Blog 1 Topic 7 Chapter 1 DETECTIVE ALBERT BROWN Cyber fool

Blog 1

Topic 7

Chapter 1

DETECTIVE ALBERT BROWN

Cyber fool

Ramy Hemsworth, a 42-year-old billionaire, was sitting on his couch watching TV when suddenly a message appeared on his phone:

“Dear Ramy Hemsworth, $10,000,000,000 has been debited on 09/03/2019. Remarks: MB/*****************AV. Balance: ***. Support Centre: 01-464983269.”

He looked at his phone, shocked that literally all his money was gone. He started to cry. His money had come from illegal sources, so he called Albert Brown—that’s me.

I entered his home wearing a long brown coat, carrying a stick, with a hat and glasses on my eyes. I looked toward him and said:

“A 42-year-old billionaire with exactly 1 billion dollars in his bank account called an independent detective. That means your money is black, and so are your intentions. Sit down. Sorry, Ramy—if he was a real thief, I could help you. But he’s an online motherfucker. I can’t help you.”

Then suddenly someone from behind called me:

“Dear Detective Albert Alko Brown, you should try.”

That was the second person who knew my full name—the first was my father. I turned toward him. He was my great-granddad, age 29, height 6’1: Tony Rogers, the man, the myth. My stick fell down, my eyes wide open. He stood up and said:

“The billion that was stolen was actually mine. And if you don’t find it, then the police will have to find you.”

I agreed with him. He was my idol. Can you believe he owns a Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail with a gold-plated steering wheel and the most expensive seats in the world? Meeting him is like someone’s dream.

I agreed and went outside, still in shock. Then someone shot toward me, trying to kill me. I drove my car and started to follow the guy on the bike. Driving at full speed, some bike riders came near me and started shooting. My car lost balance and hit a traffic light. My head was slightly injured. I came out of the car. They were leaving, but one of them looked at me like he was giving me a warning. Then I understood—it wasn’t a normal case. Someone was trying to take Tony’s money and wanted to kill him. I couldn’t take help from the police because I was working for criminals.

The bike riders stopped. I walked toward them and said:

“Run, but remember—I’m Albert Brown. I will find you all.”

They showed me the middle finger and went away. I fell down, but I was okay.

I woke up at Sandy’s place—the same hitman I had worked with. He said:

“A total of 15 people’s bank accounts have been hacked. What should we do? They’re all coming to you.”

I woke up and said:

“What? 15 people? Hey, do you know any hacker?”

Sandy smiled and said:

“I know a guy.”

We both went to him. He wasn’t just a hacker—his name was Tom, the developer of the entire hacking network. He had hacked all the millionaires’ and billionaires’ bank accounts.

I said:

“Hey, keep an eye on them.”

He looked toward me and said:

“Listen, I may find the hackers, but I can’t find where they are because they may run away.”

I replied:

“That I can do.”

We sat down and waited. Many bank accounts were being hacked. Many private photos of girls were being leaked from their phones—numbers, credit cards, bank account passwords, chats, even sex videos. Tom said:

“There are so many of these, we can’t find them.”

I said:

“Wait.”

Soon Tom’s computer and database were full. There were so many leaked pictures and videos that we could create another adult website. He said:

“Waste of time, child. We failed.”

I looked toward him and said:

“Track the location of those videos from where they were posted.”

He checked and found they were from the same place. He said:

“But how do you know?”

I replied:

“In a single day, more than 15,000 of those videos were leaked from one state. That’s impossible. If you don’t believe me, then see—exactly 15,000 bank accounts will be hacked. The videos being leaked are actually the code. If people click any of those videos, it absorbs all the information from their device. It’s simple—people are attracted to it, so they post it, and the hackers take the money. They’re all fools.”

Soon 15,000 accounts were hacked. Tom asked if he should track those hackers. I replied:

“Bike riders were behind me, so there’s a high chance they don’t stay in a fixed place. We can’t track them.”

Tom got frustrated and said:

“How the hell do you know all this?”

I looked toward him and said:

“First I analyze one incident. Out of that, I take millions of results. From those, I take the most possible result. Hence, I’m always right.”

He looked toward me and said:

“So now what, Mr. Einstein? We can’t track him. He doesn’t have a SIM card.”

I laughed loudly and said:

“Look, it doesn’t matter that he pulled the SIM card; the phone is still screaming his location to every street corner he passes. Even without a cellular plan, a smartphone constantly sniffs for Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals to keep its GPS accurate. Every time he walks past a Starbucks or a smart doorbell, his phone sends out a unique MAC address—a digital fingerprint—asking if it can connect. I just backdoored into a WPS database that catalogs those pings. As long as his phone is powered on, he’s leaving a trail of digital breadcrumbs across the city, and I’m connecting the dots on my screen.”

His mouth was wide open. Even Sandy was shocked. He said:

“Bro, you are really Albert Brown from a different timeline.”

Then a call came:

“Listen, you’re not going to find me that easily. I’ve got this entire setup running through a hardened VPN tunnel nested inside a Tor relay, so my actual IP is bouncing through three different continents before it even hits the web. On top of that, I’ve set up a MAC address randomizer—every few minutes, my hardware ID rotates, making me look like a completely different device to those Wi-Fi sniffers you’re so proud of. I even disabled SSID broadcasting and locked my local traffic behind an AES-256 encrypted mesh, so even if you managed to sniff a packet, it’d just look like gibberish. I’m not just off the grid; I’m the ghost in your machine.”

Sandy and Tom were shocked. I replied:

“It will be a fun game. I don’t have to run all over the country now—you’ll make me use my full mind.”

 TO BE CONTINUED…………