Live Wilderness Adventure

Chapter 752 Nine Outs and Thirteen Returns

What spam?

Carrying a shotgun and preparing for today's hunt, Mugalen took out his mobile phone and found an email from someone who didn't know. When he clicked on it, it was so colorful that it almost blinded his eyes.

Mugalen, whose brain was polluted, cursed secretly: The damn operator sold my information again!

After speaking, Mu Jialun deleted the email, put the phone back into his pocket, hummed an unknown song and closed the car door.

An alley in Los Angeles.

Bi Fang who sent the email waited for a while, but did not get the expected response.

Yao Jun scratched his head beside him: Is it really possible?

Wait a little longer, maybe he doesn't have his mobile phone with him. Bi Fang hesitated for a while, but chose to continue waiting.

Mu Jialun is not his own licking dog, and he will not respond in seconds to a message on QQ, let alone an email.

No matter how carefully occultists try to cover their tracks, any exchange of digital information runs the risk of a security breach.

Therefore, professionals will adopt a multi-pronged approach to ensure their own information security.

Various layers of encryption for messages sent via anonymous networks or fake e-mail addresses are just the first step.

Where spies once hid tiny photographs of information on the head of a pin, today they enclose text documents inside digital images that can only be revealed when decompressed.

Before writing information, Bi Fang pasted an insignificant image into a text document, then typed sensitive information above or below the image, and changed the font color to white to further enhance security.

Then, when the message is sent, the image file size will be a cover for the extra space taken up by the text.

The reason for choosing Mugalen is that the other party is not only an ordinary person, but also a special soldier. He should have his own vigilance for such a method of message transmission, and it is easier to find out.

After one hour.

Holding the camera, the photographer felt his hand was a little sore. After putting it down, he took out a piece of bread from his backpack and gnawed on it, and handed it to Sean beside him.

After Yao Jun's persuasion and Bi Fang's search of his own deeds, Xiao En finally dispelled his doubts and got together with everyone.

The reason why they didn't leave right away was because everyone discovered that Sean actually had his own bank card!

Although there is no money in it, it is also an important way to transfer the borrowed money to your hands.

Not all homeless people are evil. Sean graduated from high school with honors, and then studied economics at Yale University to obtain a bachelor's degree, during which time he won several scholarships.

After graduation he worked in banking on Wall Street. Later, he went to Hollywood and founded his own photography and film company, achieved small success in his career, and even bought his own real estate in Silver Lake.

But looking at Sean's appearance at this time, he knew that he had encountered setbacks since then.

The life that was originally going smoothly, but encountered a breakdown in the partnership. Soon, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. The successive blows took a huge toll on his body and mind.

After several moves, he lived in his own car. Then the car was lost too.

The soaring housing prices made Sean completely join the tent camp, and he couldn't even live in the park, because the showers here would be sprayed regularly, not for watering, but to disperse homeless people.

Until now, he has been grabbed by the duo of Bi Fang and Yao Jun.

Man, your life is really wonderful. The photographer admired.

It's all over. Sean smiled, happily nibbling on the bread given by the photographer.

This is his first meal of the day.

Fortunately, the duo of Bi Fang is not a real criminal, and this state is not bad. Whether it is buying a mobile phone or helping to transfer money to complete the game, they can get their own rewards.

No matter how bright the sun is in Los Angeles, it will cast shadows at the corners of the city.

The homeless are another side of the city that lingers, both as a phenomenon and as an individual.

They walk through the shadows of the city at different paces, urbanites look sideways, and mainstream voices keep secret.

Yet under the dome, this group, in their own way, lives in symbiosis with the city.

Everyone was a little bored waiting.

I think he may have seen it, but he didn't take it seriously. Do you want to try again?

Another hour later, Yao Jun also gnawed on the toast. There was no squirrel meat as the filling today, and it tasted dry and oily.

Okay, then send it again.

Bi Fang thought about it, and thought it might be a problem with the content. He shook his thumb, thought for a while, logged on to Twitter, browsed for a while, selected a photo of a well-known sexy blogger, and posted it.

Yao Jun blocked his throat with an old gulp, his eyes exclaimed: You are really a fucking genius.

Cough cough.

The male present couldn't help but shift his gaze and lowered his head slightly.

Hey, the harvest is full!

Mugalen tied the prey to a rope, pulled it to the car, and then took out the mobile phone that suddenly vibrated, showing dissatisfaction, Why is it spam again, damn it, this.

Mugalen wanted to delete again, and then block the other party, but this time, he hesitated for a moment, and his eyes stayed a few times, and just these few times, he found something different

There seems to be words under the picture?

After attracting attention, the rest is simple. Mugalen has been trained and knows how to check it correctly, and he quickly read the entire message.

Read the content.

fraud?

No, it can't be a liar. A liar can't be so professional. He has never learned this kind of technique himself, but it is very useful after thinking about it carefully.

That's true?

After thinking about it, Mugalen decided to check back first.

Citizens with sensitive lives often want to reduce some of their electronic footprints by sharing email accounts with those close to them.

They don't send and receive email from these accounts, but keep their communications safe by saving drafts of emails back and forth and reviewing them individually, so there's never any potentially alarming traffic.

Mugalen is not one of them. Although he is distressed that his information is often leaked, it is not to this extent, but he knows that if what the other person said is true, then he should do so.

After a round of simple information exchange, Mugalen finally confirmed that the other party was indeed Bi Fang.

Obviously, Bi Fang needs his help now!

Rare thing.

Mugalen was very excited. After thinking for a while, he typed in the email:

I heard that you have a thing in Huaxia called 'Nine Outs and Thirteen Returns'?

Where the hell did you learn these things?

Bi Fang breathed a sigh of relief, typed quickly, and clicked send.

Get out! Make money! Hurry up!