The rise of nanometers

In the sensual night, under the feasting and feasting, human beings vent their most primitive desires and impulses.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Due to the barrier of the Rocky Mountains and the special basin topography of California, the temperature in Fresno is not as cold as expected.

Old Jack, who had just come out of the bar, took out a Marlboro, lit it, and puffed slowly as he walked.

More than fifty meters away from him, a General Motors car on the side of the road suddenly flashed its lights, then started the engine and drove towards Old Jack.

Old Jack, who was walking on the roadside, took a puff of cigarette, his eyes were dazzled by the high beam lights, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

The engine throttle of the GM sedan roared.

Old Jack's eyes had not yet adjusted, and he cursed in his heart: "Fake, these damn punk boys..."

Suddenly he felt his body fly up. First his mind went blank, followed by severe pain.

Like a rag doll, Old Jack rolled three or four times in mid-air, and finally hit the windshield of a car on the roadside heavily. The windshield was suddenly covered with spider web-like cracks.

Several seductive girls at the door of the bar screamed in panic.

The traffic light camera at the intersection watched all this coldly. Old Jack, who was knocked out, struggled a few times on the windshield and then lost his breath.

Half an hour later.

The scene was under control and cordons were set up. Among the flashing warning lights were Claude and others with ugly faces.

Fresno City's FBI Detective Aston, after reading the on-site investigation report, turned around and said, "Agent Claude, we will handle this matter."

"Aston, you should know Jack's identity. We must be involved in this matter. I suspect this is revenge." Claude's attitude was very tough.

Aston, who had correct procedures, shook his head and refused: "Claude, you are responsible for the outside, and we are responsible for the inside. This is the rule, do you understand?"

"But……"

Aston made a pause gesture, answered his call, walked away to listen to the call, and a few minutes later, he came back.

He helplessly said: "OK, I agree to your participation in the investigation, but please cooperate with our work and don't mess around."

"Thank you." Claude nodded.

People on both sides worked hard for several hours to bring the out-of-control General Motors and Old Jack's body to the FBI's resident office building.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Claude hurried back to the office in the small town, preparing to investigate Old Jack's situation, and temporarily took over related work.

After taking a few cases, he was going to investigate with his assistant. As soon as he walked to the door, he met a girl.

The young girl wearing a peaked cap, holding a bouquet of pink carnations and a gift box, politely asked Claude: "Hello! Sir, is this Yamei Information Consulting Company?"

"..." Claude stopped and frowned slightly. Their resident office has always prohibited excessive communication with outsiders. He cursed in his heart: What bastard violated the rules again.

His assistant hurriedly replied: "Yes, this is Yamei Company. What can I do for you?"

The girl in the peaked hat said with some confusion: "I am an employee of Klein's Flower Shop. Someone ordered a bouquet of flowers and a gift box from our shop for Mr. Jack Ayn Rand, but I made a few calls..."

"What? You mean Jack Ayn Rand?" Claude's pupils narrowed sharply.

The girl in the peaked hat handed the carnation gift card to Claude: "This is the gentleman, and there is his phone number on it."

Claude grabbed the gift card.

[To Mr. Jack Ayn Rand:

In the long night of the dark forest, America's eagle is watching Fox among the rose bushes. You are enjoying the tension and excitement of hunting, while I am on the other side of the sea, quietly watching your performance.

Proud hunters sometimes become the prey of their prey. May there be no cars in heaven. Thank you very much for the apples you sent.

Nameless Ghost 07/02/2011.

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Claude's face was extremely ugly. He suppressed the anger in his heart and took a deep breath: "Madam, I have accepted the things. Jack Ayn Rand passed away early this morning. Now I need you to cooperate with our investigation."

"Oh buy it!" The girl in the peaked hat looked confused.

Claude stared at the gift box with cold eyes: "What's in the box?"

"Oh..." The girl was frightened and became a little nervous. She stammered and replied: "It's six... six apples. This is what the person... requested through the email."

"Apples? Six?"

Claude immediately notified the FBI's Aston to investigate the flower shop's computer.

Around 12 noon.

Aston hurried to Claude's office with an investigation report.

"How's it going?"

Aston looked very gloomy: "Bad news, at about the same time this morning, a similar case occurred in New York, Houston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Detroit. Greeting cards, apples, and cars went out of control."

"Who are they?"

Aston said angrily: "Two Lock Martin weapons experts, two local senators, and one of your colleagues."

"Fake Squid!" Claude clenched his fists.

Aston regained his composure and asked, "What clues do you have here?"

Claude handed over the document from the Asia-Pacific Division: "This is top secret. Don't tell anyone after reading it."

"OK, I understand the rules." Aston took the document, flipped through it for a moment, then related the contents on the greeting cards and reacted instantly.

After a while, he felt a sense of fear and asked in an incredible tone: "This is your top secret? Why would the other party know about it? Is it possible that you have internal...?"

Claude, who had an embarrassed look on his face, rubbed his temples and replied: "I don't know either. There are only six people who know about this matter, and now there are five people. We are investigating."

After taking a deep breath, Aston said: "This is a warning from the other party. If you target that person again, you may have to break up."

"The superiors have asked us to suspend our operations. We must be more vigilant about this ghostly assassination method in the future." Claude said helplessly.

Faced with this method of remotely controlling cars, it is really difficult to guard against in an increasingly intelligent modern society.

It’s only possible to eradicate this kind of thing unless we go back to a time without electronics, using things like the internet, traffic surveillance, and car computers.

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