Chapter 749: Nine Out and Thirteen Back
“What spam?”
Carrying a hunting rifle and preparing for today's hunting, Mugalen took out his mobile phone and found an email from someone unknown. He opened it and saw the colorful emails that almost blinded his eyes.
Mugalen, whose brain was polluted, cursed inwardly: "The damn operator sold my information again!"
After saying that, Mugalen deleted the email, put his phone back into his pocket, hummed an unknown song, and closed the car door.
An alley in Los Angeles.
Bifang, who sent the email, waited for a long time but did not get the expected response.
Yao Jun scratched his head beside him: "Is it really possible?"
"Let's wait a little longer. Maybe he doesn't have his phone with him." Bifang hesitated for a moment, but still chose to continue waiting.
Mugalun is not his dog. He won’t reply to a message on QQ immediately, let alone an email.
No matter how carefully anonymizers cover their tracks, any exchange of digital information carries the risk of security breaches.
Therefore, professionals will adopt a multi-pronged approach to ensure the security of their information.
Information sent via anonymous networks or fake email addresses is encrypted in various layers, and this is just the first step.
Where once spies hid microscopic photos of information in the head of a pin, today they enclose text documents in digital images that can only be revealed when unzipped.
Before writing a message, Bifang pastes an innocuous image into a text document, then types sensitive information above or below the image and changes the font color to white to further enhance security.
Then, when the message is sent, the image file size will be a cover-up, disguising the extra space taken up by the text.
The reason for choosing Mugalen is that in addition to the fact that he is an ordinary person, he has also served as a special forces soldier. He should be alert to this way of transmitting information and be more likely to discover it.
One hour later.
The photographer felt his hands a little sore as he held the camera. He put it down, took out a piece of bread from his backpack and started eating it, then passed it to Sean who was standing beside him.
After Yao Jun's persuasion and Bifang's search for his own deeds, Sean finally dispelled his doubts and joined everyone.
The reason why they didn't leave immediately was because everyone discovered that Sean actually had a bank card of his own!
Although there is no money in it, it is also an important way to transfer the borrowed money into your hands.
Not all homeless people are vicious. Sean graduated from high school with honors and went on to earn a bachelor's degree in economics from Yale University, where he received several scholarships.
After graduation, he worked in the banking industry on Wall Street. Later, he went to Hollywood and founded his own photography and film company, achieved some success in his career, and even bought his own property in Silver Lake.
But looking at Sean's appearance at this moment, you can tell that he has encountered setbacks since then.
His life was going smoothly, but his partnership broke down. Soon after, his mother was diagnosed with cancer. The successive blows took a huge toll on him both physically and mentally.
After several moves, he lived in his car. Then he lost it.
The soaring housing prices have forced Sean to join the tent camp completely. He can't even live in the park because the showers here will be sprayed at regular intervals, not for watering, but to disperse the homeless.
Until now, he has been "conscripted" by the duo of Bifang and Yao Jun.
“Dude, you have a really wonderful life,” the photographer admired.
"It's all over." Sean smiled and happily ate the bread given by the photographer.
This is his first meal of the day.
Fortunately, the Bifang duo are not real criminals, so this situation is pretty good. Whether they buy mobile phones or help transfer money to complete the game, they can get their rewards.
No matter how bright the sunshine is in Los Angeles, it will cast a shadow at the corner of the city.
Homeless people are the lingering other side of this city. They are a phenomenon as well as individuals.
They walk at different paces in the shadows of the city, urbanites look at them with sidelong glances, and the mainstream voices are also secretive.
However, under the dome, this group coexists with the city in their own way.
Everyone was getting a little bored waiting.
"I think he might have seen it, but didn't take it seriously. How about trying again?"
Another hour later, Yao Jun also started to eat toast. There was no squirrel meat as filling today, so it tasted a bit dry and without any oil.
"Okay, then resend it."
Bifang thought about it and felt that it might be a problem with the content. He shook his thumb, thought for a moment, logged into Twitter, browsed for a while, selected a photo of a well-known sexy blogger, and posted it.
Yao Jun's throat was blocked with a mouthful of grumbles, and his eyes were filled with amazement: "You really are a genius."
“Ahem.”
The men present couldn't help but shift their gazes and lowered their heads slightly.
…
“Hey, what a great harvest!”
Mugalen strung the prey on a rope and pulled it to the car. Then he took out his cell phone which suddenly vibrated and said with dissatisfaction, "Why is it another spam email? Damn... Shit, this..."
Mugalen wanted to delete it again and then block the other party, but this time, he hesitated for a moment and lingered on it for a few more times. During these few times, he found something different...
There seems to be text under the picture?
After attracting attention, everything else was easy. Mugalen had been trained and knew how to check it correctly, so he quickly saw the entire message.
Finish reading the content.
fraud?
No, he can't be a liar. A liar can't be so professional. He hasn't even learned this method himself, but if you think about it carefully, it's very useful.
So is that true?
After thinking about it, Mugalen decided to go back and check first.
Many citizens who live more sensitive lives often want to reduce their electronic footprints and therefore often share email accounts with those close to them.
They don't use these accounts to send or receive emails, but keep their communications secure by saving drafts of emails back and forth and reviewing them separately, so there's never any potential traffic that could cause alarm.
Mugalen was not one of them. Although he was troubled by the frequent leaks of his information, it was not to this extent. However, he knew that if what the other party said was true, then he should do this.
After a simple round of information exchange, Mugalen finally confirmed that the other party was indeed Bifang.
It was obvious that Bifang needed his help now!
It's a rare thing.
Mu Jialun was quite excited. After thinking for a moment, he typed on the email:
"I heard that you Chinese have something called 'Nine Out and Thirteen Back'?"
Where the hell did you learn this stuff?
Bifang held his breath, typed quickly, and clicked send.
"Get lost! Send me money! Quickly!"
