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Not long after his 21st birthday, Christian Rodriguez got the contract of a lifetime for his new info-tech company: The Colombian was hired as a cybersecurity consultant by Joaquín Guzmán Loera, the Mexican drug lord known as El Chapo.
While Mr. Rodriguez had little experience or formal education, he had been recommended by one of his other clients: Jorge Cifuentes Villa, a veteran trafficker who worked with Mr. Guzmán making cocaine deals with left-wing guerrillas in Colombia.
And so in 2008, the ambitious, young techie visited Mr. Guzmán at one of his hide-outs deep in the Sierra Madre mountains, inspecting the kingpin’s communications system and his shoddy internet setup, which often broke down when it rained. In several follow-up meetings, Mr. Rodriguez testified this week, he pitched Mr. Guzmán on an elaborate plan to enhance his information security, offering to build him a private phone network that ran on the internet and was totally encrypted.
That sophisticated system was, within three years, used against Mr. Guzmán after Mr. Rodriguez became ensnared in an F.B.I. sting operation and was then persuaded to become an informant. The I.T. expert helped the American authorities secretly collect a vast trove of the kingpin’s phone calls and text messages — among them, dozens he had sent to his wife and mistresses. In two days of testimony that ended on Thursday, Mr. Rodriguez told this riveting story to great — and damaging — effect at Mr. Guzmán’s drug conspiracy trial in Federal District Court in Brooklyn.
Mr. Rodriguez’s account was a kind of 21st-century cautionary tale. The moral? Always treat your I.T. people well. It was also a high-tech spy thriller in which federal agents were able to leverage Mr. Guzmán’s obsession with espionage against him.
It all began when Mr. Rodriguez, now 32, took 0,000 to build the kingpin the encrypted network, which allowed as many as 100 members of the Sinaloa drug cartel to speak securely with each other merely by dialing three-digit extensions on their phones. Part of his contract, Mr. Rodriguez said, was to teach the kingpin’s team how to use the phones, recalling that he once gave a tutorial on the devices to Mr. Guzmán’s personal secretary in an armored car.
But Mr. Guzmán — who, according to witnesses, long had a penchant for snooping — wanted something more. The I.T. expert said the crime lord also asked him to install spyware called FlexiSPY on the “special phones” he had given to his wife, Emma Coronel Aispuro, as well as to two of his lovers, including one who was a former Mexican lawmaker.
The kingpin made other strange requests, Mr. Rodriguez told jurors on Thursday. Once, he said, Mr. Guzmán asked him to find a way to intercept every message being sent from every internet cafe in Culiacán, a city of about 800,000 residents in the crime lord’s home state of Sinaloa. (Mr. Rodriguez said he tried, but ultimately failed.)
Working for a narco-lord could also be dangerous, he said.
Not long after the assignment to tap the internet cafes, the Mexican military raided Mr. Guzmán’s secret mountain hide-out. Mr. Rodriguez said he was forced to wander for three days in the elevated terrain with the kingpin and a band of heavily armed bodyguards. The gunmen, Mr. Rodriguez recalled, carried both “large weapons” and one “very large weapon,” which, they told him, was capable of shooting down a helicopter.
Throughout the grueling journey, Mr. Guzmán was “always very calm, very sure, very tranquil,” Mr. Rodriguez said.
When a prosecutor asked the young techie how he felt being on the lam, he answered, “very badly.”
After that experience, Mr. Rodriguez said he decided to put some “distance” between himself and Mr. Guzmán’s organization, training other technicians to run the cartel’s day-to-day communications. Shortly after, he recounted, the F.B.I. launched a covert operation to secure his cooperation.
In February 2010, an F.B.I. agent testified Tuesday, an undercover officer posing as a Russian mobster met Mr. Rodriguez in a Manhattan hotel. The officer said he wanted the I.T. expert to devise a way for him to speak with his associates without law enforcement listening in.
The following year, Mr. Rodriguez said on Thursday, two other federal agents approached him in Bogotá, Colombia, saying they knew he worked for Mr. Guzmán and telling him he was “in serious trouble.”
