[Comprehensive British and American] Hacker company in operation

As everyone knows, the number one in the car is not easy.

On the surface, the tramp who snatches the pickup is decisive and resolute, but on Rosie's screen, his frightened bubbles are already swiping.

The tramp's only skill is "begging", and No. [-] can't drive.

Rosie is nineteen years old and originally planned to learn to drive in the summer vacation, but her current understanding of driving comes from games.

In the frantic manipulation of the two, at least they drove straight forward.Rosie was very aware of her abilities. At the beginning, the car was not fast enough to seduce the two debt collectors who went upstairs, giving them the illusion that they could snatch the car back after chasing it.

With two minds, Rosie was relieved to see Hongfa and Mohigan chasing to the bottom of the building from the window, and asked No. [-] to choose a direction with fewer pedestrians, and gradually accelerated.

She can also move the camera at this time to see what's on the car—

There is a .35 Magnum pistol directly under the driver's seat. It is powerful but has a strong recoil. A black jacket is thrown on the co-pilot. There are two black suitcases in the back seat. While driving, one of the suitcases The lock was shaken open, and Rosie saw the overlapping flowers and greens at a glance: "A box of US dollars?"

This box is about one or two million. No wonder those two people are chasing after them. Rosie is slightly relieved. This means that no matter what, those two people will definitely catch up, so she doesn't have to worry about speed anymore.

The map showed that the car was heading uptown, but Rosie wasn't sure where the debt collector was. He had already disappeared from the window. If it was Rosie herself, she would definitely choose to take a taxi.

"Someone called the police when No. 2 broke the car," Rosie's subordinates kept moving, and the camera turned left and right. About a minute or two later, a police car on patrol approached from the end of the road, "...Here we come!"

Interestingly, the Clinton district, also known as Hell's Kitchen, had the highest crime rate in Manhattan, but it was not until the uptown area with good law and order that the patrol car that should have appeared a long time ago appeared.

Unfortunately, distraction is distraction. In order to avoid a tank truck, the pickup truck turned a corner and rushed towards the Manhattan Museum of Art in the next second. There were not only three or two pedestrians at the entrance of the museum, but also scattered tourists. Middle school students who seem to be talking about something together.

Rosie's heartbeat missed half a beat, and she immediately let number one whistle loudly. The sound seemed to wake up the people around her, but a boy carrying a schoolbag behind him didn't seem to be able to react. Fortunately, at the last moment, he staggered and pushed He grabbed the front of the car and almost avoided the crazy pickup truck by wiping it.

The pickup truck crashed into the museum wall.

There were exclamations one after another, the siren was getting closer, No. 35 hit the airbag, stretched his hand down in a daze, and held the .[-].

Rosie, who didn't have the chance to learn how to drive, naturally didn't have the chance to learn guns either. Her understanding of guns still comes from games.

——However, she only needs to know not to point the gun at herself.

A man like a homeless man jumped out of the car grabbing a black suitcase, and then two shots were fired.

"boom--"

The people around stepped back instantly, creating a semi-vacuum circle.

"boom--"

The police car was squeezed out of the crowd, and Rosie found an anxious red-haired man and Mohawk in the crowd.

No. [-] hid behind the car, using the car body as a cover.

So far, he has not pointed his gun at the crowd, but has shot at the sky.

However, Rosie switched to a close-up and noticed that the homeless man who couldn't shoot at all frowned and his expression turned slightly pale—probably his hand was injured by the recoil.

"Ahem, put down the gun and surrender immediately," the NYPD police officers were still squeezed outside by the crowd, but their amplified voices had already passed, "Surrender now, you still have a chance, the surveillance has captured your appearance , there is no point in running or hurting people, repeat—”

"Surrender now! Surrender now!"

"Has the surveillance captured it?" Rosie squeezed her sore fingers, "That's good."

The next second, the crowd let out an exclamation.

A large handful of hundred-dollar bills was scattered from the back of the car, like green butterflies flying.

Dollar bills fluttered one after another, the police detective frowned, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, and sure enough, at the next moment, there was another big handful, all of these bills fell on the ground, but there were more floating into the crowd, then The middle-aged police detective was stunned for a moment, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie: "Dispel the onlookers, hurry up—"

It was too late, more banknotes and a gun were thrown out, and then, a man's slightly crazy voice: "My gun!"

The voice sounded like a young and middle-aged man, matching the age of the suspect, and the onlookers thought so too. They instinctively felt that the crazy suspect had even thrown out the gun, that is, he had no weapon in his hand, and the underground, Lots of banknotes are flying in the sky.

When the first person made a move, the others couldn't help it.

The gun was kicked aside by someone, the police detective frowned, and immediately asked the police officers to seal off the scene, what a coincidence——

The two debt collectors of the Irish Mafia, the red-haired man and Mohegan, wanted to leave when they found out that something was wrong, but they hesitated. They decided to stay and take a look at the development of the situation, but they were both stopped here.

There are not enough people to lock the scene, but most people are grabbing money. The detective stepped forward and kicked open the car door.

The car was empty except for another black suitcase in the back seat.

He froze for a moment, at this time a boy with blond hair seemed to be picking up money under the car, he was wearing a dark jacket, had a dirty face and beautiful blue eyes, he seemed to be taken aback , stuffed two dollar bills into his pants pocket, turned around and wanted to run.

