Should I make a move? The thought had barely formed when Dean crushed it. The gun was already drawn. Would it be right not to shed blood? The key was, whether Dean acted or not, the Lucifer Game Organization had higher-ups watching him. Since that was the case, it might be better to disrupt their operations whenever possible and divert their attention. The tricky part was the satellite overhead.
Thinking of this, a figure came to Dean’s mind.
He took out his phone, entered a series of numbers, and dialed.
A moment later, a somewhat boyish voice answered, "Dean, this is the first time you’re calling me. Are you in trouble?"
"Yes, Little Mike. How have things been for you lately?"
"Although I dislike wasting my break time on such trivialities, the people you assigned are very professional and have excellent security awareness. I’m quite satisfied with them."
After his last conversation with Little Mike, Dean had sought help from the wealthy Ross, requesting some professional servants to look after Little Mike.
The individuals he had arranged were servants professionally trained by prominent families.
It now seemed Ross had indeed been very helpful and hadn’t just fobbed him off.
Dean knew Little Mike’s style and didn’t beat around the bush, asking directly for help, "Little Mike, do you know anything about satellite surveillance?"
"I’m fairly familiar with it. I often hack into ground-based space stations and use their satellites to observe the outside world."
Upon hearing this, a look of joy spread across Dean’s face. "What should I do if I’m under satellite surveillance?"
Little Mike pondered briefly, then began to enlighten Dean. "There are only two types of satellite surveillance.
One is optical monitoring, similar to cameras. Some specialized military satellites can even pinpoint visuals to within about a meter of your location and use first-generation AI computations to lock onto you.
The other type is communication surveillance.
This method is more commonly used. It typically involves locating your cell phone communications to lock onto your position.
This method is far more convenient than the police relying on telecommunication companies, and it’s also more covert.
If someone has tampered with your communication device—for instance, by sending remote emails or implanting a Trojan into your phone’s operating system—then the moment your phone powers on, it can silently transmit your location to a communication satellite without needing to make any calls.
This technology is actually quite mature in satellite mapping applications already."
Little Mike’s brief explanation was enough for him to realize that if he was being monitored, his phone was the most likely culprit!
It wasn’t that he was stupid. It was because in his previous life, he was just an inconspicuous Sweeper; no one would have bothered to expend the effort to track his phone’s location.
This was one of Dean’s blind spots.
Damn, does that mean all the safe houses I’ve set up, and my Disguise preparations, have been exposed?
Dean suddenly confronted this very serious issue!
But he quickly collected himself. He was just scaring himself.
There were two reasons for this.
First, when Dean went to kill the Catholic Bishop of Los Angeles, people from the Lucifer Game Organization had sent a woman to the hotel to check if he was there.
This meant that at the time, they were not monitoring his location.
Second, Ann North herself had said that the Lucifer Gaming Organization’s internal network only updated his location every few days.
This meant their surveillance of his location was periodic, not real-time!
Seeing Dean’s silence, Little Mike continued,
"Actually, if you know these things in advance, the solutions are simple.
For communication surveillance, just switch to a phone no one knows about, and you’ll be fine.
As for optical monitoring, satellites operate on fixed cycles, and their numbers are limited. If you can time your movements to coincide with the gaps in their coverage, they’ll be powerless to track your actions.
Tomorrow, I’ll send you a schedule of the operating times for satellites capable of surveillance!"
"Understood. Thank you, Little Mike!" Dean couldn’t help feeling grateful he hadn’t killed Little Mike earlier. He said softly, "Buddy, I’ll contact you next time. Good night."
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His health was poor, and he needed sufficient sleep to maintain his brain’s high-speed processing daily.
Now that he understood the surveillance methods, Dean had a plan.
His whereabouts had already been exposed once tonight, so he definitely couldn’t take action ’personally’.
Or rather, he *could* take action.
But, on the record, the ’Cannibal Demon’ had to die at someone else’s hands, creating an alibi for him.
Dean let out a heavy breath and began to clear out this disposable safe house.
For safety’s sake, he also planned to abandon all his other safe houses and set up a new batch.
「Early morning. The precinct.」
Merck pointed at a map of a manor, addressing a group of exhausted patrol officers about his capture plan. "Your task is simple," he began. "When the operation starts, surround the entire manor. Then, search it meticulously until the target is captured!"
From the audience, a bald man frowned. "Agent Merck, if I may interrupt, are you saying you want us to capture him alive?"
Merck’s gaze rested on the bald man, recognizing him as a senior officer at the precinct, apparently named Hawk, one of the lead patrol officers for this operation.