"Ding~~!"
"Xiao Xin has found information on Martin Marx."
"Based on shopping records, Martin Marx's registered home address is Apartment 301, No. 22 Raislin Street. His utility payments have not lapsed. He has a gym membership at Qiangshi Gym in Seattle. According to the gym's visitor records, he goes there every Wednesday and Friday afternoon to work out."
"Martin Marx owns a Jeep Wrangler, license plate number XXXXXXX. He has a customer card at Meian Coffee Shop and a shopping card at Trader Joe's."
Piece after piece of information popped up, covering every possible detail. That was the most frightening thing about the age of interconnected information—it left people with almost no secrets.
Jiang Hao carefully reviewed all the information and committed it to memory, whether it seemed useful or not. Replacing someone's identity was not easy. Any tiny flaw could cause everything to go wrong.
After reading the files, Jiang Hao checked the time. It was one thirty in the afternoon, and today happened to be Friday. Okay, he would go take a look at that Qiangshi Gym.
Qiangshi Gym was a semi-professional gym whose customers were mainly fitness enthusiasts. Jiang Hao chatted with the receptionist for a while, flattering her until she beamed with delight. She agreed to give him a three-day trial pass, telling him he could sign up if he liked it. Just like that, Jiang Hao entered the gym without spending a cent.
Quite a few people inside were pumping iron. Jiang Hao took off his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted muscles, and began training by himself. He had once been a fitness coach, so he was thoroughly familiar with the equipment and needed no guidance.
At two thirty in the afternoon, Martin Marx drove to the gym. After greeting the front desk, he put