Chapter 259: Don't like you

Goethe thought for a while and smiled: "Maybe...I don't know if you heard this, only your enemies know you best. If we want to fully understand Shaman, we might as well use the power of Rebec, maybe we can find some clues."

An Feng thought about it and decided to tell Goethe the truth: "Actually, that supercomputer is actually owned by Shaman Kishnell's research team. It... is hidden in a submarine, and there are some experimental items left by Dr. Shaman. The submarine is controlled by an intelligent computer. This smart computer can upgrade itself. I need some upgrade materials..."

The upgrade of intelligent computers is not only a software upgrade, but also an upgrade of logic circuits. This logic circuit is very complex and profound. An Feng is not a professional. He only knows that the initial integrated circuit blocks were arranged in a planar layout, which was just a simple update of the printed circuit board. Later, with the development of integrated circuit technology, logic computing circuits were no longer graphic design, and began to adopt a three-dimensional layout. A three-layer circuit could be arranged on a thin silicon board, thus reaching a five-layer circuit. Then, there was a 30-line layout similar to a three-dimensional maze.

However, the 30 line is still not the culmination of the evolution of computer technology. The further evolutionary technology is to replace the material of integrated circuits. The earliest integrated circuit chips were made of silicon boards. In the further evolution, integrated circuit blocks have begun to use carbon fiber boards. The carbon molecules of this carbon fiber are arranged similar to diamonds, so they are also called diamond chips.

Diamond chips can withstand higher temperatures than silicon circuit chips, and their electrons oscillate faster, which means that their computing speed is faster...

The upgrade material required by the computer kitten is to replace some of its main chips with the latest diamond circuit board. If the upgrade work is completed, the computing speed of the supercomputer will be faster and the amount of information it can accommodate will be more.

Nowadays, computers' storage information is no longer measured by hundreds of G. Each photo of Mars soil taken by the discoverer Mars explorer is trillion pixels. It is said that such a photo is enlarged to the size of the entire earth, and each pixel in its photo is still not mosaicized.

Thinking back to the beginning, the Discovery Mars rover sent more than one photo from Mars. With such a huge amount of data, ordinary computers would burst their hard drives. Only supercomputers can not only receive these massive information, but also use quick calculations to find clues transmitted in each information.

Therefore, the upgrade of the computer kitten is necessary, Goethe expressed his understanding: "I think it should be like this. Modern cutting-edge physics research cannot calculate the results by just the pencil tip. Since Dr. Shaman's research team can produce such cutting-edge scientific research results, they must have a supercomputer. If this computer is in our hands..."

After a pause, Goethe pondered and said, "Since that computer can calculate the existence of the 'God particles, its computing speed should be enough. Upgrade? I have also read the list of materials you gave me. Many of the materials are not easy to obtain, and even if you have money, you can't buy them."

"If this is a must, then no matter how difficult it is, we must do it."

Goethe thought for a while and replied with a hint: "I always want to treat you as the boss behind the company, and I never want the company's business to have direct contact with you."

An Feng answered readily: "We are already intertwined, such as investigating Shaman Kishner this time, and investigating my teacher's whereabouts before."

Goethe just said: Many of the materials needed by computer kittens cannot be purchased on the market. If it is necessary to upgrade, some extraordinary measures must be used. With the current strength of Tornado Company, no employee is capable of doing this job, and the only one who can have the ability to act is An Feng, but Goethe does not want An Feng to directly undertake the company's business. He believes that An Feng should be behind the scenes - always.

The Germans have always believed that if a general goes to the battlefield, it only means that the general is incompetent in command.

The computer kitten is already very powerful now. What will happen if it is upgraded? An Feng is looking forward to seeing the upgrade of the computer kitten. He is the owner of the computer kitten. The upgrade of the kitten will also make him omnipotent. For this reason, he is not afraid to do it himself.

