"This … this …" The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes fascinated by smoke and saw the situation in the room. Suddenly, the whole person couldn’t help shivering-you know those valuable technical materials copied from Anaheim database can now be found in dozens of devices.
And these devices are burning …
"Do you have a backup of those materials?" He looked at the hacker’s lips trembling beside him and asked
"No" the other party shook his head. "There is no backup … and the equipment is not enough …"
"Then what are you doing? Go to the rescuer quickly!" The middle-aged man shouted hysterically. He turned around and looked around. The line of sight immediately locked aside, and there was a glass of water next to the kettle, which he had just missed.
"Let!" The middle-aged man pushed a hacker behind him and rushed to the table in three steps and two steps, grabbed the kettle and rushed to the display room.
"Wait! Mr Morgan! No water! " The young hacker hugged the middle-aged man’s waist at once. "There are lines inside, and you will be short-circuited when you go in this pot of water! Several existing devices are on fire, and most of them have not been damaged, but once they are short-circuited, there is really nothing left! "
"That’s to move the undamaged device out!" Holding the kettle middle-aged urgent way
Except for the young hacker who rushed in staring at the smoke, several of them just stood there staring at the middle-aged man with indifferent eyes, as if telling him that you paid for the work and the computer room was on fire and it was none of our business. Why should we risk touching it to help you rescue?
This is also true, except for the young hacker who has been talking to a middle-aged man, who is a technical consultant of Morgan Consortium. These hackers are temporarily recruited as "mercenaries". These hackers will be charged a lot of extra "sealing" if they are shady and dirty.
"Why don’t you move? ！” The middle-aged man smashed the kettle and glared at several people breathlessly.
"The contract doesn’t say that if this happens, we will not be responsible for the unexpected situation according to the regulations by default." The female hacker took out a bubble gum peeling paper from her sweater pocket and threw it into her mouth. "We can also add money if we need help."
"You!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth. He wanted to threaten these hackers with words, but he also knew that these people had been old fogies for many years. It was not the first time to take similar jobs. They were not afraid of threats such as "gagging"-if the Morgan consortium dared to "eat black" afterwards, these shady things would soon be made public in various ways.
"Line to add money, right? How much more? Hurry up with your price! " The middle-aged man brimmed with anger and pulled out a card holder in the side pocket of his suit, which was full of large denomination bearer credit cards.
Several hackers’ eyes flashed with greed. The young girl stuck out her tongue and licked her lips and said, "500,000 … not 1 million!"
"Are you trying to fish in troubled waters?" The middle-aged man growled that this million is not the total price, but refers to a person’s one million.
"I don’t know if we fish in troubled waters, but I know that if you drag it on, the fire inside will get bigger and bigger …"
"Here you are!" The middle-aged man took out a few black and gold color matching value cards and patted the desktop.
"I changed my mind again, two million." The girl reached out and covered the cards.
"Don’t push your luck!" The middle-aged man’s face suddenly sank, and the girl raised her eyebrows. She suddenly felt that the metaphor of "gloomy like dripping water" in the novel did not seem to be exaggerated, because now their face was really dripping …
Sweat and smoked tears mixed together and slipped all the way down the cambered surface of cheeks to the middle-aged man. The muscles of his whole body tightened as if he would come at any moment.
"Don’t be nervous? I’m kidding … After all, we are very creditworthy." The girl gave a quick laugh and took the stack of value cards to her companions.
"Then hurry to work …" The middle-aged man said slowly.
"So … Mr. Morgan, will we continue to attack Anaheim later?" Another hacker suddenly asked 1
"Attack a fart! Grab all the devices first and then find a way to recover those lost data … You remember that if I am finished, you will not live! " The middle-aged man gnashed his teeth and said that he knew very well that if the technical information "stolen" from Anaheim was destroyed by this incident, his second half of life would definitely be destroyed … In that case, he would drag these bastards with him even at the risk of being exposed.
"Well, Mr. Morgan, there seems to be something glowing in your pocket," the hacker added.
"What?" The middle-aged man known as Mr. Morgan was slightly stunned. "What did you say?"
"Your phone … seems to be on."
"It’s impossible. Just to be on the safe side, I gave my mobile phone to the phone before I entered this room." He said this and bowed his head-but when he saw the white fluorescence coming out of the gap in his pocket, the whole person was shocked.
There are only two things in his pocket, the hovercraft key card and his mobile phone, while the former is a root and cannot shine.
The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his mobile phone-his mobile phone didn’t know when it was off and it automatically started the recording function. According to the screen display, the recording had been recorded almost ten minutes ago.
That is to say, the recording was made before they were attacked by DDS …
That is to say, his conversation with these hackers was recorded just now …
Not only that, there is another running program in the mobile phone bar that he has never seen before. Although he doesn’t know much about computer technology, this running program is simple and easy to understand. The UI can still understand it-the mobile phone will automatically generate an audio file every second of recording and send it to the outside world … It doesn’t matter who it is sent to …
"Finished" middle-aged male heart thumped a foot a soft a butt sitting on the ground.
Chapter five hundred and twenty I need you to have a baby with me
Although several hackers are young, they are also child prodigies. They just looked at each other and made a decision-
The girl directly pulled out a bottle of "wolf spray" from her pocket, and then sprayed it on the face of the middle-aged man who was sitting there. Then she kicked and flipped it neatly from him. Several other young hackers were divided into two ways-the man who was close to the computer room dragged the furniture department to the door of the computer room and blocked the way out of the technical consultant of Morgan consortium. Several others rushed to the door … The middle-aged man who passed by and fell to the ground was also kicked him by a person.
Anyway, this guy is finished, and there is no chance to get back at them. They need to be able to escape the official pursuit, lurk in the mixed slums for a while, and get enough money from the Morgan consortium to get them into the limelight.
In the official arrest warrant, these top hackers have never looked down on them-at least half of them have been hacked by the "sales number", but Ark, which needs real-name registration system information to make all kinds of equipment, has never brought them obstacles.
They can "become" another person at any time if they want to … prepare their identities like this, and each of them has 20 less in their hands.
One thing they didn’t tell the truth to that Mr. Morgan, although they claimed that they were never afraid of being "blackmailed" by their employers, the fact is that "blackmailing" is a common occurrence in this industry.
Working hard to knock on the code for a week and exploding to the brink of sudden death can earn more income, perhaps not as much as a "black eat black" head