chsdbacks Chapter 858: Finally I feel involved
Chapter 858: Finally I feel involved
Kava gradually slowed his pace, switching from a sprint to the rapid and stealthy movements of a race walker.
Vodka also tried to imitate awkwardly, and his funny gesture made several passing passengers laugh.
Kava had no time to care about the embarrassment brought by Vodka. His whole world at this moment was focused on the back of the man in the blue suit in front of him.
His heart was beating wildly and his adrenaline was surging - this was the closest he had ever been to the legendary man!
The other party seemed unaware.
The distance was getting closer. In the command center, the technicians stared intently at the screen, where the figure of "Baijiu" continued to walk slowly.
Kava suddenly approached from behind, grabbed the man in the blue suit, and stared at him fiercely: "Too bad, you're arrested! Now-"
"Hmm?" Kava's brows instantly furrowed.
"Hey! Who are you? Let me go! You got the wrong person?!" The face that was forcibly turned around was a completely unfamiliar one, full of fear.
The man was obviously frightened by the sudden attack. As he watched more and more people with unfriendly faces surrounding him, his fear was beyond words.
"Who are you? What are you going to do to me?" The man raised his hands cooperatively, his voice trembling, "I... I'm telling you, I didn't evade taxes!"
Kava didn't give up easily. He reached out and roughly rubbed and touched the man's face, checking for any signs of disguise.
This outrageous operation completely confused the man.
"What's going on? Why are you touching my face? Excuse me... are you guys from which filming crew?"
The man even felt a little itchy from being touched, and laughed awkwardly, "Hahaha! Stop it! Cut it out, it's really itchy!"
A few drops of saliva slid uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.
Kava became more and more violent, and the strength of his hands increased accordingly, almost tearing the other person's face, and even rudely inserted his fingers into the other person's mouth to check, while the other hand grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it violently!
"Hey! What the hell are you doing! Are you crazy? You bastard!" The man was completely enraged and struggled hard.
"It's not him." Kava finally gave up and clenched his fists tightly. A strong sense of humiliation of being teased surged in his heart, which made him extremely angry.
"Fuck you...white wine." He cursed viciously under his breath, then spat on the ground in disgust, "Fuck!"
"Sir, don't get excited. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Vodka immediately used his sturdy body to block the man who wanted to rush up to argue, and pressed the other's shoulders with both hands to try to comfort him.
"It's definitely him!" The command center's voice came from the headset with extraordinary firmness. They firmly believed in the system's judgment that what was displayed on the screen was indeed the identification signal of white wine.
"I've told you several times! This isn't him!" Kava growled into the headset, feeling extremely aggrieved. He had clearly verified it with his own hands!
"The system shows that the facial recognition matching degree is as high as--" Before the command center finished speaking, the image on the screen suddenly flashed, and the face of "Baijiu" instantly switched to the real facial features of the unfortunate man!
All members of the command center were stunned for a moment!
A chill ran down their spines - the system they were so proud of and had spent five years building had been tampered with silently!
There is an invisible and highly technical "big hand" manipulating everything behind the scenes!
"No way... Tell me there's something wrong with the system..." A technician muttered to himself, his worldview almost collapsing.
They would rather believe that there was a fatal bug in the system than accept that the hard work of hundreds of people was so easily manipulated by an unknown hacker.
In the crowded command room, a silent victory.
"How did you do that?" McAllen gave him an almost worshipful look, sincerely impressed by Lao Hei's skills.
"You have to remember this, McAllen." Old Black gently placed a finger in front of his lips, signaling him to keep a low profile. His voice was very low and calm without a trace of ripples.
As if it were just a trivial matter.
"There's no system that a 'ghost hacker' can't break into."
After saying that, his fingers danced lightly on the keyboard again.
The surveillance footage on the screen then switched and locked onto another unrelated passenger.
"Ding!" The system once again issued a crisp prompt sound indicating a successful match - this time it was a Middle Eastern man wearing a traditional white robe.
The command center didn't even take the time to confirm, and almost reflexively reported to the action team: "We found the target!"
"Where is it?! Tell me the location!" Kava's angry voice almost tore the earphone apart.
"He... he's at Terminal 5, Gate 5." The staff at the command center swallowed hard, prepared to be scolded.
"Shit..." Kava moved his neck violently, making a clicking sound. "This is at the other end of the airport! Damn you, Baijiu!"
Filled with anger and frustration, he once again led the team in the wrong direction like a headless fly.
On the second floor of the airport, overlooking the entire situation.
Little did they know that the real liquor was leisurely strolling in the corridor on the second floor.
Through the spotless French windows, he calmly watched the Cava group running around like headless flies downstairs, as if he were watching a drama.
At the same time, he also noticed the familiar figure, "I didn't expect...even you are here, Vodka."
"Baijiu," Lao Hei's steady voice came from the headset, "They have been led to Terminal 5. You can now go freely here."
"Thank you, Lao Hei." Baijiu raised the frame of his sunglasses.
Through the special AR lens, a clear indicator cursor is flashing not far away - the distance to the key is less than fifteen meters.
"I saw the buyer." His eyes were fixed in one direction, and his pace remained calm.
"I saw it too." Lao Hei looked at the image presented by the white wine glasses, and a middle-aged Mediterranean man automatically appeared on the left.
"His name is Otto Blogger and he's a Swiss citizen."
"He's connecting to Whitney now, and will be taking flight 1031 in thirty minutes."
"Okay." Baijiu nodded. "McCallum, you shouldn't be playing games, right? If you are, that's fine. Please help me get a plane ticket now."
"Alright, Liquor Team Leader." Macallan rolled up his sleeves, apparently having been waiting for a long time. "Finally, I feel like I'm participating!"