Chapter 1,170 Dealing Cards

"Backdoor program?" Jiang Chen looked stern and sat up from the bed, "What's going on?"

"Enable safe mode?"

"certainly!"

In the holographic image, a stream of data flashed through Jane's pupils.

The safe mode was quickly activated, and the watch's interdimensional communication and electromagnetic wave communication chips were physically disconnected.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chen felt that his watch was getting hot.

He knew very well that this was Jian Zheng using all the computing power of his wrist-mounted computer to detect and kill the backdoor program.

After a while, a wisp of green smoke with a sticky smell floated from the side of the watch.

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly and he reached out to fumble around on the side of his watch.

Soon, he rubbed out a hair-thin mechanical mosquito from the side of the watch.

This mosquito had six slender limbs and a data needle on its head, but it was already a little twisted by him. Presumably, this finely crafted mechanical mosquito should have an optical invisibility function, otherwise he would not have noticed it at all.

The person who downloaded the backdoor program into his watch was most likely this "mosquito".

"Done?" Jiang Chen asked.

"That's natural," Jane said proudly, "You don't even know who programmed my AI."

It seems that I will have to thank Yao Yao properly when I get back.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and then asked.

"How much information was stolen?"

"The amount of data transferred is only 1.3M."

"Give me a list of materials that may be copied." Jiang Chen immediately ordered.

"As ordered...the documents suspected to be stolen are as follows..."

Following Jiang Chen's instructions, Jane retrieved the potentially stolen information, compiled it into a catalog with a summary, and presented it in front of Jiang Chen.

When the eyes scanned the catalog,

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

The stolen information was all insignificant, and he didn't have the habit of carrying important information with him. And things like interdimensional messaging chips are all separate encryption programs, and the hackers who invaded his wrist-mounted computer haven't hacked that far yet.

"Can we lock the coordinates of the intruder?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

"..."

Jiang Chen wasn't sure if Jane looked at him like she was looking at an idiot...

"If there is a satellite tracking the signal source, it is not impossible." Jane replied.

"Okay, I know I asked a very stupid question." Jiang Chen coughed.

The light particles were like blown gravel, and Jane's holographic screen disappeared from his side.

The wrist-mounted computer had just performed high-intensity calculations, and now the CPU and memory modules were very hot. In order not to reduce the life of the hardware, Jane activated the sleep mode to save computing resources and at the same time free up memory for the wrist-mounted computer...

Standing up, Jiang Chen walked to the window and recalled the people he met today.

Even apart from the Lao Luo whom he met in the bar and the prying eyes he met on the street, there are many opportunities to release the electronic mosquito... The suspect who may have downloaded the backdoor program in his watch is actually Too much.

Standing by the window, looking at the night view of Ping An Street.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Chen reached out to restart the communication chip of his watch and called Zhou Guoping.

"Hello?"

"It's me." Jiang Chen said briefly.

Zhou Guoping on the other end of the phone said respectfully.

"I wonder what the marshal's orders are?"

"How are your people doing on Ping An Street?"

"Hehe, boss, you have found the right person -"

Jiang Chen was too lazy to talk too much with him, so he interrupted him directly and said.

"Okay, you go and do something for me."

"You say."

"Help me investigate two people," Jiang Chen paused, then continued, "One is named Scarecrow, and he is the boss of Hell Messenger. The other is named Shura. If possible, bring his people to me."

…

In the dim room, the holographic screen flickered, and the only sound was the whirring sound of the chassis.

Rows of data flowed across the screen at incredible speeds.

The man tapped the trackpad gradually faster, faster, and faster...

Finally accelerated to the limit.

The ten fingers have turned into afterimages, making little ripples on the touch pad.

"Damn it!" He punched the table with his fist, and the man took his hands off the touch pad and leaned back on the chair, with a look of dejection on his face.

A woman came up to him with coffee and placed one cup next to his keyboard.

"How's it going?"

"Too bad." The man shook his head, "We lost an electronic fly."

A flash of surprise flashed across the woman's face.

"Electronic flies? They can actually detect electronic flies. This level of alertness is really..."

"You want to say it's too high? Obviously, you guessed it right." The man shrugged.

At this moment, there was a sound from the wall, and a ray of light leaked into the dark room.

The two of them touched their hands to their waists in unison.

However, when they saw the person standing at the door clearly, they all breathed a sigh of relief and took their hands back from their waists.

"I'm back."

Opening the door, Lao Luo walked in, reached out and pressed on the wall, and closed the elevator door.

"What's wrong with you..." the woman looked at him slightly surprised and said.

"We encountered a little trouble." Throwing the damaged coat on the hanger, Lao Luo sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it for himself, and asked casually, "Investigation how's it going?"

"Same as you," the man sitting in front of the trackpad shrugged, "went into a little trouble."

"Oh?" Lao Luo raised his eyebrows.

"The person responsible for the target information security must have a relevant skill rating of at least A, possibly even S." The man picked up the weird-colored cup of coffee on the table, took a sip, and smacked his lips in bitterness, " It’s unbelievable, in what age is this, anyone still pays attention to network security?”

"Aren't you also S-class?" Lao Luo grinned, "You can actually make the famous Greyhound feel troublesome?"

"Offense and protection are two concepts." The man known as Greyhound shook his head. "Just like football, hacking is divided into home and away games. What's more, you have also seen our hardware situation. This server I I’ve been using it for almost thirty years.”

"Is there no way to go?" Lao Luo asked.

"The electronic flies have been cleaned up. How about you release another fly? Maybe this time -"

"We can't continue to waste precious resources on him." Lao Luo shook his head, looked at the ceiling and blew out a smoke ring, looked at the smoke that gradually dissipated, and said in a whisper, "Especially when we don't have Find out how far NAC knew about that thing."

"you mean?"

"You continue to try to crack the security program," Lao Luo said slowly as he lit the ashes on his cigarette. "Finding that thing before Captain Ding and the people of the Tomb Keeper Sect is the most important thing."

"Put it on me...I mean my strength." Greyhound spread his hands and sighed, "I'll go to the market tomorrow to see if I can find some old parts. At least it has to work. By the time it’s over…it’s too old.”

"Go." Lao Luo nodded.

Silence returned to the hut.

The server seemed to have crashed again, and Greyhound was waiting beside him with a wrench on his face helplessly. The only woman was sitting next to the chair, reading a book by herself in the dim light, killing a long time.

Lao Luo, on the other hand, just watched quietly as the acrid smoke dissipated at the edge of the ceiling.

After a long time, he sighed softly and threw the burned cigarette butt into the wastebasket.

"It's getting more and more chaotic."

Originally, their competitors were only Commander Ding and Manager Wan of Ping'an Street, as well as the Gravekeeper Sect. But with the sudden fall of the Badaling military outpost, outsiders like the NAC also got involved in the game.

The most important thing is that the chips they carry are not small.

Perhaps before the end of the year, this card game will be decided.

Or maybe earlier...

"Is it almost time to start dealing the cards..."

Looking at the ceiling quietly, Lao Luo's pupils were shining with an intriguing light, and his dry lips were muttering something to himself. (To be continued.)