That same day, Mr. Rodriguez said, he agreed to become a government informant. Over the next several months, he said he installed recording software in Mr. Guzmán’s network that automatically sent copies of the kingpin’s calls to the F.B.I. each day at midnight. Mr. Rodriguez also gave the bureau the user names and passwords of Mr. Guzmán’s FlexiSPY accounts, allowing agents to read — almost in real time — the intimate and incriminating texts he sent his romantic partners.
All this came crashing down in 2012 when Mr. Rodriguez intercepted a phone call between two of Jorge Cifuentes’s siblings in which he heard them saying they had figured out that El Chapo’s tech guy was working with the Americans. After fleeing to the United States, Mr. Rodriguez said he had a “nervous breakdown” within a year. He was hospitalized and treated with electroconvulsive therapy.
This week, he looked better, if not completely fine, telling jurors he was now on medication and seeing a psychiatrist.
As he finished his testimony, Mr. Rodriguez left the witness stand and walked out the courtroom door, nervously avoiding Mr. Guzmán’s gaze.B:
精解112期藏宝图【北】【凌】【天】【从】【容】【地】【看】【着】【来】【人】，【那】【执】【扇】【抵】【喉】【的】【手】【反】【而】【加】【重】【了】【力】【道】，【丝】【毫】【不】【见】【有】【半】【分】【松】【开】【的】【迹】【象】，【来】【人】【的】【脑】【袋】【硬】【生】【生】【的】【被】【他】【逼】【迫】【高】【抬】，【只】【能】【用】【向】【下】【的】【余】【光】【看】【他】。 【在】【众】【人】【看】【来】，【这】【姿】【态】【便】【像】【是】【目】【空】【一】【切】，【至】【极】【的】【狂】【妄】，【连】【妖】【尊】【都】【奈】【何】【不】【了】【他】。【只】【有】【来】【人】【自】【己】【清】【楚】，【这】【一】【局】【对】【弈】【究】【竟】【是】【谁】【抢】【了】【头】【阵】。 【彼】【此】【对】【视】【了】【少】【顷】，【北】【凌】【天】
“【怎】【么】【办】…………【怎】【么】【办】…………【怎】【么】【办】…………” 【她】【埋】【头】【无】【聊】【的】【盯】【着】【桌】【面】，【忽】【然】“【叮】【玲】”【一】【声】，【她】【腕】【间】【的】【宫】【铃】【镯】【上】【那】【一】【串】【的】【小】【铃】【铛】【里】【有】【一】【个】【掉】【落】【在】【了】【石】【桌】【的】【台】【面】【上】【发】【出】【了】【一】【声】【清】【脆】。 “【哎】【呀】！【我】【的】【铃】【铛】【坏】【啦】！” 【她】【忽】【然】【蹙】【眉】【焦】【灼】【的】【捡】【起】【了】【那】【颗】【掉】【落】【在】【石】【桌】【台】【面】【上】，【已】【经】【裂】【开】【成】【了】【两】【瓣】【的】【小】【铃】【铛】。 “【哎】
