Chapter 1,348 A Big Gift

After the list was announced, Jiang Chen walked towards the Reuters broadcast truck.

At this time, he had used the holographic camouflage system to distort the light and shadow of his facial details, turning him into another face completely. No one could recognize his face.

Although he could completely hide behind the scenes and leave this last task to a ghost agent to complete, but since it was the final step to send the Yankees out, it would be too boring to stand on the sidelines and watch the show.

When he saw a stranger walking towards him, the reporter who was adjusting the camera looked up, frowned and asked.

"Is there a problem?"

Subconsciously, the British reporter mistook Jiang for being a representative of a Japanese civil society group. Because many Asians speaking Japanese English have come to him and made some strange requests for his evidence collection.

Subjectively, he resents others, especially laymen, criticizing his interviews. At this moment, another "Japanese" came to him. Of course, he couldn't put on a good face.

"When the interview starts, point the camera at the servers and stay on each server for at least two seconds." After brewing in his mind for a moment, Jiang Chen lowered his English level and spoke in very unfluent Japanese English. He made his request directly.

"Give each server a shot? What's the point of that?" Putting the camera aside, the Reuters reporter sneered and said unceremoniously, "I don't need an outsider to tell me about my interview. Every shot of mine will be notarized!"

"It's very meaningful, and it's not a conflict, is it?" Facing the reporter's question, Jiang Chen put on a serious expression and said, "We have to confirm that every server is inside, you just need to Before the interview starts, give all the servers a close-up shot. Let’s do this. After the interview is over, I will purchase the footage in your memory card that was shot according to my requirements at a price of 10,000 pounds per second.”

"make a deal!"

Without any hesitation, the reporter agreed to Jiang Chen's request.

S$10,000 per second!

What is the difference between this and picking up money?

And all he needed to do was to give those servers one more shot, and this person did not require him to put those shots in the interview. In principle, this does not violate his professional ethics.

Money picked up for nothing,

You won’t make any money if you use bad words!

"There are a total of twenty servers in the photo..."

"I understand," facing the fiery gaze, Jiang Chen took out his phone, shook it, and said with a smile, "I will first pay you a deposit for twenty chassis. According to the agreed two seconds for each chassis, the total is four hundred thousand pounds. As for how much you can get left, it all depends on you.”

The transfer is completed quickly.

After watching the reporter leave, Jiang Chen's mouth curved slightly and he made an OK gesture to Hill who was standing next to him. The latter was looking at Jiang Chen blankly at this moment, and his eyes had changed from the initial respect to a hint of admiration.

Just half a minute ago, while Jiang Chen took out his mobile phone to transfer money to the reporter, Hill had quietly installed the data transmission laser probe on the camera he had been playing with previously.

…

At 12 noon, various civil organizations distributed free water and food to the protesters. The money to buy food and water comes from donations received by these civil organizations from all walks of life. As for who these donations come from, needless to say, it is naturally the Sumitomo Foundation.

With his eyes fixed on the demonstrators outside the military base, Sumitomo Kenichi clenched his fists and kept praying in his heart, praying that the man would be as confident as he was and could finally bring down the CIA.

Otherwise, just because he rashly used the influence of the Sumitomo Group and finally stood strong in the coal pit, it would be enough to make the reputation he had finally built up in the family go down the drain. Relegated to the shadows where he will never be reused.

Two hours passed and it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

Invited journalists and experts were escorted in by U.S. soldiers.

To prevent people from taking inappropriate pictures on the road, everyone’s electronic devices must be turned in before arriving at their destination. After arriving at the destination, interview equipment such as cameras and microphones were returned to each reporter.

Since entering Room 014, Americans have been staring closely at reporters from Xinhua News Agency and CTV.

Because in their opinion, without inviting the New Zealand media, only these Chinese people who are good at teaming up may have helped the old fox Jiang Chen and his ghost agents play tricks.

Naturally, several Chinese people were quite dissatisfied with the Americans' distrustful looks and glared back. The French stood aside, and several reporters gathered around a computer expert who looked like a master, commenting on the servers.

As for the British...

The reporter from the BBC set up the camera in an orderly manner, but the reporter from Reuters, after entering the room, ran around from server to server like a treasure hunter, and was very persistent in taking a close-up of each server.

Regarding the strange behavior of this British guy, the Americans standing aside and staring at it were only slightly puzzled, but they did not have any doubts.