The boy was about the same age as the middle-aged police detective's son, and the police detective stopped him: "Wait, kid!"

The boy seemed to be even more frightened, and subconsciously pressed his hands on the money pocket. The police detective was very experienced, and he could tell at a glance that he hadn't picked up much. Han is even worse.

Detective: "Don't go, kid. Did you see the people in the car? Take it easy, I don't care what you did."

It's only two hundred dollars, and there has been a mess here, and the police detective guessed that the money would not be recovered, and it was not his responsibility at all.

The boy seemed slightly relieved, begging for mercy: "Sir, I didn't see anything...can I go?"

He stepped back in small steps, his body trembling slightly, and bumped into those middle school students. At this moment, a red shadow flashed across the sky, and then there was a "pop".

A person in a red and blue tights landed on the roof of the car, and the white spider silk that was ejected suddenly separated the fiercest contenders, and there were exclamations from around——

"Spiderman!"

"It's Spider-Man!"

Appearing here is Spider-Man!

Spiderman, a young superhero who appeared in New York, some people speculate that he is not even 18 years old, this big boy covers the whole New York, but more haunts in Queens, unlike other superheroes who are inaccessible, he is more like It's your friendly neighbor.

He has the ability similar to a spider, wears a uniform made by himself, swings between tall buildings, punishes evil and promotes good, or just does some trivial things.

Although there are quite a few people who are hostile or hate Spider-Man, but...most New Yorkers don't hate or even worship this young man.

Spider-Man greeted everyone lively, the two "eyes" on the hood zoomed in and out, as if he was observing something, then he nodded to the police detective, jumped off the roof, and slowly lifted the pickup truck with both hands. rise--

However, at this time, the middle school students were discussing another topic instead: "Who saw Peter?"

"Did you see Peter? God, where did he go? Nothing happened to him, did he?"

These students came to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art together with the class. Peter, Peter Parker, was their classmate. It seemed that Peter disappeared when the chaos happened just now.

Although I really want to stay and watch Spider-Man, the missing classmates seem to be more important. The police detective noticed that the middle school students intend to leave, and nodded slightly, but did not stop—anyway, a chestnut-haired middle-aged man will not suddenly become A middle school student brimming with youth, and the boy with blond hair and blue eyes also mixed in with several people and walked out quietly.

The police detective felt a little sympathy for the boy and chose to turn a blind eye.

"I found the license plate number, it belongs to the forces in Hell's Kitchen..." At this time, the subordinate happened to come to him and reported, "It's the car of the Irish Mafia."

"Hmph." The detective snorted coldly.

The middle school students were so anxious about their friends that they didn't pay attention to the boy following them. The boy followed them a few steps before stepping aside and turning into a small alley not far from the museum.

At this point, the bubbles above No. [-]'s head finally became less.

—The blond boy, also known as Tramp One.

If the detectives were more careful, they might have found that the homeless boy's wrists were trembling slightly because of the recoil of the gun.

Before throwing out the gun, Rosie clicked on the [Vagabond No. [-]] personal interface, and selected "Modify" in the face pinch.

[Complete face pinching, confirm to consume [Job Advertisement: Tramp] x1 to overwrite the current pinching face? 】

[Successfully covered]

[Current remaining [Job Advertisement: Tramp] x3]

Then, after the commotion of the crowd, Number One, wearing the old jacket on the passenger's back, climbed out from under the car, which looked like he was going to pick up money from under the car.

Relying on his youthful face, No. [-] managed to get out of the encirclement.

However, Rosie did not let him leave immediately.

The noise of the police is not small, and can be heard in the alley. She first arranged for No. [-] to rummage through the trash can, and let her active brain rest for a while.

Next, she has to continue to pay attention to the follow-up progress.

But... as long as this "usury" is not repaid, as long as the IOU and the Irish Mafia are still there, she will not be really safe.

"We should think of a way to acquire new skills... How can a hacker not have any hacking skills?"

As for how to do it, she already had an idea.

No. [-] rummaged through the trash can, found a beige jacket with black ink on the corners, threw the black jacket into the trash can to destroy the evidence, and found a nearly new schoolbag.

【It seems a little familiar...】

The file on the right was automatically dug out, opened the file of a passer-by who could no longer pass by, and identified the original owner of the schoolbag, the boy who was mentioned in the middle school students' chat, Peter Parker.

There are even two photos in the file, which were identified and recorded by No. [-] "human eye camera". One is standing on the front of the car and was almost scratched, and the other is standing behind the crowd with a hurried and anxious face. .

Did the kid leave in a hurry?Then why throw your schoolbag in the trash can?

Rosie was about to let No. [-] continue to search, when she heard a "snap", the young Superhero, Spider-Man, just landed at the end of the alley.

Seeing No. [-], he was obviously taken aback, and raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something.

However, Rosie glanced at him, manipulated No. [-] to find a few clean cans from the trash can, stuffed them into the schoolbag, and ran past Spider-Man with the schoolbag in her arms.

If he can show up, it means that the work of the police has come to an end, and we have to go and check the situation quickly.

——Superheroes don’t always snatch things picked up by homeless people, do they?