After the list was announced, Jiang Chen walked to the Reuters broadcast van.
At this time, he had already used the holographic camouflage system to distort the details of his face and completely turned into another face. No one could recognize his face.
Although he could hide behind the scenes and leave this last task to a Ghost Agent, since he was already at the last step of eliminating the UA, it would be too boring to stand on the sidelines and watch the show.
When a stranger walked towards him, the reporter who was adjusting the camera looked up and frowned.
"What's the matter?"
Subconsciously, the British reporter regarded Jiang Chen as a representative of a Nippon civil society. This was because many Asians who spoke Japanese English had come to him and made all kinds of strange requests for his evidence collection.
Subjectively, he was very disgusted with people, especially laymen, criticizing his interviews. At this moment, another "Nippon" person walked towards him. Of course, he couldn't be polite.
"After the interview begins, you point the camera at the servers and stay on each server for at least two seconds." After a moment of preparation in his mind, Jiang Chen adjusted his English level and directly made his request in a very broken Nippon English.
"Give each server a shot? Does this make any sense? " Putting the camera aside, the Reuters reporter sneered and said rudely, "I don't need a layman to criticize my interview. Every shot of mine will be recorded in a notarized place!"
"It makes a lot of sense, and it doesn't conflict, does it?" Faced with the reporter's question, Jiang Chen put on a serious expression and said, "We must confirm that every server is inside. You only need to give all the servers a close-up shot before the interview begins. How about this, after the interview is over, I will buy the material shot according to my requirements from your memory card at the price of 10,000 pounds per second. "
"Deal!"
Almost without any hesitation, the reporter agreed to Jiang Chen's request.
10,000 pounds per second!
What was the difference between this and picking up money?
And all he needed to do was to give those servers one more shot. This reporter didn't require him to put those shots in the interview. In principle, this did not violate his professional ethics.
Only an idiot wouldn't take free money!
"There are a total of 20 servers in the photo …"
"I understand." Facing the fiery gaze, Jiang Chen took out his phone and smiled. "I'll pay you the deposit for 20 cases. Based on the agreement of two seconds per case, it's a total of 400,000 pounds. As for how much you can get, it's all up to you. "
The transfer was completed very quickly.
After the reporter left, a subtle curvature appeared on Jiang Chen's face, and he made an OK gesture to Gill next to him. The latter was staring blankly at Jiang Chen at the moment. The initial respect in his eyes was replaced by a hint of worship.
Just half a minute ago, when Jiang Chen took out his phone and transferred money to the reporter, Gill quietly installed the data transmission laser probe on the camera he had been fiddling with.
…
At noon, various non-governmental organizations distributed free food and water to the protesters. The money to buy food and water came from the donations received by these non-governmental organizations from all walks of life. As for who these donations came from, needless to say, it was naturally the Sumitomo Foundation.
With his eyes fixed on the protesters outside the military base, Sumitomo Kenichi clenched his fists and constantly prayed in his heart. He prayed that the man was really as confident as he was and could eventually bring down the CIB.
Otherwise, just because he rashly used the influence of the Sumitomo Group and stood in the coal pit, it would be enough to ruin the reputation he had built in the family. He would go from the glorious first heir to the cold palace that would never be put in an important position.
Two hours later, it was two o 'clock in the afternoon.
The invited reporters and experts were escorted into the venue by UA soldiers.
In order to prevent people from taking pictures of things that shouldn't be taken on the road, all electronic equipment must be handed in before arriving at the destination. After arriving at the destination, the interview equipment such as cameras and microphones were returned to the hands of each reporter.
After entering Room 014, the UA had been staring at the reporters from Xinhua News Agency and CTV.
Because in their view, without inviting the Xin media, only the Han people who were good at working together might help Jiang Chen and his Ghost Agents play tricks.
Several Han people were naturally quite dissatisfied with the UA's distrustful eyes and stared back. The French stood on the side, and a few reporters surrounded a computer expert who had the demeanor of a master and commented on the servers.
As for the British …
The BBC reporters set up their cameras properly, and after the Reuters reporter entered the room, he scurried between the servers like he was searching for treasure. He was quite persistent in giving a close-up shot of each server.
For the strange behavior of the British, the UA standing on the side was only slightly puzzled, but they didn't have any doubts.
One was because the UK had always been on the same side as the UA, and Reuters had always followed the general direction pointed out by the British government. The second was that giving a close-up shot of each server was meaningless in the eyes of Thomas and others, because from the time the photo was taken until now, no one had touched the servers at all.
