I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1170: Licensing
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"Backdoor program?" Jiang Chen looked awkwardly and sat up from the bed. "What happened?"
"Do you want to enable Safe Mode?"
"Of course!"
In the hologram, Jane ’s pupil flashed a stream of data slightly.
The safety mode starts quickly, and the watch's cross-dimensional communication and electromagnetic wave communication chip are physically disconnected.
Jiang Chen felt that his watch was getting hot gradually.
He knows very well that this is a simple call to the full computing power of the wrist-mounted computer to kill the backdoor program.
In a moment, a smoky green smoke floated from the side of the watch.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he reached out and fumbled on the side of the watch.
Soon, he rubbed a hair-thin mechanical mosquito from the side of the watch.
This mosquito has slender limbs and a head with a data pin, but it has been twisted by him. The mechanical mosquito with fine workmanship should have an optical stealth function, otherwise he could not have noticed it.
Downloading the backdoor program to his watch, this is a "mosquito" out of ten.
"Done?" Jiang Chen asked.
"That's nature," Jane said proudly. "You don't look at it, who wrote my AI."
It seems to be waiting for you to go back and thank Yao Yao.
Thinking in my heart, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment and asked.
"How much data is stolen?"
"The amount of data transferred is only 1.3M."
"List me the materials that may be copied." Jiang Chen then ordered.
"Observe ... the files that are suspected of being stolen are as follows ..."
According to Jiang Chen's instructions, Jane retrieved the materials that might have been stolen, and listed them as a summary with a summary, which was presented in front of Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen sighed with relief as he glanced over the catalog.
The stolen data are all irrelevant things. He has no habit of carrying important data with him. And what is like a cross-dimensional sending chip or something is a separate encryption program, and the hacker who invaded his wrist-mounted computer has not yet hacked that step.
"Can I lock the coordinates of the intruder?" Jiang Chen suddenly asked.
"..."
Jiang Chen is not sure. Jane looks at her own eyes, is it like looking at idiots ...
"If there is a satellite tracking the signal source, it is not impossible." Jane replied.
"Okay, I know I asked a stupid question." Jiang Chen coughed.
The light particles were like blown away gravel, and Jane ’s holographic screen disappeared from his side.
Just now the wrist-mounted computer has performed high-intensity calculations. Now the CPU and memory stick are hot. In order not to reduce the hardware life, the hibernation mode is simply activated to save computing resources and release memory to the wrist-mounted computer ... …
Standing up, Jiang Chen walked to the window and recalled the people he met today.
Lao Luo, who met in the bar before, had a glimpse of sight on the road. Even if it was removed, there are many opportunities to release that electronic mosquito ... it may be suspected of downloading a backdoor program in his watch. There are too many people.
Standing by the window, looking at the night view of Ping An Street.
After thinking for a while, Jiang Chen reached out and restarted the watch's communication chip and called Zhou Guoping.
"Hello?"
"It's me." Jiang Chen said briefly.
Zhou Guoping over the phone said respectfully.
"I do n’t know what the marshal asked?"
"How are your people mixing on Ping An Street."
"Hey, boss, you're the right person-"
Jiang Chen was too lazy to talk too much with him, and interrupted him directly.
"That line, you go do something for me."
"You said."
"Help me investigate two people," paused, and Jiang Chen continued, "One named Scarecrow is the boss of Hell Courier. The other is called Shura, and if possible, bring his people to me."
......
In the dim room, the holographic screen flickered, and only the sound of the chassis was whining.
Rows of data flow across the screen at an incredible speed.
The speed at which the man taps the touchpad is gradually accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating again ...
Eventually accelerated to the limit.
Ten fingers have turned into a residual image, and a little ripple on the touchpad,
"Damn it!" Fist thumped on the table fiercely, the man left his touchpad with his hands, leaned back on the chair, his face full of gloom.
A woman walked up to him carrying coffee and placed one of the cups beside his keyboard.
"How is it going?"
"It sucks." The man shook his head. "I lost an electronic fly."
A surprise flashed across the woman's face.
"Electronic flies? They can even detect the electronic flies, this alertness is really ..."
"You want to say it's too high, right? Obviously, you guessed it," the man said with a shrug.
At this moment, a sound came from the wall, and a ray of light leaked into the black room.
The two of them touched their waists in unison.
However, when they saw the people standing at the door, they were relieved and they took their hands back from their waists.
"I am back."
Pushing the door open, Lao Luo walked in, reached out and pressed it against the wall, and closed the elevator door.
"What's up with you ..." said the woman, looking at him slightly surprised.
"I had a little trouble." Throwing the damaged jacket on the hanger, Lao Luo sat on the sofa, and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. "How is the investigation going?"
"Like you," the man sitting in front of the trackpad shrugged. "I was in a little trouble."
"Oh?" Lao Luo raised his eyebrows.
"The person responsible for the target information security, the relevant skill rating is at least A grade, and may even be S." The man picked up the cup of weird coffee on the table and sipped, bitterly, he choked. Mouth, "Unbelievable, what age are these, and will anyone pay attention to network security?"
"Are n’t you also an S-class?" Lao Luo grinned, "Can it make the famous gray dog feel tricky?"
"Offensiveness and protection are two concepts," the man called the Greyhound shook his head, "just like football, hacking is also divided into home and away. Not to mention our hardware, you also see this, this I have been using a server for more than thirty years. "
"It's all right?" Lao Luo asked.
"Electronic flies have been cleaned up. Or, will you go fly a fly again? Maybe this time maybe-"
"We can't continue to waste precious resources on him." Lao Luo shook his head, spitting smoke rings at the ceiling, looking at the gradually dissipating smoke, and the whisper seemed to say, "especially in We haven't figured out yet, when NAC has learned that step about that thing. "
"What do you mean?"
"You continue to try to crack the security procedures," lit the cigarette ash, and Lao Luo slowly said, "It is the top priority to find it in front of Commander Ding and the grave sect sect. Heavy. "
"Wrapped on me ... I mean my stamina." Greyhound spread his hand and sighed, "I will go to the market tomorrow to see if I can get some old parts back. At least Let it work till the end ... it is too old. "
"Go." Lao Luo nodded.
The silence returned to the cabin.
The server seems to be down again, and Greyhound is waiting with a wrench on his face. The only woman sitting beside the chair, looking at the book by herself in the dim light, wasting a long time.
And Lao Luo, just watching the spicy smoke quietly, dissipated on the edge of the ceiling.
After a long time, he sighed softly and threw the burnt cigarette butts into the paper basket.
"More and more chaos."
Originally, their competitors were only Ding Tuan and Manager Wan on Ping An Street, and the tomb sect, and with the sudden fall of the Badaling military outpost, outsiders such as CCCP and NAC also entered the game in succession.
The most important thing is that they have a lot of chips.
Maybe before the end of this year, the game will be decided.
Maybe earlier ...
"Is it almost time to start licensing ..."
Looking quietly at the ceiling, Lao Luo ’s pupils shone with intriguing light, and his dry lips murmured to himself. (To be continued.)