MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 85'S
On the other hand, Arkhan was having a meeting with two of his co-workers in a hotel room, both of whom were foreign nationals. Evidently from the language they use is English, white, explained bule. Reza stood behind Arkhan. The faces of the four humans looked tense watching the laptop screen that showed a massive movement of funds transfer.
This has been the number of times they have broken into banks through the SWIFT platform. The weakness of the platform makes them easily do the action because the knowledge they have is quite comparable to the security created.
Only Arkhan sat on the chair, while the other three stood behind the seat Arkhan occupied, waiting for the success of their action.
“Yess!” arkhan exclaimed when the break-in was successful. Yes, unmitigated, the money that was stolen through Bank Central was about three trillion using malware that allowed them to hijack the bank's SWIFT software to transfer money and hide traces.
They then huddle, negotiating the money they have managed to take for profit sharing. A man named Erick said he would return to Bangladesh. And Ben, the German man is going to Bali for a vacation. At least they will split up to find security each so that it is not easy to track.
Everyone shakes hands. Reza folded the laptop and put it in a bag. He carried the bag and followed Arkhan out of the hotel.
Reza drives while Arkhan sits in the back seat, playing a phone he always uses specifically as a device to support his success in hacking.
“There's a new target, Bang?” reza asked as he glanced at the rearview mirror, looking at the busy Arkhan on his phone.
“You will know later.” Arkhan smiled happily.
The car drove through the silence of the night. Then stop in front of Arkhan's house. Arkhan hands his phone to Reza and Reza puts it in a laptop bag.
“Keep well those items,” insists Arkhan. All the items that smelled with hacking and allowed it to be evidence were kept bik-good by Reza in Arkhan's other house.
“Good, Bang.”
“Do not go anywhere before my goods are well stored.”
“Siap, Bang. But after that I'm going to the bar, Bang.”
“Bias. World boy.”
Arkhan raised an eyebrow no matter what then breezed into his house. He immediately entered the room.His steps stopped when he saw Zalfa was sitting on a prayer mat for praying isya. Arkhan was silent for a moment watching Zalfa who had his whole body covered with white face, the girl's lips whispered a beautiful sentence, then the girl turned left and right for a greeting.
Arkhan walked into the bathroom shortly after grabbing the towel. Soon he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He changed clothes as long as Zalfa took off his face and folded it. Zalfa lowered his gaze, not looking at Arkhan who was wearing clothes.
Arkhan threw his body into the bed. Put one arm over his forehead and his eyes closed.
“You how long did you sit still there?” arkhan asked as he opened his eyes and glanced at Zalfa still in his position and not moving from above the prayer mat. Then he closed his eyes again.
Zalfa turned towards Arkhan. He then got up and arranged his prayer equipment into the closet.
Arkhan opened his eyes as he did not feel the pounding of the mattress by his side, the girl was still standing.
“Come!” Arkhan patted the bed next to him. One hand supports the head with the elbow into a base.
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