"Backdoor program?" Jiang Chen's expression turned serious as he sat up from the bed. "What's going on?"
"Do you want to start safe mode?"
"Of course!"
In the holographic image, a stream of data flashed through Jean's pupils.
Safe mode was quickly activated, and the interdimensional communication and electromagnetic wave communication chips on the watch were physically disconnected.
Then, Jiang Chen felt that his watch was gradually heating up.
He knew very well that Jean was using all the computing power of the wrist-mounted computer to check the backdoor program.
After a while, a wisp of smoke with a burnt smell floated from the side of the watch.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed into a line as he reached out and touched the side of the watch.
Soon, from the side of the watch, he rubbed off a mechanical mosquito as thin as a hair.
The mosquito had six slender limbs, and there was a data needle on its head, but at this moment, it was a bit distorted from his rubbing. This meticulously crafted mechanical mosquito should have optical invisibility, otherwise, it would be impossible for him not to notice it at all.
The one who downloaded the backdoor program into his watch was most likely this "mosquito."
"Done?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Of course," Jane said proudly, "Don't you see who wrote my AI?"
It seems that I have to thank Yao Yao when I go back.
Thinking about it, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and asked.
"How much information was stolen?"
"The amount of data transferred is only 1.3 megabytes."
"List the information that may have been copied for me," Jiang Chen immediately ordered.
"Yes … the documents suspected to have been stolen are as follows …"
Following Jiang Chen's instructions, Jean retrieved the information that may have been stolen, listed it into a table of contents, and presented it to Jiang Chen.
When his eyes scanned the table of contents, Jiang Chen was relieved.
The stolen information was all insignificant, and he didn't have the habit of carrying important information with him. The interdimensional communication chip was a separate encryption program, and the hacker who invaded his wrist-mounted computer hadn't reached that step yet.
"Can you lock the coordinates of the intruder?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
"…"
Jiang Chen wasn't sure if the way Jean looked at him was the way she looked at an idiot …
"If there is a satellite to track the signal source, it's not impossible," Jean replied.
"Okay, I know I asked a stupid question." Jiang Chen coughed.
The light particles were like blown away gravel, and Jean's holographic screen disappeared from his side.
The wrist-mounted computer performed high-intensity calculations just now, and now the CPU and memory bar were very hot. In order not to reduce the hardware life, Jean started the hibernation mode to save computing resources, and at the same time release the memory for the wrist-mounted computer …
He stood up, walked to the window, and recalled the people he met today.
The previous encounter with Old Luo in the bar, the peeping eyes on the road, aside from these, there were many opportunities to release the electronic mosquito … There were too many suspects who might have downloaded the backdoor program in his watch.
Standing by the window, he looked at the night view of Pingan Street.
After thinking for a moment, he restarted the communication chip on his watch and called Zhou Guoping.
"Hello?"
"It's me," Jiang Chen said concisely.
Zhou Guoping said respectfully.
"What orders do you have, Marshal?"
"How are your people doing in Pingan Street?"
"Hehe, boss, you've found the right person —"
Jiang Chen didn't want to waste too much time with him, so he interrupted him and said.
"Okay, go do something for me."
"Go ahead."
"Help me investigate two people." After a pause, Jiang Chen continued, "One is called Scarecrow, the boss of Hell Messenger. The other is called Shura. If possible, bring him to me. "
…
In the dimly lit room, the holographic screen flickered, and only the sound of the computer running could be heard.
Rows of data streams slid across the screen at an incredible speed.
The speed of the man tapping on the touchpad gradually accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated …
Finally, it accelerated to the limit.
His ten fingers had already turned into streaks of afterimages, creating little ripples on the touchpad.
"Damn it!" His fist slammed on the table, and the man's hands left the touchpad. He leaned back in the chair, and his face was full of disappointment.
A woman walked to him with a cup of coffee and placed one of the cups next to his keyboard.
"How's the situation?"
"Terrible." The man shook his head. "We lost an electronic fly."
A look of surprise flashed across the woman's face.
"Electronic fly? They can even detect the electronic fly, their alertness is really … "
"Do you want to say it's too high? Obviously, you guessed right. "The man shrugged.
Just then, there was a slight noise on the wall, and a ray of light leaked into the dark room.
The two of them reached for their waists at the same time.
However, when they saw the person standing at the door, they sighed in relief at the same time and withdrew their hands from their waists.
"I'm back."
Old Luo pushed open the door, walked in, pressed on the wall, and closed the elevator door.
"What's wrong with you …" The woman looked at him with a slightly surprised look.
"I ran into a little trouble." Old Luo threw the damaged coat on the hanger, sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, and asked casually, "How's the investigation going?"
"Same as you." The man sitting in front of the touchpad shrugged. "I ran into a little trouble."
"Oh?" Old Luo raised an eyebrow.
"The person responsible for the target's information security, the relevant skill rating is at least A, and may even be S." The man picked up the strange-colored coffee on the table, took a sip, and smacked his lips. "Unbelievable, what era is this? There are still people who pay attention to network security?"
"Aren't you also an S level?" Old Luo grinned. "You can even make the famous Greyhound feel troubled?"
"Offense and defense are two different concepts." The man called Greyhound shook his head. "Just like football, there are home and away games to attack. What's more, you've seen our hardware situation. I've been using this server for more than 30 years. "
"Is there no other way?" Old Luo asked.
"The electronic fly has been cleaned up. Why don't you go release another fly? Maybe this time — "
"We can't continue to waste precious resources on him." Old Luo shook his head, looked at the ceiling, and puffed out a smoke ring. He watched the smoke gradually dissipate, and murmured, "Especially when we haven't figured out how much NAC knows about that thing."
"What do you mean?"
"You continue to try to crack the security program." Old Luo tapped away the ash on the cigarette and slowly said, "The most important thing is to find that thing before Leader Ding and the Sect of the Guardian Sect."
"Leave it to me … I mean, I'll try my best." Greyhound spread his hands and sighed. "Tomorrow I'll go to the market again and see if I can get some old parts back. At least let it work until everything is over … It's too old. "
"Go." Old Luo nodded.
The room returned to silence.
The server seemed to have crashed again. Greyhound was helplessly waiting on the side with a wrench. The only woman was sitting beside the chair, reading a book by herself in the dim light. She was killing time.
Old Luo just quietly watched the spicy smoke dissipate at the edge of the ceiling.
After a long time, he sighed softly and threw the burnt cigarette butt into the trash can.
"It's getting messier."
Originally, their competitors were only Leader Ding and Manager Wan of Pingan Street, as well as the Guardian Sect. With the sudden fall of the Badaling Military Outpost, outsiders such as CCCP and NAC also entered the game.
The most important thing was that they carried a lot of chips.
Perhaps before the end of the year, the outcome of this game would be decided.
Or maybe earlier …
"It's almost time to start dealing cards …"
Looking at the ceiling quietly, Old Luo's pupils flashed with a thought-provoking light. His dry lips were muttering something to himself.
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