League of Legends

Chapter 132 The Unexpected Enemy
The moment a small window popped up on the computer screen, the entire edge of the screen instantly turned into a flashing red light.

The computer speakers on both sides also made some kind of alarm sound.

someone...

checking me?
Baker frowned, took out the phone from his pocket, and called Gwen, who helped him install the detection system.

After half an hour.

Gwen's shop.

Baker walked in, looked directly at Gwen who was sitting behind the counter and asked, "Have you found out who it is?"

Gwen said helplessly: "Boss, I'm just a hacker, not a psychic, you know that."

Baker looked at Gwen expressionlessly.

This system was installed by Gwen at the time and was used to detect the various states and the federal database.

But when someone tries to query Baker Morton in these databases, the system will automatically detect and issue an alarm.

Gwen took off the lollipop in her mouth, beckoned Baker to the counter, then sat down, pressed her finger on the keyboard a few times and said, "Good guy, who is checking you, FBI, CIA, NSA, NCIS, JCIS . . . dude, even Walmart's membership database has someone typing in your name to look you up."

talking.

Gwen turned her head to look at Baker who was propping up the counter with both hands: "Did you offend someone?"

"I have offended many people."

"Really, it can't be the little leek that you cut off the leek because of a moment of anger and wants to seek revenge from you."

"Can someone with this ability still be called a little leek?"

Although he has a certain reputation in the Wall Street investment circle, every time he makes money, it is enough. Besides, there is that little leek who has the ability to hack into so many systems continuously to query him.

Baker glanced at Gwen as he said, and then said, "Can't you track that whoever located him?"

Gwen said, "IP address?"

"Correct."

"Checked, it's useless."

Gwen looked at Baker: "When you called me, it happened to be the time when he started to clean up his whereabouts online. I only tracked down a springboard he set up in South Korea, and then lost the rest of his trace."

Baker frowned.

The matter with the front foot Hailuo Moulton has just ended, why is Baker Moulton in trouble again?

Identity discovered?

Baker shook his head. If he had been discovered earlier, someone would have gone to Chicago to take his two sisters hostage. How could it be so peaceful.

system error?

Apart from the time of Y[-]K, when so many systems failed collectively, when else.

and……

How could there be a system failure that would invariably enter his name into the query, even Wal-Mart's database?
Baker Morton is people, not code.

That is how the matter?

Gwen looked at Baker with a serious face, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, maybe some hacker who was going to become famous in the first battle accidentally triggered the system alarm when he was about to capture the information in these databases."

"You just said he searched for my name," Baker said.

Gwen shrugged: "You have a good reputation, you are a famous young Wall Street investment rich man. On Wall Street, your reputation is similar to that of Tony Stark."

Baker was slightly taken aback: "Tony Stark?"

Could it be that guy did it?

Could it be that this guy has been holding back for nearly half a year, finally can't bear the money he lost to me at the poker table, and can't snipe me on Wall Street, so he plans to find my information so that he can deal with me?
Baker's eyes lit up.

Although the overall possibility is very low, it is not impossible, otherwise, Baker would not be able to figure out why.

just.

When Baker took out his mobile phone, found Tony Stark's phone, and called directly to inquire, he was denied by Tony Stark.

Baker turned to look at Gwen: "It's not that guy, that guy is basking on the beach in Hawaii right now."

Gwen opened his mouth wide: "Do you have Tony Stark's phone number?"

Baker glanced at Gwen, who seemed to be extremely excited, and said suspiciously: "That guy has such great abilities, I can't even break you straight, but he can?"

For some reason, Baker felt a little jealous.

In addition to being richer than him, that guy is comparable to him in terms of hair color, appearance, height, and temperament?

Gwen looked at Baker and said, "If you were as philandering as Tony Stark, I wouldn't have to worry about not being able to find a girlfriend."

Baker's mouth twitched slightly.

What does it mean?
This means that if I also often seek out the cover girl, she can come over and poke his corner?
Baker took a deep breath, and the jealousy dissipated.

for a long time.

"Okay!" Baker hurriedly brought the topic back to the right track: "Can you find out how much information that guy has read about me?"

Gwen shrugged: "Know your social insurance number, know that you live in New York, know where you live, and you can find this information from the Motor Vehicle Management Bureau."

"That's it?" Beck asked.

Gwen nodded.

Baker frowned and said, "Where's the information from Chicago?"

Gwen smiled and said: "You forgot, when I was working on this system, I had already encrypted your information about Chicago in these databases, unless that guy directly obtained national defense authority, otherwise, the query would not Arrived."

Baker breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't hold any opinion about Gwen's hobbies, but he still believed in Gwen's computer skills.

After a while.

Baker bid farewell and returned to Building 820.

As long as it doesn't involve Chicago, it's not a problem. As long as that person dares to appear in New York, in Manhattan, where Baker is full of scouting guards, if he has even the slightest bit of hostility, the scouting guards will instantly spot him and send a warning signal to Baker.

but……

Just in case, Baker thought about it for a while, and then directly called someone in Chicago.

soon.

A hoarse, smoky middle-aged voice came from inside: "Hello, Hank Boydt, who is it?"

Baker, who was standing on the terrace, took a deep breath: "It's me, Baker Morton, hello, uncle!"

Baker's mother's sister married this Hank Boyett, so yes, uncle.

Hank, who was wearing a leather jacket in his office, walked to the door and glanced at Erin Morton, who was investigating the case. Then, he locked the door and said, "What's the matter?"

Baker said directly: "There is a guy who doesn't know his identity yet, looking up my information in various databases. These days, help me take care of Irene and Nova."

Hank said in a deep voice, "Trouble?"

Baker laughed: "I can solve it myself, just help me take care of my sister and the others."

Done.

Baker hung up the phone.

……

(End of this chapter)