I put you in charge of those rebellious female soldiers, how come they all became top special forces

Keyboard tiptoed over to Chen Zheng and slowly opened the laptop.

The screen displayed the results of her all-night work.

She finally managed to tear a hole in the previously encrypted third layer of tunnel.

Chen Zheng stared at the screen, his pupils involuntarily contracting slightly.

The traffic characteristics at the end of the tunnel pointed to a dark web relay node commonly used by foreign intelligence agencies.

He was neither an ordinary hacker nor a corporate spy.

This is an organized, state-backed professional infiltration.

The keyboardist whispered, "The other party is very skilled. They used military-grade equipment to clear traces, so they would be impossible to catch under normal circumstances."

"But ultimately, he is not as good as me."

As she spoke, she slid her finger to the bottom right corner of the screen and tapped on a folder.

Inside is a protocol feature comparison table. On the left are the intercepted encryption protocol fingerprints, and on the right are the matching results from databases of known communication protocols used by intelligence agencies of various countries.

The column with the highest matching score was clearly marked with a code.

The keyboard clicked even lower: "This is 97% compatible with the communication protocols commonly used by intelligence agencies in Japan."

Chen Zheng stared at the number PK, his face expressionless, but the fingers gripping the thermos cup tightened slightly.

Fortunately, I managed to expel the force before the thermos flask almost dented.

The land of cherry blossoms.

It's a military tool, a three-tiered springboard, and it can accurately locate Blue Dream's core data.

This is definitely not something an ordinary hacker could do.

Putting aside everything else, both the previous Zong family and the current Dragon Kingdom government have been extremely cautious and secretive about Lan Meng.

Just knowing that Lan Meng is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Can we dig deeper? If not, I'll do it."

The keyboard nodded, but then frowned.

"I could, but our computing power isn't enough."

"Behind the other party's encrypted tunnel are at least two layers of onion routing. To fully recover them, I need to borrow the military's computing power."

Chen Zheng nodded upon hearing this.

"First, encrypt and archive everything that has been discovered so far, using your own key, and don't use the research institute's system."

The keyboard user immediately understood: "Got it."

"Also," Chen Zheng said in a low voice after a moment of contemplation, "don't tell anyone about this."

"Are Old Zhou and the others there too?"

"Everyone."

He closed the laptop, hugged it to his chest, and retreated to the corner.

Chen Zheng picked up the thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip of water.

His gaze went past the cup and swept around the direction of the laboratory.

It was still dark.

Everything seemed quiet.

But beneath this calm, many things are lurking.

……

Its daybreak.

When Anran woke up, her mind was still foggy.

The first thing you see is a section of a dark jacket sleeve, and then above that, a slightly tilted chin.

She paused for half a second.

Then he sprang up instantly.

Her head nearly hit Chen Zheng's chin, and her face flushed red instantly. She stammered, "I didn't mean to..."

Chen Zheng ignored it and simply moved his left shoulder.

He unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water without any expression.

"Your saliva got my sleeve wet."

An Ran's face turned even redder.

She suddenly looked down at Chen Zheng's cuffs.

I looked for two seconds, but there was nothing on the sleeve.

Clean and tidy.

An Ran slowly raised her head, her gaze shifting from her sleeve to Chen Zheng's calm face.

This person is teasing her.

"you!"

An Ran angrily snatched the thermos from his hand and turned to walk out the door.

"I'll go get you some hot water!"

With a bang, she pushed the laboratory door open forcefully.

In the corner, Keyboard was crouching on the ground, its two hands tightly covering its mouth, its shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

You can't laugh.

You absolutely must not laugh.

If she laughs out loud, today will be the anniversary of her keyboard's death.

A moment later, An Ran returned with a thermos cup refilled with hot water, the redness on her face not yet completely gone.

She placed the cup in front of Chen Zheng, then returned to her corner and sat down again.

Chen Zheng picked up the thermos, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

The water temperature is just right.

……

At noon that day, Chen Zheng, having finished his rest, went to the laboratory as usual.

In front of the whiteboard, he and Zhou Jingtang stood face to face, discussing the separation plan for Lanmeng's abnormal metabolites.

"I suspect this intermediate product with the wrong concentration wasn't brought in by the raw materials, but rather generated during the manufacturing process." As he spoke, Chen Zheng drew a line on the whiteboard with a marker. "If we can reconstruct every step of the entire manufacturing process, down to the temperature and sequence, we should be able to find out where it came from."

Zhou Jingtang adjusted his reading glasses and thought for a moment: "This idea might be worth a try, but there are quite a few steps involved."

"Take the most suspicious steps first to narrow down the scope."

The two discussed, and Chen Zheng's expression remained the same as usual, occasionally nodding.

But he kept glancing at the people in the lab out of the corner of his eye.

Zhou Jingtang was wiping his glasses, Fang Zhiyuan was writing formulas, and Shen Ling was organizing data.

The other three young researchers each did their own thing.

Xu Jiaming sat behind the lab bench, head down recording parameters, without ever looking up.

It looks no different from usual.

Meanwhile, as Chen Zheng had instructed, Keyboard had secretly retrieved the entry and exit records and communication device registration information of everyone in the research institute over the past few days.

It has to be said that the research institute's access control system is really outdated, and the security level is practically non-existent. She pulled up all the data in less than twenty minutes.

Then, we can use the period when the problem occurred as a benchmark and check who behaved strangely.

The fingers flew across the keyboard.

An hour later, the preliminary results came out.

Most people are fine.

The fact that there are only two people in the record is a bit suspicious.

The first one was a young researcher surnamed Liu.

At 3:30 a.m. the day before yesterday, he swiped his access card at the dormitory building's main gate.

However, he lives on the first floor, and the first floor has its own door, so there's no need for him to use the main entrance.

In other words, he either went out or came back at 3:30 a.m.

the second.

That was Xu Jiaming.

His phone remained switched off between 2 a.m. and 5 a.m.

The institute stipulates that mobile phones must be switched on 24 hours a day to ensure that they can be contacted in case of emergency.

Turning off the device for three hours is not necessarily a problem, but it's not normal.

He took a screenshot of the keyboard, got up and walked to Chen Zheng's side, and gave a report in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

After listening, Chen Zheng remained expressionless, only saying in a low voice, "Keep an eye on them. I'll instruct Qin Hong to pay close attention to their behavior over the next few days."

"receive."

"Also," Chen Zheng paused, "find an excuse to go to the security duty room and have Qin Hong fill in the blind spots in the surveillance cameras of Building 3."

The keyboard nodded, and he walked back with the computer in his arms.

Chen Zheng turned back to the whiteboard and continued discussing the specific separation plan with Zhou Jingtang.