need me to do?

Odin: I want you to deal with another person.

Gentleman:Who?

Odin: [The message has been shattered]

Gentleman: Sorry, Brother Oding, I...

Odin: You have no choice.

Odin: Because you know, Odin knows everything.

…

The gentleman did not reply to Odin's message, and the chat ended abruptly here.

The so-called shredded messages are actually similar to the recall function of WeChat, but the shredding effect will clear the records more completely.

This function is obviously a unique design of this dark network. As for the reason, of course everyone understands it.

Once a message that has been sent is destroyed, it becomes almost exponentially more difficult to recover it.

Even a top-level hacker like Li Zekai cannot do it in a short time.

However, Su Ji didn't panic. After calmly taking a sip of Coke, he tapped on the keyboard and started Li Zekai's daily routine.

After almost forty minutes, the time reached close to zero.

Su Ji, who was sitting in front of the computer, heard the sound of her cell phone ringing.

After casually pressing the hands-free button, Zhang Yufan's voice came from inside.

"I'm almost at your house, get ready to go out." Zhang Yufan said.

"OK." Su Ji nodded, "I may not be so fast, or you can come up and sit down later?"

"Ah? That's okay." Zhang Yufan said, "Then just wait for me for five more minutes."

"Yes." Su Ji said.

…

"See you later."

Below the apartment, there is an underground parking garage.

Inside a beautiful Land Rover, Zhang Yufan sat in the driver's seat and slowly put down his cell phone.

"call……"

"call……"

In the quiet carriage, he breathed rapidly to relieve the tension in his heart.

"Damn it."

"This assessment is really torturous..."

Zhang Yufan grabbed the mineral water at hand and drank it in large gulps to moisten his parched body.

Unlike the trainee who played Liang Jiaqing, he did not have as strong self-confidence as the former, nor did he have such a stable psychological quality.

From the beginning to now, his nerves and mood have been tense, and he feels the huge pressure on his face all the time.

He was not good at acting to begin with, and he also lacked experience in role-playing dungeons.

He has been able to play this game all the way up to now, almost entirely because of his strong will and ability to withstand pressure.

But there is no way.

As an excellent player, proficiency in various types of dungeons and spiritual realms is an indispensable basic skill. No matter what kind of challenge he encounters, he must grit his teeth and endure it.

"calm down……"

"You are just about to make the last move now. At this critical moment, you must not let me down..."

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Yufan opened the drawer under the driver's seat and took out a loaded Glock pistol.

This Glock pistol came from a transaction on a dark web platform.

Although its main business is to provide a platform for trading human organs, this darknet also has some other special illegal transactions.

Arms is one of them.

And this Glock pistol is the best-selling weapon on the dark web.

Zhang Yufan's character is not a master who is short of money. He has become so rich since he embezzled public funds. It's no wonder that he is targeted by a scheming bitch like Fang Xiaoxue.

So not long after the game started, Zhang Yufan ordered one for himself, just to prevent accidents like this from happening.

When squeezing the handle of the Glock, Zhang Yufan's hands were trembling slightly.

It's not that he doesn't know how to use firearms. After all, players who can reach this assessment stage already have the basic skills of using firearms as a necessary skill.

He just felt a little scared and panicked for no reason.

There was always an ominous premonition lingering in his mind, like a lingering fog, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

Isn't this guy just a boring programmer who squats at home and types on the keyboard every day?

A dead otaku who lacks exercise and has no strength to control the chicken, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be his opponent.

"So actually I think too much..."

Zhang Yufan comforted himself silently, then took out his cell phone and sent a message to Li Zekai: "I'm here."

I quickly received a reply from Li Zekai: "The door lock password is 462512. You can open the door yourself when you arrive later. I am playing games and may not hear you ring the doorbell."

"OK."

Zhang Yufan took a deep breath, put the Glock into his trouser pocket, pushed the door and got out of the car, walked into the elevator, and photographed the button for the seventh floor.

A minute later, there was a ding-dong sound, and the elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.

Walking along the corridor of the exquisitely decorated apartment, Zhang Yufan quickly found the door number 708.

Leaning sideways behind the door, Zhang Yufan reached for the Glock at his waist with one hand, touched the door handle with the other hand, and activated the smart numeric keypad on it.

Didi didi...

Slowly entered the six-digit password.

Accompanied by a mechanical clicking sound, the door to the apartment room opened.

Since it was a studio apartment, Zhang Yufan could basically see the original appearance of the surroundings at the first glance after walking in.

What came into view was a messy, chaotic and extremely messy room.
To be continued...