First, because Britain has always been wearing the same pants as the United States, Reuters has always followed the general direction pointed out by the British government. Second, giving a close-up of each server is meaningless in the eyes of Thomas and others, because no one has touched that batch of servers from the time the photo was taken to now.

Didn't even touch it!

Although there were ten media present, there were only four protagonists at the scene. Ten cameras were ready, pointed at the cold row of computer cases, and the British reporter finally ended his "treasure hunt" and slowly returned to the Reuters team.

The terminal to access the server is provided by the US military.

Determined that there could be no problems with these servers, in order to cooperate with the major media in reporting the inspection process more clearly, Thomas specially asked someone to drag a projector from the conference room and project the operation interface of the terminal display onto the white screen. on the screen.

In order to avoid suspicion, the experts assigned by the Associated Press were placed at the end of the list.

The first person to appear was the expert assigned by AFP.

After Thomas had someone turn on the power to the server, the French expert with curly hair pressed the power button and stepped forward to tinker with it in a responsible manner. After about half an hour, the expert finally shook his head, walked back to the AFP reporter, and gave a rather conservative answer.

"Procedurally, I don't see any problems. At least for now, it can be proven that it is impossible to store T-virus data in these servers."

The next person to come on stage is the Chinese expert.

Chinese information technology experts also stepped forward to check it carefully, but the results were the same as the previous French expert's findings. However, there were still doubts about whether the Americans were committing fraud. 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——"

"The proposal is rejected." Thomas said without hesitation. "All inspections are limited to procedures. This is the bottom line of our tolerance! We cannot allow you to tamper with our servers just because of your groundless accusations."

The Chinese experts were forcibly kicked off, and the British experts came up next.

The previous two masters had already tried it, and the British expert obviously didn't have much confidence in finding anything interesting. After a satisfactory operation on the terminal connected to the server, he shook his head and stepped back, using the last stick. into the hands of Americans.

Seeing that the expert assigned by him had taken over the final blow, Thomas had a smile of victory on his lips.

By this moment, he could already conclude that they had won this round of confrontation.

Starring Trading may be betting that they don't dare to open the military camp, or they may be waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the military base and do something to the server, but no matter what their plan was a minute ago, when the final blow is handed over to the Americans, , they no longer have half a chance of winning.

In the expectant sights of Lieutenant General Thomas and Major General Howard, experts assigned by the Associated Press stood up.

Pushing up his glasses, the over-500-year-old man walked up to the camera and spoke slowly.

"The first three experts didn't see anything wrong, so I don't think I can find anything else."

After a moment of pause, the information technology expert from California shrugged and continued, "From the beginning, I decided that this was a farce, and now it seems that there is no problem with my inference. Someone is trying to throw dirty water, It's obvious that they have shot themselves in the foot. However, out of a responsible attitude towards my work, I will still carry out the inspection process to the end."

As he spoke, he coughed slightly, straightened his collar, and walked to the terminal connected to the server.

"Then, let's restart the server first."

With that said, he pressed the reset button.

Just like the previous few times, the green signal light came on one after another, and the chassis was running quite stably.

When deleting the T-Virus data, Mr. Tanaka formatted the server quite thoroughly, leaving not even a single trace that might be related to the T-Virus. Without special technical means and days or even months of hard work, it is absolutely impossible to restore these formatted data.

The disassembly inspection proposed by Chinese experts may be a good way to prove that these servers come from Takeda Pharmaceutical, but Americans are unlikely to agree to it emotionally or rationally. Even with ten thousand reluctances in their hearts, everyone could only press the reset button and watch Thomas declare the American's "victory."

However, at this moment, the American experts were stunned.

Thomas and Howard were stunned.

Everyone present was stunned.

There are also people in other parts of Japan and even around the world who are watching and waiting for the test results through various live broadcast and broadcast channels.

The startup screen is still the same, and the operation interface has not changed at all.

But the line of words that popped up on the screen was a bit eye-catching...

[tVirus database, restarting...]

[Restart successful, loading for you...]

A long stream of data spurted 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 this data was projected on the white screen hanging directly in front of the projector.

Thomas's eyes were red, and he rushed forward to unplug the power, but it was too late.

The ten media outlets at the scene broadcast the event live, and this scene has been broadcast to every corner of the world.

The American expert still stood there blankly, his finger hovering above the reset button.

He hasn't come to his senses yet.

Regarding the fact that he has already made a meritorious service...