Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

He just finished speaking.

The offensive and defensive situation on the scene suddenly reversed.

The Trojan horse virus that seemed to be cornered before and was about to strangle the reactivated Sentinel system suddenly changed its strategy.

It collides directly with the Sentinel system.

No one has reacted yet.

I heard the Starlink programmers inside curse: "Fuck, hurry up! Emergency stop the self-destruct program, hurry up and enter the password."

"Team leader, the password we enter at this time may be stolen by the other party. Are you sure?" a team member asked impatiently.

The leading man didn't care much. He lay on the back of their chairs and roared angrily: "Stop fucking telling me so much! Hurry up!"

Starlink has a terminal terminal program. If it encounters an extremely dangerous situation, the system will automatically kill all programs and format the data...

Generally, top weapon activation devices have this kind of program in them, just to prevent their belongings from falling into the hands of outsiders one day.

"Fuck!" I punched the bottom of the keyboard so hard that the keycaps flew up. The programmer grabbed his hair and looked back at his superiors with scarlet eyes: "You have lost...control."

We were forced to watch the high-intelligence card game for ten minutes. The regression bar of the copy finally reached 100%, and the opposite side was copied!

The person on the other side had a lot of fun chatting during the copying process. He even found a big program to pull out the card game that comes with the console and started playing it.

The moment we terminate the host format, we lose.

We are so embarrassed.

The same goes for Starlink.

Hackers who try to invade the Starlink host always want to find loopholes, destroy the Sentinel system, and obtain further data.

At least it's not formatting now.

The half-formatted regression bar at the bottom of the screen stopped. Before Xiaojia could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the other party had cunningly stolen our password.

The programmer immediately tried to move the mouse and found that he could not control the mouse under the computer.

My superior, a curly-haired white woman, clenched her cheeks, veins popped out in her neck, and said in a hurry: "You will report to the Eighth Continent."

The virus suddenly invaded the Starlink host and we lost control of the host.

"enter password!"

This is doubtful that it is provoking the dignity of everyone present.

Starlink data cannot be formatted.

A group of top scientists + programmers were so angry that they squinted their mouths and stared out their eyes, but they still asked the people opposite to see if there was anything they could do.

This time this hacker is different from all the previous hackers.

"Team leader..."

A full ten minutes seemed like a century to us, so long that no one went from shock and anger to numbness.

The people who stayed behind raised their heads and watched helplessly as we clearly didn’t move anything. The computer page under the screen was broken, as if no one was operating it, and they quickly and easily exited the folder and finished copying the data outside...

The programmer gritted his teeth and entered our ultimate password.

She didn't follow the rules and activated the Starlink terminal's self-destruct program, forcing them to terminate the program. And they had to do it...

We still have no way to control the host, the control is outside the other party's hands, and the other party doesn't have our key...

We had our home stolen in front of us, and we watched how they copied our information.

This fucking hacker is a crazy person.

"...How dare you if that was your most humiliating day." One of the Starlink engineers let out a trembling sound from his soul.