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The investigator sighed, "Well, I know someone who can help you, but it will cost you a lot of money. The first thing you need to do, though, is to change your identity. Once Helium finds out who you are, he will kill you like a fly. So, the first thing you have to do is make sure your identity carries the name of someone who fits into his world. Once that has been achieved, I will set you up with the man who will help you get underground like you want." "Okay, that sounds like a plan," Ian replied. "As I said, money is not the problem." Bob smiled, "If money is not the problem, then you've got yourself a deal. Meet me here in the evening at six, and I'll be here with your new identity, as w

“Yes. We pinpointed the location at a junior high in a remote area. The culprit is a minor. “He said that he was following the instructions of someone online, and in return, he would receive skin for his League of Legends character. The cyber police’s pursuit of the IP address hit a brick wall because it was a spoof.” In other words, they reached a dead end. Kaze ended the call and frowned. He did not believe that the text message was a prank. Who could be behind the plot? The investigation had led him nowhere so far. Kaze had no idea what the party was after. “Something’s off about you today, Kaze. You look like you have something on your mind. Did something happen?” Darcy drew close. “I wa

I did as he told me, which was when my father drew the line. I needed a parent's consent that came with my family seal for any agent to create a false Id for me because I was a minor, so my mother secretly consented, and that was how I became Liam Bricks. One day Moses got agitated in the meeting and said you were onto the organisation, and you were coming to kill what was left of us.

Aaron had gone out to his boat to make sure they had everything they needed to start new lives. Margo was entering bank information in one of the three computers she had set up in the cafeteria. Once the funds from the Federal Reserve Bank were downloaded to the dummy account with the multiple IPs she had programmed, the funds would evenly disperse between eight different accounts. They all had two new identities just in case one got compromised or if the banks got suspicious of one of them getting millions of dollars in electronic funds.

Andrew pulled out a pitch-black token made of some unknown material and swiped it against the scanner nearby. With a beep, a cold electronic voice immediately announced, "Identity confirmed. Welcome, General. You have free access to all floors below the 80th level of the Martial Tower."

His gaze hardened. Not Mia. “Okay, if it’s not her… who is it?” Reno muttered. He immediately pressed the call button. “This is Reno. Explain.” On the other end, the team leader’s voice sounded serious. “We traced the flow of funds and checked all employee accesses. Mia’s name did appear, but after we rechecked it, the identity used for the login was actually fake. So it’s very likely someone else used Mia’s data.” Reno tapped his fingers on the desk. “So Mia was used as bait?”

“There’s a system in the app where you can become an exclusive member by paying a f*e, getting a gold crown sign with your profile. But there is a trick here!” Cassidy opened the admin panel from her phone and showed me. “You can see all the golden crown members here. But when you apply filters …” She pointed at the color change of the golden crown. “See, now the crowns are red with some names. These are your actual suspects, Ashley. The profiles with red crowns are the ones that can change IP addresses, use several different locations to send messages, and can contact others with multiple names and pictures.”

End Flashback Elias checked his remaining resources. He had access to three distinct caches: a set of forged identities, a small amount of liquid digital currency, and a remote access key to a highly protected, non-Syndicate server—the "secret garden" Marcus had insisted he plant years ago. The server was a digital safe house, designed to withstand a level-three trace.

Liora whispered. Suddenly, a message popped up on her computer. Not from Mavric, but from an anonymous account coded 'Number 0'. [Message: "You think you won, Liora? You just destroyed a useless pawn to me. But by showing off your skills tonight, you have given me your digital coordinates. See you in ten minutes."] Liora’s eyes widened in shock. She realized that the hack earlier was a 'honey-pot' trap designed to track her location.

In Shimmering Starfield, my in-game ID was "WindListener," and I was the highest-spending mage on the server. I sent my Xenotech laptop in for service two weeks ago and had borrowed Henry Luster's beat-up laptop one time. I hadn't expected Henry to actually save my password in secret. He not only took over my account but also downloaded my time-limited stories from social media and posed as a rich, high-status heartthrob while juggling several women in the game.