On his website, taking an assassination order only costs 2 Bitcoins, while 1 Bitcoin at its peak was more than four hundred thousand in local currency.
But before completing the order, a prepaynt of 0.5 Bitcoin is required.
His initial target was exactly that 0.5 Bitcoin deposit.
Even if they breached the contract, it’s just their bad luck; after all, no one dares to call the police.
His main pitch was never to deceive the poor.
Deng Yifan was betting that these wealthy people wouldn’t dare report to the police, paying for a lesson instead.
This way, after completing over a dozen orders, his notorious reputation slowly spread across other dark webs, making it increasingly difficult for him to get orders.
Having tasted the sweetness of success, Deng Yifan naturally wasn’t willing to let go. So he thought, why not take one true job and then do so good publicity to restore so reputation.
Then he thought of Wang Wei, whom he had boasted with at a drinking table so ti ago. Thinking that Wang Wei was also soone in need of money and quite ruthless, suitable for this business, he got in touch with him. The two, each with their own agenda, hit it off.
Little did they know, it was at this ti that they were noticed by the cyber police.
"Do you have information on your clients?"
"No, my website is built on a decentralized MLM network based on blockchain transactions and operates a super deep web relying on anonymous distributed servers, transmitting encrypted ssages through a distributed anonymous network— the most secure secret chat tool in history..."
Deng Yifan, talking technique, bragged endlessly about how he built his network, speaking with articulation.
For soone like Mao Ji, who understands computers, he could add a word or two, but to soone like Li Xiang, who knew nothing, he didn’t understand a word.
Instead, he thought to himself: You’re so impressive, yet you were still monitored by the cyber police?
"Is there really no way to catch the other party?"
"Unless he voluntarily discloses his address, there really is no way to know his location. Just like , if Wang Wei hadn’t revealed my true identity, you wouldn’t have been able to discover my real location through the internet alone."
"It’s not impossible."
Just then, Mao Ji suddenly spoke.
Hearing that he had an idea, the previously disappointed Li Xiang was delighted: "What way?"
"This requires his cooperation. As long as they get in touch again, I can try to hack into his computer. If I can find his real IP address, I can discover his identity."
After hearing Mao Ji’s thod, Li Xiang looked at Deng Yifan and asked, "Are you willing to atone for your sins?"
"How serious is my cri?"
"Accessory to murder, punishable by a maximum of the death penalty, but if you have acts of ritorious service, your sentence can be reduced, though it ultimately depends on how the judge decides your case."
Attempted murder still holds criminal responsibility for intentional murder, and can receive a lighter or reduced punishnt compared to a completed cri.
According to the criminal law, intentional murder is punishable by death, life imprisonnt, or fixed-term imprisonnt of more than ten years.
In less severe cases, it is punishable by fixed-term imprisonnt of more than three years but less than ten years.
For the attempted criminal, consideration is given to the extent of the criminal act, the damage caused, and the reasons for failure to achieve the cri; it can be reduced by less than 50% of the benchmark penalty for completed cris.
But to stimulate Deng Yifan’s survival instinct, Li Xiang intentionally exaggerated the severity of the cri. After all, he didn’t know whether Qiu Chengguang was dead or not.
"Death penalty, well, life is too hard."
At this mont, Deng Yifan seed to have put down all his burdens, feeling that the mountain weighing on him suddenly disappeared, and nothing mattered anymore.
To hell with life!
When one is about to die, what is there to be so hung up on?
Seeing that Deng Yifan seed to have a death wish, Li Xiang quickly redied the situation: "You may not necessarily die. If you manage to uncover the person hiring the hit, the judge may reduce your sentence considering your acts of ritorious service."
"Reduced sentence? Life imprisonnt? What can I do after I get out? I studied the internet, and internet technology changes constantly, day by day. I’m already struggling to keep up with the developnt pace now. What use will my skills be when I finally get out?"
There’s no greater grief than a heart that no longer seeks hope — this phrase describes Deng Yifan perfectly at this mont.
"A good life is always better than dying prematurely. You still have a wife and child; you wouldn’t want your child to grow up without a father, would you?"
At this mont, Li Xiang had no choice but to play the emotional card. Even before coming here, he had investigated Deng Yifan’s family situation. He has a happy family. Even when his company encountered difficulties, his wife stayed by his side, raising their child as a full-ti mom at ho.
"If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have ended up here. I didn’t want to let them down, but in the end, I still did."
When discussing family, Deng Yifan finally showed so emotional fluctuation and started crying sorrowfully.
"If you truly wanted to do it for them, you shouldn’t have walked the criminal path."
"I had nowhere else to turn, clinging to luck, and had too much confidence in my technical skills. But so things, once done, are too hard to retract. I kept telling myself, just once more, just once more, but the pressure kept pushing for another and another. The money ca too fast, fast enough to blind my eyes and muddle my mind."
At this point, Deng Yifan was completely clear-headed, but it was already too late.
"A prodigal who returns is worth more than gold. You still have a chance, even inside you can learn. You have to know, those who enter there are all talented. If you learn there for a few years then co out, perhaps you can start a unicorn company."
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