Tokyo Police

Lin Xiu opened the Tor browser proficiently, and then quickly found the correct entrance to the Black Death website.

"Okay, Mr. Eisenberg, now enter your account and password, right?"

As soon as Lin Xiu finished speaking, he put the notebook in front of Green Poison.

Green Poison raised his hands and hesitated for a while, then he quickly and skillfully tapped on the keyboard a few times, and then pressed the Enter key.

"Sorry, this user does not exist!"

"Damn it!"

Sean patted the table angrily, and then said angrily.

"Mr. Eisenberg, you now know that DPJ is determined to get rid of you! It seems that your administrator account has been cancelled!"

Lin Xiuyi leaned back in his chair angrily. Originally, with the attitude of giving it a try, he wanted Eisenberg to use the account of Green Poison to enter the backstage of the Black Death and directly copy the data. But obviously, DPJ cancelled the account of Green Poison one step earlier. In this way, Lin Xiuyi could only use Green Poison's email records to find some user information, and then use it to threaten DPJ.

"It doesn't matter, I still have an account that DPJ doesn't know about. I used this account to transfer money from the Black Death before!"

Saw the disappointed application of two police officers. Eisenberg hurriedly confessed to the two that he still had an account. As soon as these words came out, Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but glance at Lu Po.

"You're pretty smart, you actually know how to leave a back door for yourself?"

Sean sat up straight in surprise and said to Eisenberg with great anticipation.

"This is also a back door that I really have no choice but to leave for myself. At that time, I thought that if something happened that day and I fell out with DPJ, I would leave a back door where I could steal some money from DPJ from time to time. Use it, after all, there are so many users on the Black Death, and Bitcoin can be divided into 100 million shares, a little loss for each person will not attract the attention of DPJ..."

As Eisenberg said that, his hands were not idle at all. He skillfully typed his other account on the keyboard, and soon, an interface that Lin Xiuyi had never entered before appeared in front of everyone.

"This...is this the background system of the Black Death?"

Lin Xiuyi said excitedly, it looked like Ali Baba who found the robber's treasure.

"Yes, it seems that DPJ only came to erase the account of Green Poison, but didn't notice the backdoor I secretly left behind. Well, all you want is here, user information, transaction information, and capital transaction records. Everything you can take away..."

Eisenberg looked at the website in front of him with a complicated expression, which once gave him a long-lost dream. Maybe in the real world, he was just a poor man who could not walk because of severe rheumatoid arthritis. But here, he is indeed a green poison who has won the respect of most people. Even ruthless characters like the Russian Mafia or the Albanian Mafia have to bow their heads and try their best to please themselves when facing the customer service of the Black Death. This feeling, Eisenberg will never forget in this life.

"Okay, we have to hurry, now copy all the content on this website for me, and the bitcoins on it, transfer as much as you can, and I will let DPJ log in next time. At that time, we found out that his Black Death has been turned into an empty shell by us, understand!"

"Yes, sir!"

As Lin Xiuyi issued the final order through the FBI's internal video conference system, the entire FBI's technical department immediately took action.

The total value of Bitcoin, which is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, involves user lists in dozens of countries. There are also countless black marketers who are easily recorded at this moment unreservedly exposed to the federal investigation situation. At this moment, they are facing a super criminal case that they have never encountered before. Although the scale of the Black Death was far less than that of the Silk Road. But because of his concealment and security, many transaction information becomes easier to trace. The FBI's harvest in just one hour has exceeded the sum of all criminal cases in the past three years. This has to be said to be a criminal case that is enough to go down in history.

Two hours later, when DPJ, who had just woken up from a night of joy, found that his mailbox had been filled with angry emails from users, he finally realized what happened to his Black Death website. .

Nearly 70% of the bitcoins in the third-party escrow center, up to 60% of user data, and more than 70% of transaction records have been accessed. What's more terrible is that the other party's behavior is still continuing. on.

"what happened?"

"Who the **** is making trouble?"

"my money?"

"And those transaction records that can't be exposed anyway?"

"what on earth is it?"

...

Although DPJ's mind is now full of all kinds of question marks, time has not allowed him to hesitate any longer. The only thing that can stop the enemy now is the complete shutdown of the Black Death server.

DPJ hurriedly opened the shell script window, remotely logged in to his server through an encrypted protocol, and then started the super user mode to start shutting down the Black Death server.

I don't know if it is because of the network~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I found that the time for the computer to transmit the command is very long. It was not until ten minutes later that the server on the other side of the earth was finally shut down completely. When DPJ looked at the disconnection reminder displayed on the screen in front of him, DPJ collapsed on the chair in a cold sweat.

"What to do. The lost bitcoins, as well as the transaction information and user data, how can we solve these troubles in front of us? Leave it alone? Impossible, the customers who lost the data include the Albanian mafia, Russia Mafia, Southeast Asian gangs and other powerful criminal organizations, if you can't give them a satisfactory explanation, you will wait to be hunted by those terrible guys all over the world, just like the green poison who was just killed by yourself. Same……"

"Wait, did Lu Po do it? Isn't he dead? It was the killer he found who told himself that Lu Po had been killed, along with the woman who slept next to her. At that time, in his mailbox I also received a photo of the scene. Photo? Photo! I had too much fun last night, haven't I had time to see it?"

DPJ hurriedly reached for the keyboard in front of him, he opened his mailbox, and hurriedly searched for the email the killer sent him. Just then, a new email came in the inbox.

"Hello DPJ, are you satisfied with this parting gift? Green Poison"