Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

Across the ocean, in a certain country.

Inside an underground hacker base filled with glaring fluorescent lights and the pungent smell of energy drinks.

Several young white men with dark circles under their eyes and messy tattoos were laughing arrogantly at a dozen screens flashing green code. They were core members of "Ghost Hive," notorious on the dark web. Their motto was: take money, do things, with no scruples.

"Done!"

A blond hacker slammed the Enter key down and excitedly grabbed a beer from the table, taking a big gulp.

"The firewall of the National Development and Reform Commission of China looks impressive, but it's actually just a paper-thin relic. I've completely scrambled the parameters of their core 'Loongson Project'! Not only that, I've also implanted ransomware."

He turned to look at a cold, hooded man sitting in the main seat.

"Boss, it's time to teach those Asians a lesson. Should we post these screenshots of the tampered data on their domestic websites right now? Just a headline saying their ridiculous independent research and development has completely collapsed. With that media frenzy, plus that damn extortion letter, the commission from the employer will double!"

The hooded man exhaled a smoke ring, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Send it. Of course we'll send it. How can we show our skills if we don't muddy the waters?"

"I want that Eastern official named Liu Ming to kneel on the ground and beg us for the password before sunrise tomorrow."

……

At the same time.

Dragon Kingdom, Imperial Capital, fourth floor of the National Development and Reform Commission building.

Inside the data center's computer room, all the red lights were flashing glaringly and frantically. The urgent alarms sounded like saws cutting into the nerves of all the technicians present.

"Director, interception failed! Data... data has been overwritten!"

The director slumped into his chair, his face ashen.

It's over. Everything is over. This was a top-secret national project! Destroyed right under his nose. He could already picture the miserable life he would spend the rest of his life in prison.

However, Liu Ming, standing behind him, had a frighteningly calm expression.

He didn't look at the desperate technicians, nor at the glaring red gibberish on the screen. He simply held the specially made black phone quietly, listening to the rapid, frantic tapping of the keyboard coming through his earphones.

"Boss, they're pretty arrogant. Not only are they tampering with data, they're also trying to send ransom notes via the internet."

Ghost Hand's voice came through the headphones, no longer the lazy tone of someone who had just woken up, but filled with an extreme excitement of seeing a predator.

"Can we find them?" Liu Ming asked casually.

"Looking for? Boss, you're insulting my profession. I didn't need this kind of garbage-level cover springboard back when I was playing electronic warfare in 'Dragon Fang'."

On the other side of the screen, Ghost Hand, located in the secret base in Ningzhou, had already blurred his fingers across the keyboard. His eyes were fixed on the several huge circular screens in front of him, his gaze flashing with an almost frantic green reflection of data streams.

Give me three minutes.

Ghost Hand's voice turned cold and mechanical, a sign that he had entered "god-level" hacker mode.

"Within three minutes, I'm not only going to get the data back for him, I'm also going to show him who the real god is in the online world."

"Start the countdown," Liu Ming said.

"three."

The ghostly hand typed out a series of complex commands, and the red gibberish that had been jumping wildly on the main screen of the National Development and Reform Commission's computer room suddenly stopped as if a pause button had been pressed.

"two."

A green data stream, as stealthy as a ghost yet possessing overwhelming power, instantly pierced through the National Development and Reform Commission's riddled firewall. Instead of patching the vulnerabilities, it darted upstream like a venomous snake, frantically tearing at the attacker's path!

"one!"

"Bang!"

As the ghost hand pressed the Enter key heavily.

In the National Development and Reform Commission's control room, the piercing alarm abruptly stopped. All the flashing red lights instantly turned a reassuring green.

On the main screen, the tampered top-secret parameters were restored to their original state in less than ten seconds, as if time had reversed.

Not only that.

At the very center of the screen, a golden, lifelike dragon logo slowly appeared!

That's the totem of "Dragon Fang"!

"It's recovered...it's really recovered?" The director of the information center rubbed his eyes violently, looking at the intact encrypted files on the screen, his whole body trembling with excitement.

He looked at Liu Ming as if she were God.

What kind of divine power did this young director use? In an instant, he averted a catastrophe that could have destroyed the entire High Technology Department!

Liu Ming ignored the director's shock.

He looked into his phone and said calmly, "Well done. What about the flies?"

A disdainful sneer came through the earphones.

"Boss. I've tracked them down to their hometown via the internet. In America, in a basement."

"These bastards, they want to wage a propaganda war? They want to send extortion letters?"

The ghost's ten fingers suddenly hovered above the keyboard, and then, as if playing a death symphony, fell heavily!

"I prepared a 'big gift' for them."

……

Across the ocean, an underground hacker base.

"What happened? The connection was lost?"

The blond hacker was about to click to send the ransom email when his screen suddenly went black without warning!

It's not just his computer.

Throughout the entire base, more than a dozen top-of-the-line servers, each worth a fortune, simultaneously emitted a piercing buzzing sound!

"Boss! Something's wrong! We...we're being tracked in reverse!"

Another hacker screamed in terror, his hands frantically pounding on the keyboard, only to discover in despair that he had completely lost control of the computer.

"Their data flow is too massive and too overwhelming! They're not just attacking; they're completely crushing our physical ports!"

The hooded man suddenly stood up, and fear finally showed in his eyes.

"Quick! Cut off the physical power supply! Quick!"

However, it was too late.

The moment he uttered those words.

All computer screens lit up simultaneously.

No code. No garbled text.

Only a single, golden, majestic dragon head slowly enlarged in the center of the screen. Its eyes seemed to pierce through the screen, coldly watching this group of clowns.

Followed by.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A pungent, burnt smell emanated from the massive server chassis.

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

One of the server motherboards was instantly injected with a hundred times more junk data and overclocking instructions than it could handle, causing the CPU to overload and ignite a dazzling spark!

It was like triggering a chain reaction.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

More than a dozen servers burst into flames in less than ten seconds! Thick smoke instantly filled the entire basement, and flames shot into the sky!

"Oh my god..."

The blond hacker slumped to the ground, trembling violently as he stared at the millions of dollars worth of equipment belching black smoke.

He had never seen such a terrifying counterattack in his entire life.

Could you directly burn out the physical server by running the data stream through the network cable?

Is this still hacking? This is practically magic!

The hooded man stared intently at the golden dragon head that was gradually being swallowed by thick smoke, his face ashen. His lips trembled violently as he forced out a few words filled with despair.

"monster……"

"We...have angered a monster..."

This online war, originally aimed at Liu Ming and intended to stir up a huge storm of public opinion, has thus come to a complete end in an extremely brutal and shocking way.

Those conspirators hiding behind keyboards.

He didn't even have a chance to say a word.

It was burned to ashes.