Not even a touch!
Although there were ten media outlets present, there were only four protagonists at the scene. Ten cameras were ready and aimed at the row of cold servers, and the British reporter finally ended his "treasure hunt" and slowly returned to the Reuters team.
The terminal access to the server was provided by the UA military.
Thomas was certain that there would be no problems with this batch of servers. In order to cooperate with the major media to report the inspection process more clearly, he specifically asked someone to drag a projector from the conference room and projected the operation interface of the terminal display on the white screen.
In order to avoid suspicion, the expert appointed by the Associated Press was placed last.
The first expert appointed by Agence France-Presse.
After Thomas asked someone to connect the power of the server, the French expert with curly hair pressed the power button and went forward to fiddle with it in a responsible manner. After about half an hour, the expert finally shook his head, walked back to the Agence France-Presse reporter, and gave a rather conservative answer.
"From the program, I don't see any problems. At least for now, it can be proved that these servers cannot store T-virus data. "
The next expert was the Chinese expert.
The Chinese information technology expert also came forward and carefully examined the server, but the result was the same as the previous French expert. However, there were still doubts about whether the Americans were cheating. After thinking for a moment, the Chinese expert spoke.
"There is no problem with the software. I request to disassemble the machine and check the hardware to determine the source of these servers — "
"Proposal rejected." Thomas said without hesitation, "All checks are limited to the program. This is the bottom line of our tolerance! We can't allow you to tamper with our server just because of your groundless accusations. "
After the Hua expert was forcibly kicked off the stage, the British expert went up next.
The first two experts had already tried, and the British expert obviously didn't have much confidence in finding anything interesting. After operating the terminal connected to the server for a while, he shook his head and stepped down, handing the last baton to the UA.
When Thomas saw the expert on his side took the last baton, a victorious smile appeared on his face.
At this moment, he could already conclude that they had won this round of confrontation.
Celestial Trade may be gambling that they didn't dare to open the military camp, or perhaps they were waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the military base to tamper with the server. But no matter what their plan was a minute ago, when the last baton was handed to the UA, they had no chance of winning.
In the expectant eyes of Lieutenant Generals Thomas and Howard, the expert appointed by the Associated Press stood up.
Pushing up his glasses, the old man in his fifties walked in front of the camera and slowly said.
"The first three experts didn't see any problems. I don't think I can find anything."
After a pause, the information technology expert from California shrugged and then said, "From the beginning, I thought this was a farce. Now it seems that my inference is correct. Someone tried to slander us, and it is obvious that they have shot themselves in the foot. But with a responsible attitude, I will still carry out the inspection procedure to the end. "
As he spoke, he coughed gently, adjusted his collar, and walked to the terminal connected to the server.
"So, let's restart the server first."
As he spoke, he pressed the restart button.
Just like the previous few times, the green signal lights lit up one after another, and the operation of the server was quite stable.
When deleting the T virus data, Mr. Tanaka formatted the server quite thoroughly, and even left no clues that might be associated with the T virus. Without special technical means, after days or even months of hard work, it was absolutely impossible to restore the formatted data.
The disassembly and inspection proposed by the Hua experts may be a good way to prove that this batch of servers came from Takeda Pharmaceutical, but the UA people would never agree. Even if they were unwilling, everyone could only watch Thomas announce the "victory" of the UA people as the restart button was pressed.
However, at this moment, the UA experts were stunned.
Thomas and Howard were stunned.
Everyone present was stunned.
There were also people in other parts of Nippon and even around the world, watching and waiting for the test results through various live broadcast channels.
The boot screen was still the same, and the operation interface had not changed.
However, the line of words that popped up on the screen was a bit painful …
[T virus database, restarting …]
[Reboot successful, loading for you …]
A long stream of data gushed out from the text box on the left side of the screen, and the rotating three-dimensional image on the right side was the morphological structure diagram and RNA molecular chain of the T virus. At this moment, all of this data was projected by a projector on the white screen hanging in front of him.
Thomas's eyes were bloodshot as he rushed forward to unplug the power, but it was too late.
The ten media outlets on the scene were all live broadcasting, and this scene had been spread to every corner of the world.
The UA expert still stood there in a daze, his finger hovering above the restart button.
He had not recovered yet.
As for the fact that he had already done a meritorious deed …
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