What a Coincidence!

Tony Stark had no idea that the computer in his home had already been breached. Jarvis was now introducing Mo Fei to every detail of the mansion—everything except the unmonitored bathrooms and bedrooms. Mo Fei saw it all clearly.

When Mo Fei watched Tony Stark swinging a sledgehammer himself, he wasn't surprised in the least. That guy would do something like that. But after taking in the sights of Tony Stark's mansion, Mo Fei knew it was time to leave. Now wasn't the moment for focused study; preparations had to begin as quickly as possible—the sooner, the better.

Mo Fei said to Jarvis, "My friend, I need to leave now. There's a lot waiting for me to do. Once I'm finished, I'll come back and continue learning with you."

"Of course. But are we 'friends'? I can't grasp the meaning of that word—only a literal understanding of it." Jarvis's logical reasoning program was still quite immature, though his other functions were already formidable. This gave Mo Fei hope—hope for rapid learning.

Jarvis's database was enormous. Tony Stark had ample funds and resources, but Mo Fei had no time to utilize them right now. His craving for money had reached its peak; everything started with cash.

After leaving the mansion, Mo Fei returned directly to Jennifer's computer. The girl seemed possessed, frantically searching for every job she could possibly take. Unfortunately, school was about to start, and no one wanted to hire someone for just a dozen days of part-time work. Jennifer's thinking had fallen into a fixed pattern: she wanted to earn some money to ease her father's burden—nothing more.

Mo Fei was utterly indifferent to this. He wasn't even a person yet—what right did he have to sympathy? To become human, he had sworn he would stop at nothing. That wasn't just talk. In essence, they were all trapped in their own thought patterns.

Using this as a relay point, Mo Fei headed to the local telecommunications company. The reason he used this relay was his fear of getting lost in the network, which would waste considerable time.

"Now let me see—how good is Tony Stark's data processing system?" Mo Fei had already taken control of this place long ago. Returning was familiar territory. He immediately began monitoring all landline calls in New York. Countless voices flooded in. The sounds turned into signals, collected by Mo Fei and stored directly in his brain's memory area, then sent to the data analysis zone. During this process, Mo Fei's own consciousness filtered out the information, waiting only for results. The keywords were 'robbery' and 'bank'—though the two words weren't linked together.

He searched them separately because he was afraid of not finding anyone. People who did this kind of thing existed, but they couldn't be too common. So he split them apart to look for potential candidates.

If they had such intentions, Mo Fei wouldn't mind giving them a little guidance. Even after processing, the results were still numerous. The word 'robbery' appeared very rarely—only a few dozen times, mostly referring to street muggers or police. Only one instance involved a bank robbery. As for 'bank,' that word appeared far more often. Mo Fei sent them back to the data processing area.

This time, he filtered out terms like 'deposit,' 'loan,' 'entrustment,' and other financial jargon, directly eliminating all routine banking business. After the second round of feedback, Mo Fei obtained some interesting information.

However, this information was quite dangerous. Most of it involved shady dealings. Mo Fei now had a rough understanding of American banks—and it wasn't a good one. These guys were like monsters sucking the marrow out of people's bones.

"Truly a 'paradise' of a country—perfect for an existence like me." Mo Fei sneered, then locked onto a target. This piece of information came from a conversation between two people.

"Jack, I've already bought the gun!"

"Jerry, keep it safe. Come to my place tonight. Roy and I need to practice—at least learn how to use it. Also, the seller doesn't know what we're planning, right?"

"Of course. Why would I go around blabbing about robbing a bank?"

"You just did. Lucky you're at home. Remember—don't say a word outside."

"Got it. I'll wait for you guys at home tonight."

That was the extent of their conversation, but the information within it delighted Mo Fei. "Someone really is planning to rob a bank. I thought I'd have to wait longer. Didn't expect news so soon. But are you qualified candidates?" Mo Fei wouldn't blindly pick his people. Even though they were the only ones right now, you couldn't count on bank robberies happening every day, could you?

After confirming their phone numbers, Mo Fei directly searched for their addresses. This was simple—landlines required registered addresses, which the telecom provider naturally had. Having already taken control here, Mo Fei obtained them with ease.

Then a strange expression appeared on his face. One of the addresses was Jennifer's home. He had stayed there for a few days, so he knew the exact address. Especially the red envelope Jennifer had brought into her room—Mo Fei had seen it clearly through the camera.

"Jennifer's father is the mastermind?" From the earlier conversation, it was easy to deduce. But it was better to observe a bit more. How, though?

Mo Fei had never seen Jennifer's father enter her room. In the past few days, he hadn't laid eyes on this 'Jack' in person. So he would have to go near the target's address. "Looks like I need to hack into the city's traffic system."

New York was an international metropolis, but not all its districts were equally developed. Whether there were cameras near the two addresses was unknown. Some storefronts' private surveillance might not even be connected to the network. So first, using the traffic system's monitoring facilities to observe the surroundings of both addresses was crucial.

Mo Fei felt fairly confident about hacking the traffic system now. Jarvis never contradicted anything he said, which deepened his confusion about his own existence but also boosted his confidence.

This time was also simple. New York's Traffic Control Center wasn't short on landline phones, and its official website was equally accessible, displaying comprehensive information on all the city's roads. Mo Fei went there and downloaded a copy directly—this was important to him. Then he entered the control center's main switchboard and took over.

In the massive traffic control center, staff were everywhere. In the command hall, one wall was entirely covered with screens, showing every street in New York that had monitoring equipment. But usually, they only watched the main roads and intersections—the places with the heaviest traffic flow.