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

It's 3 a.m. in the city.

In this still and quiet hour, the entire city is deep in slumber, except for a very few places where the lights stay on all night, still beating with the pulse of the times.

On the third underground level of the Longdun Security Base, the air is almost filled with the faint smell of ozone emitted by high-voltage cables.

The low-frequency humming of dozens of liquid-cooled servers sounded like the heavy breathing of some behemoth, making the entire enclosed room feel even more oppressive.

Ghost Hand sat in the center of a row of curved, wraparound monitors, his ten fingers furiously striking the mechanical keyboard, the crisp "clack-clack" sound becoming a dense rain of clicks. His eyes were bloodshot, yet gleamed with a captivating light due to extreme excitement.

The blue light from the screen reflected on his pale face, outlining a silhouette like that of a crazed hacker.

"It'll be soon...it'll be soon..."

Ghost Hand murmured softly, his voice slightly hoarse.

On the main screen in front of him, countless thin, hair-like green rays of light were rapidly traversing a world map. Each ray of light represented a top-secret sum of money that had been split, hidden, and laundered.

Liu Ming stood behind him, still holding the enamel mug with half of its paint chipped off.

The rising steam from the teacup blurred his cold, stone-carved face.

He was completely hidden in the shadows, except for his eyes, which were like those of a demon, which remained fixed on every ticking line of code on the screen.

……

"Boss, this old guy is practically an art master."

As Ghost Hand operated the device, he couldn't help but curse aloud.

"He split the deposit from that 'fake technology' sale into 36,000 shares. Each share was then transported through more than 200 virtual base stations around the world, circling the globe three times in less than ten minutes."

"I just tracked it to Switzerland, and the next second the signal jumped to the Cayman Islands, and then disappeared in Singapore."

"A total of thirty overseas springboards! Each one has been equipped with a dynamic obfuscation algorithm, and even exploited system vulnerabilities of several international banks."

Liu Ming took a sip of the slightly bitter tea, her tone calm and undisturbed.

"Without such methods, he couldn't have stayed in that position for thirty years. Keep pursuing him, no matter how many detours he takes, eventually this money will have a 'landing place'."

"clear!"

Ghost Hand gritted his teeth, and his fingers moved faster again, even leaving afterimages in the air.

"He's playing 'shadow clones,' so I'll cut off his supply line. Since he likes using cryptocurrencies, I'll start investigating by looking at the fluctuations in the mining pool's hashrate."

The image on the screen suddenly changed.

The green light vanished instantly, replaced by a massive three-dimensional matrix composed of countless red cubes.

That's Bitcoin's blockchain transaction network.

In this silent financial war, the fragmented funds eventually converged into an extremely large undercurrent.

They are like a school of fish with a keen sense of smell, frantically fleeing in the deep sea of ​​the dark web, trying to escape the hunt by the top hackers from China.

"Gotcha!"

Ghost Hand suddenly let out a low shout.

"That bastard converted all his funds into Bitcoin and then put it into a money laundering pool called 'Deep Sea.' He thought it was absolutely safe there, but he forgot that half of 'Deep Sea's' underlying protocol architecture was a backdoor I left behind when I was serving on 'Dragon Fang'!"

He slammed his finger down on the Enter key.

"bite--!"

A crisp system notification sound rang out in the quiet room.

The previously chaotic red matrix was instantly sorted out into a clear path.

After undergoing an extremely complex "big bath," the 36,000 funds were eventually reassembled, resulting in a shocking number.

Three hundred million US dollars.

This was merely a "deposit" for that fake blueprint.

This enormous sum of money, enough to buy a small country, eventually flowed into an extremely secretive offshore account after passing through the final digital barrier, an account that was not even recorded by Interpol.

……

Liu Ming's breathing quickened slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the slowly generating account information on the screen.

He knew this was the end.

This is the Achilles' heel of the "Shadow," who lurked in Kyushu for thirty years, killed his own father, and betrayed countless national treasures.

"Boss, this account has a very high security level."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ghost Hand's forehead.

"It uses an extremely ancient mechanical cryptography combined with the latest quantum encryption. If I were to force a crack, not only would the account be instantly deleted, but the location of our base would also be locked in reverse."

Liu Ming put down the teacup, slowly extended a hand, and placed it on Ghost Hand's shoulder.

Those large, warm hands conveyed a power as steady as a mountain.

"No rush."

Liu Ming's voice rang in Ghost Hand's ear, carrying a profound understanding of the world.

"He now feels this is the safest place. Because he trusts technology, and even more so, he trusts the rules he's followed for thirty years. But he's forgotten that the most unreliable thing in this world... is inanimate objects."

Liu Ming took out the hidden wooden box left by her mother, which she had found in Chapter 501.

He pulled out a thin, transparent film from the gap at the bottom of the box.

A string of crooked, even somewhat blurry numbers was engraved on it.

Those were the last words his father, Liu Jianguo, left on the wooden board behind his desk with his fingernails in the final moments before his death.

Everyone, including Luo Binwang, believed that Liu Jianguo had left nothing behind before committing suicide.

Only Liu Ming's mother discovered the shocking secret while sorting through her belongings.

She spent her entire life guarding this string of numbers, until Liu Ming grew into a true dragon capable of overturning rivers and seas.

"Type it in," Liu Ming said softly.

With trembling hands, he carefully entered the numbers on the film, one by one, into the dialog box that could freeze the world in time.

【confirm】

The light and shadow on the screen began to flicker wildly.

Countless complex geometric shapes are constantly being recombined, broken, and recombined.

The lights on the entire three underground floors flickered on and off, and the voltage fluctuated violently at that moment, as if the entire Kyushu's karma was letting out a heavy sigh.

"Click."

A faint, yet heavenly sound of a lock opening echoed throughout the entire secret room through the speakers.

……

The defenses have collapsed.

The black box, which was said to be "unopenable even by God," was pierced through as easily as a thin sheet of paper by the key left by Liu Jianguo with his blood.

The account information was like a book of life and death with its seal broken, laid bare before the two of them.

Those shocking transaction records.

Those illegal transactions, each one tinged with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

and also……

The real name that was hidden behind the account, used for thirty years without ever being changed.

Overwhelmed by the shock, Ghost Hand froze in his chair.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, and his fingers were gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that his fingernails were bleeding from the force.

That name.

That name that represents dedication, integrity, and backbone in textbooks.

At this moment, it appears so ironic and so grotesque in the center of this screen full of sinful money flow charts.

"Boss..."

Ghost Hand finally regained his voice, but it was so hoarse that it was unrecognizable, carrying an absurd feeling of wanting to cry and laugh at the same time.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Liu Ming, who was standing in the shadows.

His chest heaved violently.

He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed to the clearly visible electronic signature on the screen that represented the homeowner's identity.

He screamed hysterically.

The explosion shattered the last vestiges of deathly silence in the sealed room.

"Boss! We caught him!"

"The owner of this account... has been found!!!"

Liu Ming stared intently at the screen.

Bathed in that ghastly blue light, his eyes grew colder than a blade and darker than an abyss.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air that had been building up for ten years.

It's in the position of the head of household's profile picture.

An old face that he knew all too well, a face that had even smiled kindly at him during the awarding ceremony.

It coldly surveys all living beings.

Liu Ming sneered and casually smashed the enamel mug to pieces.

"I've been fishing for thirty years."

"Old fox, this time, it's time for you to show your true colors."