At FBI headquarters, if you ask any employee which FBI department is the most difficult, he will definitely answer: cybersecurity.
Yes!
The Cybersecurity Office is the outlet for all senior executives to vent their anger. Whenever there is any disturbance, they are always the ones who get scolded.
As the head of the network security department, Roger Consius, who is over 40 years old, is not living a happy life. Staying up late for a long time makes him exhausted. Coupled with smoking, alcoholism and caffeine, it is just like the old saying - time is like a knife, life is like a tide, and the hair is bald.
He was feeling bad, and his employees suffered as well. They still hadn't figured out the intrusion incident from a few days ago, and now they made another short video. They thought it was a small insect, but when they stepped on it, a white-browed tiger jumped out.
Roger was getting impatient waiting, "No news yet?"
The subordinate quickly replied, "I just called, they said they encountered some trouble and need time to deal with it."
"how long?"
"No...no."
"A bunch of idiots"
Roger kicked the wall, his face looking as ugly as it could be.
"Emily."
Emily Song, the field agent in charge of the mysterious incident, stepped forward and said, "Captain!"
Roger raised his index finger and said grimly,
"If Luke Xiao dares to say no later, tell him to shut up. I don't want to delay him for another half a minute."
"clear."
Emily nodded and retreated to the corner amidst everyone's strange looks. The FBI has a special department, the Anomalous Affairs Division, which is responsible for supernatural events such as demons and monsters. It is said that the agents of this department are all superhumans with special abilities, and Emily is one of them.
The moment he entered the living room, Luke noticed something strange. The agents' eyes were unfriendly, and their faces were red, as if they were a group of cuckolded housewives who dared not say a word at home and could only act wild outside.
In order to protect his physical and mental health, he decided to change his approach. After a short and violent cough, Luke, holding his chest, walked over to Roger Consius.
"I didn't get enough rest last night, and somehow I caught the flu. I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Before he could finish his words, he quickly covered his mouth and let out a heart-wrenching cough. His cheeks turned red, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs. Roger Consius's eyelids twitched and he stepped back inconspicuously for fear of being stained by his spit.
Influenza is no minor illness. In the United States, up to 10,000 people die from influenza every year, even though there are effective medicines available.
"Are you Luke Xiao, the founder of ShowMe?"
Luke nodded, and with Charlie's help, he sat on the sofa and said weakly, "You are..."
"Roger Consius, here are my credentials."
Charlie took the ID, glanced at it, and nodded.
"It's Mr. Consius."
Luke quickly extended his right hand, very enthusiastically, "Nice to meet you. Speaking of which, this is my first time seeing an FBI agent. Can...can we shake hands?"
Roger twitched the corner of his mouth and said silently,
"Time is running out, let's talk business!"
"Okay… okay!"
Luke awkwardly withdrew his right hand, feeling embarrassed and at a loss, like an innocent citizen being oppressed by officials. Even the air seemed strange.
Roger also knew that his previous behavior was inappropriate. He coughed and took out a document and put it on the table.
"This is the authorization document from the White House. I am requesting your company to assist us in handling the two videos posted on ShowMe at 1 p.m."
"Which two short videos are you talking about?"
"Superman and Batman?"
"So that's them. I saw them too. They're cool guys. I like them. They're heroes."
"You think they're heroes?"
"Isn't it?"
Roger didn't answer the question.
He then asked, "Do you know the impact these two videos have had? They are causing social unrest and sparking panic among the people. The seemingly well-intentioned actions of these two individuals are actually challenging the majesty of the law. Once the Constitution loses its guarantee, who will be responsible for the safety of the people?"
Luke laughed, "You mean they did it wrong."
"No, they didn't. What they did was right and admirable, but these things can only be discussed in private. They can't become the focus of the news, let alone the subject of people's pursuit. It is the Constitution, not superheroes, that protects the people."
"Mr. Consius, you should run for president. If you participate in next year's election, I will definitely vote for you."
Luke sighed sincerely and changed the subject, "So, what do you want me to do?"
Roger leaned forward and asked the most important question.
"Who is the Ghost Guest?"
"The company's social media account."
"Did you send out those two short videos?"
"Yes."
Roger took a deep breath, feeling that he had grasped the key points, and asked hurriedly,
"Where did you get the video from?"
Luke gestured to Charlie, who opened his laptop and accessed his company mailbox. There was an unnamed email on it.
"Three days ago in the afternoon, someone sent me an email and asked me to upload the attached short video to ShowMe. I watched it several times and thought it was very good, so I did it."
An FBI employee took the notebook, checked the information in the email, and then put it in his ear.
"The account was registered four days ago, and the IP address has been manipulated, making it difficult to trace."
Roger nodded calmly, but his hands on his knees clenched into fists. Without the address, he couldn't find the person who sent the email. The clues only went so far.
A strong sense of unwillingness emerged from the bottom of his heart. Roger felt that he was walking into a trap that had been designed long ago, and every step was difficult.
"Mr. Consius, is there anything else? If not, I'd like to go back and rest."
Roger was silent, as if in a daze. At this moment, Emily came up and said something. Emily's face became extremely gloomy. She suppressed her anger and hissed,
"Luke Xiao, don't try to deceive the FBI by pretending to be sick. The price you pay is not something you can afford."
Luke sighed, looking aggrieved.
"What can I do? You guys keep calling everyone, the CIA, the state government, the White House, and what about me? As a law-abiding citizen, what else can I do except pretend to be sick?"
"Still trying to quibble."
Luke shook his head, not wanting to bother with this guy. He turned his gaze to Emily, who had purple hair and purple eyes. When he saw that exotic face, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Such beautiful eyes, such a beautiful person, beautiful sister, what's your name?"
"Emily Song!"
"Oh!" Luke suddenly realized, "It's you."
Emily frowned and said,
"Do you know me?"
"The last person I saw in my previous life was you, but you weren't nearly as pretty back then." Luke stood up, his right hand forward and his left hand behind his back. "Beautiful purple-eyed angel, are you interested in having dinner with me?"
Emily didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It was already this late and this guy was flirting with her.
Roger snorted heavily.
"Luke Xiao, our work is not over yet?"
"Look at my memory. I even forgot important people. Mr. Consius, if you have any other requests, please feel free to ask."
"I want you to take down the video!"
"no problem."
The news of the appearance of superhumans had already spread through various channels, and ShowMe had also gained the desired popularity, so the two short videos were no longer important.
Roger stood up and said coldly, "I'm not just talking about the Ghost Guest account, I'm talking about all ShowMe users."
As soon as the words fell, the smile on Luke's face froze instantly.
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