Next, the two sides discussed the kitten's upgrade plan. Goethe promised that he would carry out these three tasks at the same time: an investigation into the life and death of Shaman Kishner, a survey on the trends of Rebeck, and the search for the most cutting-edge computer chip technology...

Hanging up the phone in his hand, An Feng picked up his hands and quickly left the hut he had originally hidden like an ordinary tourist. He has now begun to accept the mission and needs to report to the security room of the intelligence agency.

After changing the plane several times, An Feng arrived in South Africa when the morning light was faintly revealed. He called a taxi driven by a local black man near the airport, and then directly ordered the black driver: "Go to Table Mountain."

The black driver looked at An Feng strangely. No passenger rushed to the tour location as soon as he got off the airport. He noticed that the passenger didn't have much luggage, but just carried a small bag with him. So he started the car and chatted: "Sir, you haven't booked a hotel yet, right? Although you don't have too much luggage, are you not going to go to the hotel to wash? You know, the scenery of Table Mountain is the most beautiful in the morning and at night. You obviously missed the morning sunrise, and it's still a long time before sunset. Sir, why don't I introduce a hotel to you?"

An Feng raised his face coldly and said in an obvious London accent: "I'm already late. I made an appointment. I met at Table Mountain in the early morning, and my flight was obviously delayed."

The black driver whispered in local dialect: "Damn British."

As soon as the black driver hit the steering wheel, he got into the alley next to him and chatted with An Feng while driving: 'Sir, let's walk from the small road. There are often traffic jams in the city. I will choose the fastest way to take you to Table Mountain. Since the gentleman said he was late, I will drive faster."

An Feng smiled and nodded, and he reminded him kindly: "Sir, I have been to South Africa many times. The path you took was obviously not the nearest route. Do you want to choose the farthest route for me?...Okay, I don't care about the congestion. You go directly to the city, but I want to see how congested it can be."

The black driver choked, chuckled, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Sir, are you racist? Do you think I am a black man and want to refuse to pay my taxi fare?"

An Feng whispered: "Sir, I am also a person of color."

The black driver continued to mumble and talked about discrimination, An Feng knew that he was not lucky this time and got into the wrong car.

It is said that South African drivers often hijack the tourists who are on board and rob the tourists. Their favorite robbery is tourists with language barriers. In this way, even if the tourists report the case, the black driver will complain to the local black people and the police in local language, such as claiming that the guests have racial discrimination, etc. However, the victimized tourists lose the opportunity to defend the police because of language barriers. So...

At present, An Feng can use two ways to solve the problem. The more peaceful way is: raise your mobile phone to take pictures of the driver to retain evidence of the complaint. Most black drivers know that the other party is a veteran, and will change their attitude and respectfully send the tourists to their destination. Afterwards, they are willing to charge less car money to gain the understanding of the tourists - after all, it is not easy to get a taxi license plate.

But An Feng did not intend to adopt this kind of calm attitude. He was speechless all the way and let the taxi driver nag. Well, taxi drivers like this kind of passenger who likes tolerate the situation the most. As time goes by, the taxi drivers are more and more courageous, and he walks around the secluded alleys.

Finally, he drove to a secluded alley where no one was left and right, and there was no blood in the shooting. The black driver suddenly stopped the car. He leaned over and opened the glove box, took out a Colt pistol from it, turned around, pressed An Feng's forehead with the pistol, and shouted: "Now I have changed my mind, I decided to throw you out of the car here to protest your racial discrimination. Now, take out your wallet and pay the fare I deserve, hurry up."

What a righteous and righteous statement these words are.

An Feng knew: If he took out his wallet, then the whole wallet would be his.

Therefore, An Feng smiled coldly - when the other party leaned over to the glove box to get the pistol, he put on a pair of gloves, and now the muzzle was pressed against his forehead. An Feng grinned and exposed eight teeth at the other party: "Are you sure you dare to pull the trigger? No, your hands are a little shaking, what are you shaking?"

