Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System Chapter 96: Hacker man

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50 hours until the party.

'Step one—the access point,' Tristan thought, opening the club's website. 'This won't be easy… What software are they even using to track their guest list?'

It had to be sothing easily accessible for all employees checking and editing it. There were a dozen of possible applications that a quick search brought up for Tristan, and until he knew which one was used by the Urban Mirage Club, he won't even know what to hack.

There were a lot of thods of getting this information, but most of them required ti Tristan lacked.

'Alright, let's start with a quick social check.'

For the next two hours, Tristan went through the social pages related to the Urban Mirage Club, finding nas and places of its employees and looking at their pages.

If not for his observation skill, he'd take ten tis as much ti to do the sa amount of work. As it was, he only needed a glance or two at a page to find all the key details.

Many people working there were clueless about how much information they were giving to cyber-criminals like Tristan, with seemingly innocuous posts.

Eventually, Tristan found what he needed.

It was a photo of the Urban Mirage Club's office, with several people working on computers in separate cubicles, posted as a recruitnt promotion. What caught Tristan's attention was a part of a computer screen that was accidentally caught in the picture.

Although the image was small, Tristan saw enough to compare it to the most popular office managent programs.

In ten minutes, he got his answer and chuckled.

'So they are using the TeamFlow office app? Oh, this is lucky! This ans they are using TeamFlow's cloud storage for at least a part of their data. And here I feared it would all be only in the club's local network…'

***

42 hours until the party.

"Tris? Tris, can I enter?"

Tristan jolted at the voice and a knock on his door that accompanied it.

He was so imrsed in his work that he lost track of ti and notifications about his increased hacking skill.

TeamFlow app had advanced security, but Tristan was sure that he was on the brink of finding a doorway past it until Nelson distracted him!

"No!" Tristan snapped back, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. "I'm busy, dammit!"

In the hotel's hallway, Nelson recoiled in shock. This was the first ti Tristan snapped at him like that, though Nelson had already seen so of Tristan's anger before.

So, he quickly recovered.

"Busy with what? You didn't leave your room for half the day! Did you even eat, actually?"

Huffing, Tristan folded his laptop and went to open his door. Nel imdiately tried to push past him inside, but Tristan stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"Just leave be for now, alright? I know what I'm doing, and I don't need you to be concerned."

As he said this, Tristan felt a sucking sensation in his stomach, and realized that he didn't eat, in fact. The realization, and the genuine concern in Nel's eyes, softened his anger.

"Sorry, I didn't an to snap. Yeah, I really should eat sothing before I bite off your head!"

Nel bead.

"Great! Let's go to the hotel's restaurant. And then you will tell what WERE you actually doing."

Tristan clicked his tongue and walked past Nel into the hallway.

"I was writing song lyrics," Tristan lied effortlessly. "There's sothing I really felt like putting down on paper. But I can't do it without fuel in my stomach, you are right."

"Oh, new lyrics? Will you show ?"

"Maybe later. I'm unsure about them yet. They might go to another song entirely, not to the competition."

"Aww, damn."

Tristan sighed, feeling trapped in his own lies. Now he will actually have to co up with sothing. Eventually. Nel already saw what Tristan had for his competition performance, since Tristan used him as a stand-in for the audience.

He guessed he'd have to compose more songs in the future, anyway.

***

32 hours until the party.

The assassin sat on a sidewalk near an apartnt building, where Tristan Hayes was renting an apartnt under his na. His grimy clothing made him look like just another hobo, one of the thousands living in Los Angeles.

The assassin had been waiting for a while now. But this ti, his information was definitely correct. Eventually, Hayes would appear. Careful assassination was all about patience.

But why did Hayes rent an apartnt if he didn't appear here for the last few days?

***

28 hours until the party.

"Kevin, do you really need to ask how to deal with this? If these people are so stupid and bold, they don't want to pay in full for our rchandise, then take the paynt from their corpses! No, they aren't such big fishes. Rember who we are now. We are the top sharks of the city. Or lions, as Mr.

Clavon would say. Yes. Yes. No, Tomas knows better than you how to break people's knees. Mm. I expect you to be able to deal with the rest yourself."

Tristan ended the call and sighed.

First the distraction of food (and friendship), now criminal business. And it's not like he could push it all for later.

Kevin and Tomas mostly did fine, but the keyword was "mostly". But this was the last issue for tonight, Tristan hoped, as he resud his hacking.

***

24 hours until the party.

Tristan pressed the enter key and waited with bated breath for the page to load.

After all the ti and hurdles and distractions and unexpected problems, he found an exploit in TeamFlow's network and used it to steal the login and password for Urban Mirage account right from the TeamFlow's password database.

Now he was within an arm's reach away from—

[A confirmation code was sent to your phone number. Please, enter it to login.]

Tristan swore under his breath.

'I only have a day left until the party! What can I do faster—hack the two-factor authentication or steal a phone from soone with admin access?'