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When Victor heard Jesse's accusation, he raised his head in disbelief.

"Is there evidence...proving that I am related to the intelligence theft case?"

"This is impossible!"

He said categorically:

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Jesse smiled coldly:

"Impossible? Then I will make you understand."

"The intelligence and documents stolen by the Intelligence Bureau were suddenly put up for sale online just two days ago."

"The other party is a highly skilled hacker who has been using various technical means to conceal his identity."

"However, he still kept secrets, and the Intelligence Bureau finally located his mailbox through various clues."

"I think, Mr. Victor, you will feel very familiar when you see this mailbox."

After Jesse finished speaking, he asked the man next to him who was also wearing black clothes and sunglasses to take out a piece of paper from his arms and hand it to Victor.

Victor took the paper without knowing why, and then his expression changed after seeing the contents of the paper.

It was a printout of a computer screenshot. Inside was a mailbox interface, with an email opened in the middle.

The content was about intelligence transactions. What shocked Victor the most was that the content of the letter was clearly written in his tone. Some of the personal language habits and details were exactly the same as his usual writing style.

The most irrefutable thing for him was the address of the sending mailbox.

That was the mailbox he had stolen a few days ago.

"This is a conspiracy!" Victor shouted almost as soon as he saw the paper: "This is definitely a conspiracy! This email is a forgery and was not written by me at all!"

"In fact, this mailbox has been stolen a long time ago. I don't even know the password for this mailbox now, and I can't log in at all!"

Jesse smiled coldly: "Oh, really?"

Victor felt cold in his heart.

Jesse clearly didn't believe him.

"Are you doubting the CIA's ability to do things?"

"Okay, since you're such a tough talker, I'll let you die and understand everything."

"I see you also have a computer here. Didn't your email address get stolen and the password was completely tampered with? Then log in to the email address in front of me now."

"If you can prove it, then everything will be fine."

Jesse's words gave Victor another glimmer of hope.

"Mr. Jesse, you will see that the facts will prove that I was wronged!"

Victor turned on the computer with confidence, then entered the mailbox and began to enter the password.

There was a confident smile on his lips.

You know, just three hours ago, he tried to log into his mailbox, hoping for a miracle to happen.

But without exception, his applications to change his password were rejected because he applied too many times.

This incident once made him extremely depressed, but now it has become his life-saving straw.

"Look, there's nothing I can do..."

The moment Victor pressed the OK button, a smile condensed on his face.

damn it! The login was successful!

Damn hacker, didn't you tamper with my password and block my way to retrieve it? Why did you change it back now?

Victor looked at Jesse sarcastically:

"Mr. Jesse, I think this is a misunderstanding..."

Although everything seems irreparable, Victor still wants to fight to the death.

"Misunderstanding? What about the password you said was stolen? Then how do you log in now?"

"Or..." A dangerous light appeared on Jesse's face: "Or are you just playing tricks on me from beginning to end?"