Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Dark Net.

An unknown forum.

A group of people landed in the discussion group wearing commonly used vests and were excited to report on their results.

“Who took care of the official website of CCTV? The domain name has been hijacked for an hour. It's a bit awesome! ”

“The basic actions, I think, are more creative. ”

“Come on, your shit is like P-chart technology, blind to your hacking skills. ”

“ …… ”

BOSS: “Quiet. ”

Everyone calmed down and waited for their boss to speak.

BOSS: "Obviously, the Chinese have ignored our claims and the White House has ignored our threats. It appears that our attacks have not yet caused them pain. ”

“In that case, the second phase can begin. ”

Hunter: “I'm ready. ”

Kid: "Ha-ha-ha, this is the moment! ”

Ghost: “My vest, mixed with the Red Passenger League of China, noticed that they seemed to be organizing people to prepare for retaliation against the voting system on the official White House website. ”

Kid: “Ha ha, this bunch of idiots has finally done a good thing, and I've been watching those idiots on Capitol Hill for a long time. ”

Hunter: “The White House and Capitol Hill seem to be two places. ”

Kid: “Who cares? It's the same! ”

Ghost: "By the way, why didn't the lone wolf come? Didn't he say he found out about the designer Lu's office and killed the university website? ”

Kid: "Either of you go get him, I don't feel well every time I don't listen to him bragging. ”

Dr. Z: "He's not coming: P”

A strange ID suddenly appears in the discussion group.

The whole discussion group seemed to have opened up the whole conversation and quieted down strangely.

Los Angeles' second-floor villa.

A room full of computer chassis and screens, a man in his thirties who was staring at a laptop screen suddenly stunned for a moment.

Dr. Z?

Whose circle name?

Is it a lone wolf's vest?

No way, he has said it several times, the discussion group won't open the vest...

At the same time, in the discussion group.

Hunter: “Who are you? ”

Ghost: “Which brother's vest is this? ”

Kid: "Hey, man, please change the IDs we use to communicate, or we'll not only kick you out, we'll show you a little color. This is no joke. ”

Dr. Z: “I'm Dr. Z, and the master says that's my Internet name, so just call me that. (๑ • ㅂ •)✧”

Hunter: "…? ”

Kids: “??? ”

The style of painting in the discussion group is a little weird.

Over the years they have mixed their tracks on the dark web, and although they have seen many bizarre hackers, they have never heard of a master in facial writing.

Yes, this guy is a master.

Almost everyone has no doubt about that.

This forum, which hangs on the dark web, servers on BOSS, can get encrypted discussion group permissions from BOSS servers, either this vest is BOSS itself, or someone has a back door installed on his server.

Who the hell is this guy?

After staring at the discussion group for a while, a man in his thirties quickly rose from his seat, carrying his laptop to the chair next to him, and began to operate on another keyboard connected to the server host.

His name is Minnett, and if he's the only place he's different from anybody else, he's got a frightening circle on the Internet - BOSS!

As the leader of the predator eagle, the cloud figure on the dark net, his own hacking skills are naturally speechless. There is a fair amount of both intrusion and defense.

It is precisely for this reason that so many predator eagles are confident that the forum server will be entrusted to him for management.

It's not just because he trusts his character, it's because he trusts his technology.

Now that someone has crossed his authority into a confidential discussion group, it seems incredible to him...

After checking the server from beginning to end, no signs of being left behind were found, and Minute's expression gradually appeared a little clotted, and a bad feeling spread all over her body.

It wasn't time to think about how they locked his server, or how their forum was dug out of a deep, dark web, and he jumped right in front of his laptop and typed.

BOSS: "Everybody out of the discussion group now! Start the fourth phase of the plan directly. Start now with no means, no goals, turn into zero, and fight each other! Long live the Eagle of Prey! The Stars and Stripes will never fall! ”

Apparently, he wasn't the only one who noticed.

Almost when his message came out, the IDs in the discussion group went down one by one.

While most of these hackers are usually undisciplined and reluctant to follow orders, they often perform unexpectedly in unison only when threatening their lives and property security...

After doing all this, Minute quickly pushed the laptop away and slammed the keyboard with both hands.

Now that the other party is able to enter the discussion group he has set up encrypted.

Sadly, he may already have the administrator privileges of his server, copying all the data in his server… including the chat records that can be testified in court.

Minute is sweating cold and her hands on the keyboard have turned into debris.

Now even if it doesn't work, he has to find traces of the other party's intrusion and tap into his computer and delete all evidence before the other party reacts next.

Otherwise, all those things in his server will be enough for him to spend the next century in jail...

Fortunately, he was foolish enough to come to his server and leave a message, which saved him a lot of time.

But even so, he only had one chance!

Ten fingers turned into remnants on the keyboard, and just as Minute was struggling to survive, he suddenly saw, with all his spare light, that ghost-like ID reappearing in the discussion group.

Dr. Z: “Well, I think it would be better if you turned yourselves in. Though you're trying so hard, I don't think it's going to help whether you quit the discussion group or hack into my computer. (´ ◔ ‸ ◔ ') ”

As soon as he saw the text, Minnett was shocked to look left and right, and finally quickly locked his eyes on another laptop that rested behind him on the table.

It doesn't matter if he looks pale.

To be sure, the most fearful and unbelievable thing that ever happened to him.

I don't know when to start, but the red dot on the camera is illuminated.

Because it often needs to be taken out, it's the only notebook in his entire room that doesn't have tape attached to it, and it's also the least likely book to be hacked...

The earthy Minute sat on the office chair with a gloomy expression, giving up the struggle completely in front of this near-supernatural force.

Turning his back to the laptop, he said to himself.

“How did you do it… why? I can't find a trace of your invasion? Even before you appeared in the discussion group, none of the alarms I set were launched. Are you a man or a ghost? ”

It was as if he had heard himself talking.

Or you could have heard it.

On the spot where he had previously knocked out the code, it was like a ghost was typing for him, knocking out a string of characters.

Dr. Z: “Because your password is too weak, I came in directly with your alternate administrator account. (╯ ▽ ╰) ”

A brutal smile appeared on his face, as if he were a sudden teenager Minute, silent for a while in the face of a full screen of code.

The struggle is useless.

He pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette. He never smoked in the computer room, but this is a bad time.

He took a sip of this cloudy smell as if he were in love, and he threw up a cigarette rings like a long breath.

“Can't I turn myself in now? ”

Dr. Z: “I don't know. It depends on the speed of the police uncle. (´ ◔ ‸ ◔ ') ”

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(Thanks to the "GeorgeMiao" allies for rewarding ~ ~ ~ I was going to prepare salted fish yesterday, but seeing so many monthly tickets, so many rewards, I couldn't bear to climb up and burst my liver again. (Crazy hint .JPG))