Wang Liang and others looked at each other, not knowing which Bai Song sang this outfit.

Bai Song looked at everyone and said, "Do you still remember Political Commissar Jiang?"

"Damn...Is this different?" Wang Liang understood something at once: "No wonder no wonder."

"What are you talking about?" The taxi driver looked confused.

"His mission should be to not disclose his identity," Sun Jie stopped Bai Song and said, "Since that's the case, he is the taxi driver."

"Yes," Bai Song signaled everyone to pretend not to know, and said to the taxi driver: "I guess you have heard that we shut down an IDC computer room in X through news and other channels, right?"

"Yes," the taxi driver nodded: "The shutdown of this computer room has left many dark webs gone, but some new ones have appeared."

"Yes," Bai Song didn't expect the driver to agree so simply. This matter was not on the news at all. The person who posted the news caught a group of fraudsters back. The driver could not recognize his identity as an An An department, but he also wanted to cooperate with Bai Song and others.

A considerable number of people in their department are incognito.

No one knows your name, and your merits will last forever. This sentence on the tomb of the nameless martyr in Moscow is actually the best portrayal of taxi drivers. Bai Song was once taken by Political Commissar Jiang to a place where there was a wall with many blank photos posted on it. Bai Song was shocked at that time.

Nowadays, Bai Song feels deeply moved when he sees people like taxi drivers with his own eyes.

In a few years, the nameless driver never gave up on anything.

"We are currently catching dark network points related to X, the Magic City area, and I need your help." Bai Song looked at the taxi driver.

"Demon City? OK." The driver was not surprised at all: "You go to Sanlin Road Police Station and wait, and someone will send it back to you in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!