I Have A Super USB Drive

In the middle of the night, in the wealthy coastal area of ​​Cape Town, a private manor as luxurious as a royal palace reveals a strange silence.

Just like a heavily guarded palace, with a post at three steps and a post at five steps, dozens of bodyguards in black are tirelessly patrolling the huge manor, vigilant against every disturbance.

In the heart of the private manor, in the most heavily guarded bedroom, a scrawny, haggard-faced man was falling asleep on the bed, without the brilliance of the past.

It was Dlamini who had lost a lot of weight.

If he used to be a lion, then after that kidnapping incident, he became a brutal and suspicious jackal.

In the past three months, Dlamini's temperament has changed greatly, from the scheming of the past to the frequent beating and scolding of his subordinates, and even a few of his cronies were tied to sacks and sunk into the sea because of some unimportant fault.

He lost weight almost visibly to the naked eye. His originally strong body gradually became hunched, and his complexion was as pale as frost. Now, let alone fifty years old, even if he was seventy years old, some people believed him.

Everyone found that Dlamini has changed. Now he is afraid of the cold and light, and has a strong sense of insecurity. He doesn't even go out, and just shuts himself up in his manor all day to deal with affairs.

At this time, Dlamini was sleeping on the wide oak bed, the room was lit with soothing agarwood, but the frowning brows showed that he was not sleeping peacefully at this time.

"Ding, task release prompt!"

Suddenly, a cold mechanical female voice broke into Dlamini's mind. In an instant, Dlamini opened his eyes, and endless bloodshots filled them in vain.

"you again!"

Dlamini narrowed his pupils and murmured in a low voice.

At this time, he was not as embarrassed as the first time he heard this voice. After all, he was a hero in control of life and death. Three months was enough for him to prepare for this matter.

I saw him take a deep breath, and then said coldly, "Tell me!"

"The number gamma20220001, you have received the task from the number sigma05, please turn on the computer to check it within half an hour."

"turn on computer?"

Dlamini was silent for a while. He didn't turn on the light, but walked to the desk in the dark to turn on the power of the laptop, "Then what?"

"drop!"

However, before Dlamini could finish his question, the screen of the computer that had just started up suddenly went black, and the original interface of the computer turned into a black and red pattern.

Dlamini narrowed his eyes, reached for the table, and finally pulled out a pair of reading glasses and put them on his eyes.

Only then did he see the pattern on the computer clearly.

It was a black and red circular pattern, or a logo.

In the logo, it consists of two hands that are about to touch and a blood-red background.

The two hands are located on either side of the logo. At this moment, the left hand is hanging down slightly, and the right hand is sticking out the index finger, and it seems that the two fingers will touch in the next moment.

The pattern, both in structure and location, reminds Dlamini of the fresco in the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican.

A fresco called Genesis.

The hand on the left represents the human Adam, and the hand on the right represents the God Jehovah.

However, unlike the mural, the hand representing God on the logo is not human, but a mechanical structure.

Seeing this scene, Dlamini suddenly realized that this logo was the symbol of that mysterious organization.

"Mr. Dlamini."

But just as Dlamini sighed, a person's voice suddenly sounded on the computer.

"Who!"

Dlamini trembled, and subconsciously tensed, but then relaxed again,

Just a little incredulous, "Who are you, and how did you break into my computer?"

"We met, Mr. Dlamini."

However, the hoarse voice with a young voice said such a paragraph.

Hearing this sentence, Dlamini's pupils shrank, and he instantly thought of that dark and bloody living room, that cheap and inferior hotel...

It was a nightmare he didn't want to recall.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Dlamini, I'll formally introduce myself."

But unlike that day, the owner of the voice did not make fun of him at this time, but said solemnly, "I belong to the 'God Forbidden Zone' organization, a member of the Disciple Council, number 05, you can call me—"

"Judas."

Judas?

Dlamini sucked in a breath of air. The amount of information in this sentence is so huge that it exploded. God's forbidden area, the council of disciples, the number, and Judas...

What kind of organization have you been involved in?

"Mr. Dlamini, your current status is a downline of my development. Originally, you belonged to the lowest delta level of the organization, but because you successfully completed the A-level task distributed by the organization three months ago, Therefore, it was exceptionally upgraded to gamma level."

The voice said slowly, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified as your mentor, and I didn't teach you what to do right away, so I'm determined to give you a compensation."

After a pause, the voice added, "Of course, you can also choose to refuse."

offline? compensate?

Dlamini only felt his mouth dry. He wanted to curse at the voice, but reason stopped him in time. He had to swallow the grief in his heart and asked again in a hoarse voice, "In this Before that, can I get to know this organization in your mouth?"

"Of course."

The voice paused, and then said, "Our God's Forbidden Zone is a group of people who are committed to the pursuit of longevity and even immortality, and they are gathered together. The members involve the entire federation, whether it is Europe, America or the East, or here, there are ours. trace."

As the voice spoke, Dlamini suddenly saw the computer screen change and a document appeared, "I have sent you the organization manual, but please don't try to print or record it in other ways, otherwise you know that what happened."

The voice did not contain a hint of warning tone, but Dlamini, who heard this sentence, shuddered, touched the back of his neck subconsciously, and his face turned pale.

The other party said it was a document, but it was actually a long agreement, which included the precautions of the God Forbidden Area Organization and the introduction of the God chip.

It was only now that Dlamini knew for the first time what the hell was in the wound on his neck...

"God chip, a biological brain that assists human work and life, you can say that it is a kind of technological revolution, a new generation of human intelligent assistance system; you can use it to record everything you see in front of you, and when you need it Let it stream the video to you over the network."

"At the same time, it can connect to the network anytime, anywhere, query any knowledge for you, or guide you what to do when you encounter problems."

"Even when you are in distress, it can automatically call the police, or take over your body, escape for you or kill your opponent."

"These functions will be opened step by step as your level in the organization increases..."

"This is the God chip."

The voice said lightly, "Now you should understand, we chose you, this is not a misfortune, maybe this is the opportunity for your real rise."

Finally, the voice suddenly lowered its voice and said, "Mr. Dlamini, do you want to be the next Mandela?"

Dlamini's pupils shrank.