The storm of electronic fraud, the day I was deceived into northern Myanmar

The dog farm looked particularly eerie and quiet at night.

Since the campus was divided, the dog park, as part of the East District, has become a place where dogs are punished for pushing.

When I walked into the dog farm, under the dim light, the figures of a dozen people stood out on the empty ground.

Five or six people from the security department stood upright, led by Agui.

The rest were the people brought over by Wang Meng, all with nervous expressions and uneasiness and fear in their eyes.

When Wang Meng saw me coming, he immediately trotted closer, looking nervous.

He pointed at three people not far away and reported the situation to me: "Brother Lei, all three of them may have been exposed to mnemonics."

Among the three people, one had a crew cut, his eyes were flickering, and he looked nervous and scared.

The other was a young man with long hair shawl, with a hint of uneasiness in his expression.

The last man with a hooked nose seemed slightly calmer. He was the secondary person in charge of the ZP coin project.

Wang Meng continued: "It is still unclear who leaked the information."

I looked at these three young people, and my heart was filled with ups and downs.

When they walked over, the three of them stood up straight when they saw me, with different expressions on their faces.

I waved Agui over and said, "You can take care of these three people by yourself. No matter what method you use, you must find out who leaked the mnemonic phrase."

As soon as these words came out, the three guys suddenly became excited. Xiao Pingtou couldn't help but said: "Mr. Yang... I didn't leak the mnemonic phrase..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other two also started begging.

Agui glanced at me hesitantly, and I said coldly: "Why are you still standing there?"

A Gui's movements were quick and decisive, and before long, the three people were firmly tied to the pillar in the center of the dog farm.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and their eyes were begging for mercy.

The atmosphere in the dog farm became heavier, and the eerie night wind was accompanied by several dog barks, making it even more eerie.

A Gui ordered his men to bring several interrogation tools, including electric batons, water pipes and chains.

When the interrogation began, Agui did not take action directly, but first used verbal threats to try to get them to tell the truth.

However, the three people insisted that they were innocent and had not leaked anything.

As time went by, Agui's methods gradually escalated. He first used electric batons to interrogate him. Each electric shock made the person tied to the pillar twist his body in pain, and his screams echoed in the dog farm.

But even under the pain of the electric shocks, the three still insisted on their innocence.

Then, Agui used a water pipe to waterboard them. The cold water kept hitting their heads and bodies. The suffocating feeling made them almost collapse, but they still gritted their teeth and showed no signs of leaking the secret.

Finally, Agui tortured them physically with iron chains. Every time the iron chains hit their bodies, it caused severe pain.

Throughout the interrogation process, I stood aside and watched quietly without any expression on my face.

I have tried at least half of the so-called "Top Ten Tortures in Northern Myanmar" when I was doing dog push.

Even though I look like a normal person now, I still have scars from the past on my body.

The most conspicuous one is the place where someone had previously cut it with a knife.

And my hand, the last time I cut off an arm, it left some sequelae. Every time it rains, I feel a dull pain.

It can be said that nothing about me is intact now.

Every time I take a shower and see those scars, I feel like I'm in a dream, and I don't even know how I survived it.

Perhaps it is precisely because of those experiences that I am now very dissatisfied with Agui's methods.

As time passed by, the dog farm was filled with an aura of pain and fear.

But until the interrogation was over, no valuable information was obtained.

The three were severely tortured, but they all insisted that they were innocent.

Agui came to me with uncertainty in his eyes: "Brother Lei, do you want to continue?"

I pursed my lips, took out the gun from my waist, opened the safety and loaded the gun, and walked over.

When the three people saw me coming, they burst into tears and rancid noses, and kept pleading: "Mr. Yang...it's really not me..."

I ignored him, but raised my gun and shot the little crew chief directly in the thigh.

"boom!"

Along with the sound of gunshots, Little Flathead shouted, and the other two people also shivered in fear.

"I'll give you one more chance now. If you still insist and don't tell me, then it's not my fault."

As I said that, I pointed the gun at the hooked nose. He turned pale with fright, and a stream of yellow urine kept running out of his trousers.

"Mr. Yang...I..."

Before he could finish speaking, I fired a shot directly into the sky.

He was so scared that he closed his eyes tightly and cried: "It's really not me...it's not me...please spare me..."

And just when I was about to pull the trigger again, Changmao, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly said: "It's me! I stole the mnemonic!"

Shaggy's voice was trembling and urgent, and his eyes were full of despair and fear.

Cold sweat fell down his face, and he looked like a cornered rat.

"Is that you?" I stared at him coldly, still not lowering the gun.

Changmao nodded, tears and snot mixed together: "Yes, it's me. I stole the mnemonic..."

"Who asked you to do it?"

He looked hesitant and trembled without making a sound.

I took a deep breath, slowly moved the muzzle of the gun downward, and finally let it go.

The onlookers breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and the atmosphere relaxed slightly.

I asked A Gui to come over and send the other two people to treat the wounds and loosen the long hair.

"Tell me, who asked you to do it?" I asked again.

He didn't dare to look up at me and murmured: "It's...it's the third...the third brother..."

Third brother?

I couldn't help but sneer in my heart: "So, Hu Laosan asked you to do it?"

He nodded.

"How did you steal the mnemonic phrase?"

"Third brother asked me to install a Trojan horse in Manager Wang's computer..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Meng rushed up and kicked him: "Mom!"

Seeing his furious look, I grabbed him and continued to ask Changmao: "So, someone controlled Wang Meng's computer through a Trojan horse and then stole the mnemonic phrase?"

He nodded.

I asked again: "Who designed the Trojan virus?"

"It seems to be Zhou...Zhou Yang."

really!

I knew in my heart that there was only one person in the park who had such ability.

When the park was divided, Zhou Yang was not kept, mainly because of his entangled relationship with Hu Laosan.

Now it seems that letting him return to the West District is also a wrong choice!

It's a pity that this is the end of the matter.

"Treat his injuries, lock him up and keep him safe." I ordered Agui.

Since this guy confessed Hu Laosan, I am not at a loss this time.

I will tell He Hong about this tomorrow. Anyway, there is certification. As for how to deal with the subsequent matters, it is not my concern!