【眼】【见】【煮】【熟】【的】【鸭】【子】，【都】【到】【嘴】【边】【了】，【就】【给】【人】【抢】【走】【了】，【这】【让】【绿】【袍】【老】【祖】【怎】【能】【不】【暴】【怒】？ 【绿】【袍】【老】【祖】【狂】【怒】【之】【下】【一】【声】【厉】【吼】，【九】【疑】【鼎】【内】【的】【焦】【杰】【不】【禁】【嘴】【角】【溢】【出】【一】【丝】【鲜】【血】。 【焦】【杰】【心】【中】【骇】【然】，【这】【绿】【袍】【到】【底】【有】【多】【强】【大】？【即】【便】【是】【九】【疑】【鼎】【也】【无】【法】【隔】【绝】【绿】【袍】【的】【攻】【击】。 【如】【果】【只】【有】【焦】【杰】，【焦】【杰】【是】【断】【然】【不】【敢】【将】【自】【己】【暴】【露】【在】【绿】【袍】【眼】【皮】【子】【底】【下】【的】，【就】【算】【九】【疑】精解112期藏宝图【一】、【取】【名】 【玉】【雪】【娇】【叹】【了】【口】【气】，【研】【墨】【就】【研】【墨】【呗】！【她】【没】【再】【抱】【怨】，【当】【真】【好】【好】【磨】【起】【墨】【来】。 【一】【回】【生】，【二】【回】【熟】，【这】【一】【次】【她】【研】【墨】【的】【水】【准】【比】【先】【前】【好】【太】【多】【了】。 “【好】【字】！”【玉】【雪】【娇】【看】【着】【赵】【霆】【珺】【铁】【划】【银】【钩】，【字】【字】【锋】【骨】【铮】【铮】，【锋】【芒】【四】【射】，【就】【连】【她】【这】【种】【不】【懂】【书】【法】【之】【人】，【都】【看】【出】【意】【境】【来】【了】。 “【不】【愧】【是】【你】，【写】【的】【真】【好】【看】！【你】【这】【手】【书】【画】【一】【定】【要】
【六】【年】【后】 “【好】【了】，【我】【们】【就】【不】【要】【在】【聊】【闲】【话】【了】。” “【是】【的】，【得】【赶】【紧】【颁】【奖】，【不】【然】【等】【会】【下】【去】，【我】【怕】【是】【得】【不】【好】【过】。” “【下】【一】【个】【要】【颁】【发】【的】【奖】【项】【是】【最】【佳】【金】【手】【指】【漫】【画】【创】【作】【奖】。” “【获】【得】【本】【届】【最】【佳】【金】【手】【指】【漫】【画】【创】【作】【奖】【的】【是】。” “【怎】【么】【回】【事】，【每】【次】【到】****【就】【卡】，【非】【要】【弄】【个】【悬】【念】【出】【来】，【直】【接】【说】【不】【行】【吗】？”【宁】
【迷】【糊】【中】【的】【唐】【黎】【一】【把】【将】【厨】【房】【的】【门】【推】【开】，【不】【禁】【使】【得】【自】【己】【下】【了】【一】【跳】，【厨】【房】【里】，【一】【个】【熟】【悉】【的】【面】【孔】【正】【注】【视】【着】【她】，【一】【阵】【愕】【然】。 “【王】，【王】【宇】，【你】【为】【什】【么】【会】【在】【这】【里】？” 【唐】【黎】【微】【楞】，【接】【着】【惊】【诧】【的】【问】【道】。 “【一】【直】【不】【愿】【意】【见】【我】，【想】【不】【到】【你】【真】【的】【跑】【来】【了】【这】【里】。” 【王】【宇】【凝】【视】【着】【唐】【黎】，【含】【情】【脉】【脉】【的】【眼】【神】，【无】【论】【如】【何】【压】【制】，【都】【掩】【饰】【不】【了】【他】
【虽】【然】【不】【舍】【得】【离】【京】，【但】【沈】【钧】【山】【去】【边】【关】【是】【高】【兴】【的】，【一】【来】【可】【以】【如】【愿】【上】【战】【场】【杀】【敌】，【二】【来】【再】【也】【不】【用】【被】【太】【后】【逼】【婚】【了】。 【太】【后】【管】【的】【再】【宽】，【也】【不】【可】【能】【在】【边】【关】【出】【事】【的】【时】【候】【逼】【他】【回】【京】【拜】【堂】【成】【亲】，【唯】【一】【不】【放】【心】【的】【就】【是】【颜】【宁】【和】【云】【初】【都】【在】【宫】【里】，【他】【怕】【皇】【上】【会】【护】【不】【住】【他】【们】。 【上】【官】【暨】【带】【领】【飞】【虎】【军】【火】【速】【赶】【往】【边】【关】，【到】【青】【云】【山】【脚】【下】【的】【时】【候】，【沈】【钧】【山】【和】【几】【个】