Linden pulled back the elastic band and put on his mask. From now on, he was the master hacker. He had to intercept Fat Cat before the real master hacker, CC, showed up!

He looked in the direction Fat Cat had parked his car. Sure enough, a portly figure was looking left and right, wearing the familiar Lynx mask.

Linden walked up to him. "Fat Cat!"

"Huh?" Fat Cat turned around in surprise! Seeing the Ultraman mask on Linden's face, he asked suspiciously, "How do you know my name? I didn't tell..."

"Listen, Fat Cat." Linden quickly closed in on him. "Not only do I know your name, but I also know you're planning to kill everyone later and keep all the money for yourself!"

"I'm not!"

"But the truth is, that master hacker lied to you! There's not a single penny in the bank vault; you're just being used."

"Who, who, who, who, who are you?!" Seeing Ultraman aggressively approaching, Fat Cat completely panicked! His right hand instinctively went to his waist—

Slap!

A hand pressed down on the gun grip at his waist! Ultraman was pressed close against the Lynx. Linden stared into Fat Cat's panicked eyes. "If you want revenge for your daughter, then listen to me. I know where the money is in this city!"

"You know about my daughter?!" Fat Cat was utterly bewildered! His voice cracked!

Swoosh. Linden directly pulled the handgun from Fat Cat's waist and slipped it into his own pocket. "Get in the car!"

...

The van sped along the road. Fat Cat glanced in the rearview mirror, then at Ultraman beside him.

"Bro... brother." Fat Cat swallowed. "What's going on? You've got to explain it to me! Are you really the master hacker?"

Linden opened his eyes and sat up straight. "I am not."

"Then you godda—" Fat Cat was consumed by anger!

"But I can help you get the money to avenge your daughter."

"—Brother, speak," Fat Cat said, focusing on driving.

"Did that master hacker who contacted you tell you there was a lot of money in the bank vault?"

"Yes, said there were gold bars too!"

"She's lying to you; there's not a single penny inside. The vault is full of empty safe deposit boxes. She's just using you to breach the bank's security. Once you're no longer useful, she'll probably shoot you in the head."

"You just saying all this, I can't believe you, can I?" Fat Cat spread his hands.

"I'm here to save you, Fat Cat. When we get into the vault, you'll understand everything naturally. You can see for yourself if there's any money."

"Then why are you saving me?" Fat Cat turned to look at Linden.

Linden took a deep breath, rubbing his nose through the mask. "It's not exactly saving you; I have my own motives too. I hope you'll follow my lead when the time comes and work with me against CC. Ah... CC, that's the name of the real master hacker."

"But I have two questions!" Fat Cat raised his hand.

"Shoot."

"If there's no real master hacker, how are we supposed to get into the bank vault?"

"Don't worry." Linden smiled faintly. "I'm more of an expert than the expert. It'll only take ten seconds."

"That amazing?!" Fat Cat's voice cracked again. "Also, I'm not even going to ask how you know about my daughter... but you said you could help me get the money to avenge her. Is that true?"

Linden nodded. "Yes, in this city, there are actually many places where you can get money—vast amounts of cash, jewels, gold bars. It's much safer and more efficient than robbing a bank."

"I've been knocking around this city for a long time; I know exactly how to get these things without any unnecessary risks. However..." Linden checked his watch. "However, it's definitely too late today. I can only take you tomorrow."

"Hey! What's one day!" Fat Cat laughed heartily, turning the steering wheel. "Tomorrow it is! Today, I'll listen to you; you're my big brother! Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do!"

...

In a little while, they arrived at their destination. The van parked by the roadside, directly opposite the bank, where a black-clad minion was tinkering with the entrance.

Fat Cat pointed out the window. "My guy has the bank door lock handled. Let's go!"

"Wait a second." Linden stopped Fat Cat from getting out of the car. "Actually, there's something I've always been curious about."

"What is it?"

"Your daughter's story."

Linden looked up at Fat Cat. The other man's pupils flickered, and he turned his head away. "I only know that your daughter died when she was six, that she was murdered..." Linden said softly. "Could you tell me who killed her? I can't quite understand why someone would specifically kill a six-year-old girl?"

Fat Cat kept staring out the window, silent. He pulled a cigarette from his pack, put it in his mouth, and lit it. The advantage of having a big face was being able to smoke with a mask on.

"I know it's painful for you, Fat Cat. It must be a very painful memory, but you really should tell me." Linden continued to persuade him. "As you've seen, I actually know a lot about various things in this city."

"I know the master hacker lied to you, I know there's no money in the bank vault, and I know about your daughter. Maybe I really can help you! I mean... not just financially."

The van was filled with smoke, like a misty wonderland.

"Actually, there's no harm in telling you." Fat Cat exhaled a puff of white smoke and flicked the ash. He pointed to the clock on the car's dashboard. "But it looks like we're running out of time."

"It's fine, just tell me!" Linden was on the verge of getting the answer! How could he let this chance slip away? He pounded his chest in assurance. "Don't worry, Fat Cat, I've robbed this bank several times; I know it like the back of my hand! However much time you take, I'll make it up to you with a speedrun!"

"That was many years ago..." Fat Cat sighed, lowering his head. The Lynx on his mask even seemed a bit melancholic. "At that time, my father, you might not believe it... don't look at me like this, but my father was a very famous mathematician and even won a Fields Medal."

"Back then, I was working out of town, and my daughter usually stayed at my father's house. One night, my daughter suddenly had a fever and convulsions. My father picked her up and rushed to the hospital. But then..." Fat Cat's voice trembled slightly. "Then... they got into a car accident. A big truck ran directly over both of them... ran over, ran over..."

Fat Cat couldn't continue. He took several deep drags from his cigarette, then paused. "Later, I investigated for a long time and found out that it wasn't an accidental car crash at all! It was murder! It was a premeditated murder!"

"Their target was just my father; my daughter was caught in the crossfire. I don't know why... my father was just a bookworm; he never provoked anyone!"

Linden patted Fat Cat's shoulder. "Who wanted to kill your father? You said 'they'... so it wasn't just one person?"

"It was an organization." Fat Cat exhaled a cloud of smoke. "It's a very mysterious organization, so mysterious that I couldn't find a single trace. I've been investigating for so long, but apart from a name, I've found nothing!"

"The name of this organization is..." Fat Cat extinguished his cigarette, gritting his teeth. "The Dawn Code!"