Bruce who was upstairs quickly came downstairs, came to the dining table, and said to his parents: "I'm sorry."
Navi was sitting at the dining table, looking very worried, without moving his knife and fork, and asked with a straight face.
"Bruce, who were you talking to on the phone just now?"
Bruce said without any abnormality: "It's my good buddy, Scott, what's wrong?"
"You're on the phone with that American girl!" Navi stood up unbearably.
"No, I didn't. I said I wouldn't see her anymore!"
"You are lying!
I monitored your phone calls last night and read your emails. . . "
Bruce was furious when he heard this, feeling that his privacy had been seriously violated.
"Have you seen my email?! This is my private business!"
After hearing this, Navier felt no fluctuation in his heart and even wanted to laugh. The three of them had been lurking in the United States for five years with their heads tied to their waistbands. Today they were going to make big news. Now that they were talking about private matters with him, could it be that terrorists were also restless? of adolescence? !
Tina on the side looked at Bruce and Navi with worry, and immediately scolded her son with a straight face: "Bruce, don't speak loudly to your father!"
Bruce's expression froze when he heard his mother's voice.
Navi said calmly: "As long as you still live under this roof, you have no private affairs. Stop contacting that girl. Do you understand?"
Although his father's tone was very calm, Bruce felt that he suddenly had difficulty breathing, as if this was just a prelude to a strong storm or stir-fried bamboo shoots, and he looked at Tina with pleading eyes.
"Don't look at her, you're talking to me!"
Bruce was reluctant, but after thinking about their mission today, his attitude softened: "Yes, sir."
At this time, a news report on TV attracted the attention of the family of three.
"Now we are reporting on a tragedy that just happened not long ago. A high-speed train in the suburbs collided with an open truck crossing the tracks. Most of the passengers were seriously injured, and the death toll was as high as 30. The FBI has arrived An investigation into the cause of the accident began at the scene.
So far, authorities have not concluded whether this was an accident. . . "
The family listened to the news announcer's voice, ate breakfast without any trouble, and even felt like they had a good appetite.
Navi turned the TV to mute and started discussing today's work with Tina.
"Everything is going well so far."
"Have you been in touch with Thomas?"
"Yes, the suitcase is on its way," Navi said before turning his head to Bruce, "It will be delivered in a moment and you will take the suitcase to the warehouse."
Bruce asked doubtfully: "Why not let Dar send it directly?"
"There is no need to let Thomas and the others know where we work, and your age will not arouse others' suspicion. This is the safest way."
Tina glanced at the father and son, and said to her son in a gentle tone: "Bruce, if you think your father is strict, it's because our work is very difficult. If we want to succeed, we must work together and eliminate everything. Possible contingencies.”
"I see."
At this time, Navigation no longer had a straight face towards his son, and his attitude softened. He took Bruce's hand and spoke to him in a serious tone, as if he were having a common conversation between father and son.
"What we are going to accomplish today will completely change the world. Our family is extremely lucky to have been chosen. Today cannot fail."
"Yes, Father." Bruce also felt the weight on his father's shoulders at this time.
. . .
US time, 7:23 am.
"Hi Melanie, good morning."
In a graphic design studio in downtown Los Angeles, Andrew Page sat at his desk and said hello to his colleagues.
"You came so early?"
"It's not that you came early."
"Were you here last night?"
"Yes."
"what are you busy with?"
"Nothing, just stealing some software from Adobe and Microsoft."
"You're going to get caught one day."
"Oh, Melanie, don't tell anyone else, or I'll kill you."
The two chatted and laughed for a while, and Melanie was about to start a new day's work. Suddenly, an alarm sounded at Andrew's workstation.
"What the hell is this?!"
Seeing a bunch of red-marked codes suddenly appear on the screen, Andrew straightened up quickly. The more he looked at these codes, the faster his heart beat.
"Melanie, come here and take a look!"
Melanie immediately walked to Andrew's screen and realized something while looking at the code on the screen.
"What's this?
The markup language looks like the characters from the Middle East, but the code is in Chinese. Isn’t this a demon script?
Does anyone want to instigate huge data flows to bring down the entire Internet? ! "
“Yes, but it hasn’t spread yet, we’re just starting to place nodes now.
look!
This thing can exponentially increase the load on all systems in the world. "
"Except for the mainland and Southeast Asia..."
Andrew was choked for a moment. This sentence left him unable to refute, but he quickly ignored the topic.
"what should we do?"
"We have to call the police!"
"Oh, wait, if the call comes from me to the FBI, then they will find out that I am stealing the code!"
"Then use a public phone!"
"OK."
. . .
Five minutes later, TU headquarters in Los Angeles.
The entire CU was in motion because of the train explosion half an hour ago. CU's current spokesperson Driscoll Irene has locked in on Thomas, a turkey-born terrorist who was recorded by the US intelligence agency and last appeared in Los Angeles. Sherlock is preparing to carry out the arrest operation.
At this time, Egg, the IT data analyst in the work hall, received a call from Andrew. He was looking for Chloe, the chief technician of TU, so he directly contacted Chloe's work station.
"Chloe O'Brien?"
"Ege, you've been here for a month. You don't need to call me by your full name. What's the matter?"
"Okay, Chloe, there's a guy who claims to be your friend and wants to see you. He's on the other line."
"who?"
"His name is Andrew Page."
"Okay, take it."
"Hello? Andrew, you know I can't take personal calls."
"Chloe, it's not a private matter!" Andrew, who was in a public phone booth, heard Chloe's voice and said quickly, "I found something when I was downloading software online, and I think I should tell you."
“When you say downloading, is it stealing?
Well, this is not my job. You don’t have to worry that I will arrest you. What on earth is it? "
"A camouflage address translation setting set up on several large routers, just uploaded this morning."
"You are indeed stealing the code, otherwise you wouldn't have noticed the address translation settings."
"Okay, let's put this topic aside for now. I also found some strange things when I continued to follow it."
"What?"
"I think this is someone placing code for a large-scale attack on the Internet, but the problem is that not all of the code is tagged in English."
"In what language?"
"I don't know. It might be Arabic or Turkish. Anyway, it's very similar to the one in the Middle East. Even when I continued to trace the code, I actually found that the source code was composed of demon script. You know, I There is a certain amount of research on Yaowen, and the Trojans written by these Yaowen are fully capable of kidnapping most of the Internet!"
Chloe was also stunned.
"Okay, Andrew, thank you, I will continue to pursue it!"
After hanging up the phone, Chloe quickly stood up and prepared to report the matter to Drisco.
She recalled the nonsense in Andrew's mouth - a niche Chinese programming language in the Asian IT world. However, the mainstream programmer circle of Blue Star just laughed at this so-called Chinese programming language, thinking it was a group of It's just something that enthusiasts made for their own entertainment.
But something seemed wrong now, and she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.
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