Kurumi Tokisaki’s Planar Journey Chapter 32: Saving Private Tony

"If there is a cause, there will be an effect."

Perhaps for the top reincarnators, this sentence can be heard as a joke. But for Kurumi...she did almost drop a stone on her foot.

It was night, the temperature in the desert dropped, and even the fire element was no longer filling, and a spiritual force came out again, looking for Tony.

These days seem to have been integrated into Kuang San's life. Only by squandering her mental strength can she sleep peacefully.

The desert terrain is changeable, as usual, I want to sleep after nothing.

One sheep...two sheep...Pleasant sheep...

"Wu~" Kuangsan let out a mournful cry. She didn't know why, but with her state of mind, she couldn't stay here for half a month?

"Queen Red, are you there?"

"Yes, Master."

"When will the military find that Stark guy?"

"It depends on the group of capitalists."

Kangsan's eyes narrowed slightly, "How do you say?"

The Red Queen said as a matter of course: "Although the directors of Stark Industries are working hard, more people don't seem to want to see Stark come back."

"Even Admiral Brooks' request to mobilize military satellites was rejected."

The mad three-and-a-half lie on the bed, "They're really brave."

"Hee hee, that's how American society is. Capital comes first, only having interests, and some lunatics get into it."

The good-looking Liu Mei raised her eyebrows, "Have you been holding a lot of Stark Industries stocks recently? According to the original process, how is Stark's iron man made?"

"The design drawings are already in his mind, and if there are cutting-edge instruments to assist, 'Mark' will appear earlier. As for the stock...hehe, who made Umbrella need money? ?"

Kangsan rolled his eyes, "I don't want to stay here, you know what I mean?"

"Of course, as you wish."

The voice of the red queen suddenly became mechanical, "Starting to compete for the military satellite codenamed 'Moon Eye', the estimated time... five seconds."

Far across the ocean, somewhere in the central control center of the Pentagon, many characters of unknown meaning suddenly flashed on the screen.

The technicians began to operate in a hurry. As time passed, everyone's face became paler and colder, and the cold sweat kept dripping.

Although the code on the computer is flying, there is nothing they can do.

Matisse, with dark circles under his eyes, hurried into the room, a headache from the constant scrolling of codes on the central screen.

“What are you still doing? Got hacked and don’t know how to fight back?”

Matis roared angrily, but no one dared to refute, because he is the current Secretary of Defense and has amazing power.

Sitting in front of the computer, their minds were blank. They didn't even know how the other party was attacking.

And Matisse's voice kept ringing, "Check it out for me, find out his address! I'm going to see who has the guts!"

Fingers keep tapping on the keyboard, but the employees feel miserable in their hearts. They dare not say how great their abilities are. They hit hard.

Suddenly, white light shone on everyone's faces, and the staff who were typing on the keyboard had a happy expression. In any case, the control was temporarily taken back by them.

Matis sullenly said, "How is it? Got their address?"

"Reporting sir, inquiring, locked to Intercontinental."

"Where?" Matisse's voice was brewing with murderous intent. His blood sugar was slightly low. After being woken up in the middle of the night, his mood could be imagined.

"In...in Antarctica..."

“hat?”

"No, no...at...at the North Pole!"

"No, at the equator!"

Matisse had a gloomy face and put his hands in front of him. Even if he was not proficient in computers, he knew that the other party was playing tricks on them.

"You bunch of rice buckets! What does the country support you for?! Check it out for me! Find out their address! Labor and management are going to blow up their bases with missiles!"

Although this sentence is full of anger, those who are familiar with Matisse will know that this is a "joke," which is often irritated, but can remain rational. This kind of character is also considered strange.

On the large central screen, the world map is constantly marked with locations, which means that hackers' "addresses" are constantly being "found" by them.

Matisse's eyes narrowed slightly, this is no longer a provocation, this is an insult! This is trampling on the dignity of a country!

rubbed his temples and found a place to sit down. Mattis was already thinking about how he should explain it to the president tomorrow?

Could it be that, in order to show off their technology, hackers randomly cracked the Pentagon's network firewall and swaggered away?

The position on the big screen kept changing, Matisse folded his hands on his chest, his eyes flashing coldly.

"Where is this time?"

The person in charge was sweating profusely, "Minister, this time it's on the Ford aircraft carrier fleet."

"What about this time?"

"On the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean."

"At... the Pentagon."

"In... White... White House."

"Bang!"

Matisse's palm slapped on the table, and the coffee that had just arrived was knocked to the ground.

The voice keeps going up~IndoMTL.com~ That guy is just here to keep teasing us? !”

"Leave him alone, check our system, and cut off the network if necessary."

"Including the local area network?" The person in charge is somewhat uncertain.

Matis gave him a cold look, "Including the regional network."

"Yes! Sir!" The person in charge suddenly shuddered and even gave Mattis a military salute!

At this moment, a young man in his early twenties on the left raised his head with a pale face, "Report... report."

Most people's eyes were on him, which made him more nervous, "Our 'moon eye' disappeared...disappeared..."

Goosebumps appeared on the back of the person in charge, and even Matisse no longer had any expressions on his face.

Anyone who knew him knew that Mattis was really angry this time.

No need for him to say anything, the person in charge hurriedly shouted, "Find it! Find it for me! Can't find it, can't find the 'Moon Eye', and none of you want to get off work!"

No one made a sound in the central control room, only the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard kept ringing, and the position on the big screen kept changing...

No one has found the 'moon eye', not even a trace, it seems to disappear directly, it does not exist in this world.

Even if other satellites were mobilized for close-up observation, they still couldn't find it.

Everyone knows the big story, the disappearance of a military satellite for no reason, is it a joke made by aliens on the earth?

Whether it's a hacker or an alien, Mattis thinks it's better to let the president know as soon as possible.

"Long... sir! 'Moon Eye' is back!"

"Back?!"

What a ghost!

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