An Feng said this sentence in local language. The other party was stunned for a moment and argued with obvious guilt: "You said I dare not..."

When the two sides confronted each other, the question was to draw the other's attention. If the other party was an experienced gunman, he should pull the trigger without hesitation, but the other party actually answered An Feng's question. After this distracting, An Feng began to move. He held his hand up, and the muzzle left his forehead and pointed his head towards the roof of the carport...

Next, the other party had not pulled the trigger yet. The situation was completely reversed by this hesitation. An Feng's hand quickly moved along the other party's bolt. In two or three seconds, the entire Colt pistol was dismantled, and the taxi driver only had a gun handle, barrel, gun holster, retract spring, and striker in his hand, which had turned into a bunch of parts.

But An Feng's actions did not stop. He grabbed his hand forward, grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled it violently. The taxi driver was pulled to the back seat by An Feng, and his spare left hand also grabbed the other person's neck.

"No, no, no," the taxi driver hurriedly shouted: "You can't kill me, I actually didn't want to kill you... You came out of the airport and had a surveillance video. You got into my taxi and you were photographed by the surveillance video. Hehe, I actually want to make a joke with you, this is a joke."

Is it really a joke?

So what if you were photographed by the airport surveillance video? It is said that hundreds of Chinese merchants who came to South Africa from China are robbed every year. They also reported the case afterwards, but the police were perfunctory about it. They were also photographed by the airport surveillance probe, but is this useful?

In South Africa, are there fewer similar robberies caused by the police? Do Anfeng is not in the way.

An Feng tried hard to pinch the other person's carotid artery tightly... Thirty seconds later, the taxi driver began to roll his eyes. After fifteen seconds, the taxi driver fell into a coma due to brain hypoxia.

It must be said that the location of action chosen by the taxi driver is very good.

An Feng got out of the car, took the driver down to the driver's seat, and then the unconscious driver stuffed it into the back cover of the car, and no one disturbed the whole process. After he got into the driver's seat, An Feng simply drew a dress in front of the rear mirror, making himself look like a light brown-skinned African-American mixed-race. He drove the car with the local black rock music on the sound, and parked the car near Table Mountain.

Park the car in the same convenient position, pull the unconscious driver out of the trunk, and re-tighten him into the driver's seat and place it. An Feng assembled the driver's pistol and stuffed the muzzle into the driver's mouth, "representing" the driver himself pulled the trigger.

With a dull bang, the driver was "successful".

Table Mountain is a famous flat-topped mountain in South Africa. It stands at the high and rocky north end of Cape Town. It is surrounded by the sparkling Atlantic Bay, with a cloud flying over the back, which looks like a huge rectangular strip table.

There are some special points to choose the connection location in Table Mountain, because there are more than 1,000 meters above sea level, and there are 350 roads to reach the top of the mountain. In addition, there are cableways, each road is surrounded by ancient trees, dense grass, and rich animals. When you reach the top of Table Mountain, five huge reservoirs on the top of the mountain are dotted in the lush jungle, and each is a good place to hide traces.

It looks to the Atlantic Ocean to the west, to the Cape of Good Hope, and to the north is the endless African continent. It is also a famous tourist destination in South Africa, with endless tourists. It plays an ordinary tourist wandering in the tree-lined path, inconspicuous at all and will never attract attention.

When no one was paying attention, An Feng and the connector crossed over and handed a small handbag into his hand. He took a few steps, stopped a little, and took out a cigarette to try to light the fire. At this time, the liaison officer who had just passed by him also took out the cigarette at the same time. His eyes turned around and walked to An Feng casually and greeted: "Hi, sir, can you borrow a fire?"

An Feng held a cigarette in his mouth and held a golden shell in his hand to light it. The machine was not afraid to light it for a long time. When the liaison officer asked him, he smiled awkwardly and quickly explained: "Is you a local? Where is the smoking area?"

The liaison officer of the joint was also a South African mixed-race man with brown skin, hair was covered in small curly curly, and he looked like a hippie. The liaison officer was not sure whether it was pretending or purely a true performance. His body trembled rhythmically, as if he was dancing all the time. When he heard An Feng’s question, he pointed not far away and greeted: “There is a trash can there.”

The liaison officer refers to the guardrail area near the sea on the edge of the Table Mountain. There was a stainless steel peel bucket in the corner of the guardrail area. There were already several people smoking around. An Feng nodded at the liaison officer. The two rushed towards the trash can like a pair of smokers, squatting beside the trash can and lit the cigarette. The liaison officer looked at the few people beside the trash can and whistled loudly at one of the ladies, making a lustful gesture, shouting: "Hi, girl, do you need a guide? 24 hours a day, paying 100 US dollars. If you need additional services, add another hundred dollars."

With the help of the liaison officer's cover, An Feng quickly opened the small packet stuffed by the other party, took out the TP card from the bag and quickly loaded it into the phone, and started playing the stored information with the player in the phone - the images and files were not displayed on the mobile phone screen, but were directly transferred to his glasses.

An Feng quickly browsed these materials at eight times the playback speed. Although the information flashed quickly, with his extraordinary memory, with just one glance, the images and files were deeply remembered in my mind.

Of course, because the images were jumping from time to time on the image, An Feng could only face the sea, with his back to the liaison officer, pretending to smoke and meditate, pretending to appreciate the shadows of the sails in Cape Town Harbor. At this time, he heard the pile of men and women around the trash can discuss with each other in Italian.

This is a pure Italian language, and each word is pronounced very accurately. The whole sentence sounds like an opera actor sang lyrics in a low voice. There were originally five people around the trash can, three men and two women. When An Feng came over, he quickly glanced at them and found that these five people were definitely young men and women from Italy. Each of them looked like they were eighteen or nineteen years old, but they were all covered with fine clothing from Italy - Italian side-opening suits, Italian shirts, Italian tie on their necks, Italian trousers on their lower body, Italian custom leather shoes on their feet.

To be honest, young men and women of eighteen or nineteen years old are the most rebellious stages. Young people of this age are willing to wear suits and tie bow ties. This is already very strange. Among the five men, the men are just there. Even the only two ladies are wearing Prada skirts and half-heeled leather shoes on their feet, which looks very old-fashioned.

Of course, the old-fashioned people mentioned here are that these people dressed in a rather scheming manner, and their personalities were not old-fashioned. These five people were talking happily around the trash can, discussing the weather, discussing the scenery of Table Mountain and discussing last night's... dance party.

Italian itself is a trivial language. It is said that this is the most suitable language for speaking love words. Once the speed of speaking is too fast, it sounds like a whisper in a lover's endless twists and turns, which is very pleasant.

Both men and women were smoking. The men were holding special thin cigars on their hands, and the women were holding slender women's cool smoke. They talked while pointing and touching. The youthful and energetic face was full of lively and leaping, making people feel as if a music was flowing.

These five men and women have the same blond hair and blue eyes, the same elegant clothes, the same pale skin, and the same slender fingers. If you look closely, you will find that these five people are even similar in appearance. Both men and women have high eyebrows, long eyelashes, blue eyeballs... The shape of cheekbones is also 80% similar, and they seem to be cousins ​​from the same family.

I heard one of the men ask quickly in Italian: "This guy is so annoying, well, do we go over and beat him up? Cousin Alberto, how are you learning boxing?"

The cousin Alberto, who was asked, squirted a sip of cigarette and replied lightly: "This is South Africa, where people of color are easily guided by the police toward racial discrimination. I don't want to be the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers."

One of the five people interrupted: "Alberto, I also think that person's face is too hateful. Cousin, is it possible to teach the other party a lesson but not attract others' attention?"
Chapter completed!