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That green progress bar symbolizes the last line of defense.

The terrifying brute-force attack was successfully cracked by three military-grade quantum computers.

Like snow melting in the face of a raging fire, it vanishes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

80%...60%...30%...

The piercing red alarm echoed mournfully in the core server room on the second basement level.

The overloaded roar of hundreds of liquid-cooled servers was almost enough to tear a person's eardrums.

"Get out of the way."

Chen Yuan's voice remained perfectly steady and calm amidst the deafening noise.

He strode forward with his long legs and walked to the front of the control panel.

A large, well-defined hand reached out.

He grabbed the edge of Xiao Liu's gaming chair and shoved him and the chair aside.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Xiao Liu slid more than two meters away, chair and all.

His thick, black-rimmed glasses were askew on his nose, but he didn't bother to straighten them.

He could only gasp for breath, his chest heaving violently.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the tall, imposing figure from behind.

Chen Yuan pulled up a chair and sat down steadily.

His deep black eyes stared directly at the six curved screens that were flashing red gibberish wildly.

There was no panic.

There was no manic outburst when cornered.

There was only a kind of coldness and focus, as unfathomable as an abyss.

He slowly raised his long, slender hands.

It hovered in mid-air for a mere half a second.

Like a commander-in-chief about to lead a vast army.

It's also like a piano master preparing to give a solo performance at a top-notch concert.

"Smack."

The first crisp click of the button rang out.

Followed by.

It was a storm of typing speed that would drive any human typist to despair.

Crackle, crackle.

Da da da.

Chen Yuan's ten fingers on the black mechanical keyboard completely turned into blurry afterimages.

The distinctive, segmented tapping sound of the blue switch blended together at that moment.

Sometimes it was like a sudden storm, so dense that there wasn't a moment's pause.

At times, it's like a heavy hammer striking a drum; every button carries a resolute and powerful feel.

This is not simply code input.

This is clearly a symphony of fate filled with the spirit of slaughter.

Every note is played in this computer room filled with the smell of ozone.

It sounded the final elegy about the life and death of digital technology.

Chu Feng stood in front of the secondary control panel.

The hands that had been frantically typing in patch notes involuntarily stopped.

He stared blankly at Chen Yuan's retreating figure.

Listen to that inhuman tapping rhythm.

He was completely unaware that cold sweat was dripping from his forehead onto the keyboard.

"What is the boss doing...?"

Chu Feng swallowed hard, his voice filled with disbelief and trembling.

"He didn't write any firewall patching code..."

"He's...he's opening a reverse tracking channel?!"

Xiao Liu didn't even bother to adjust his glasses.

He scrambled to the front of the secondary control screen.

Closely monitor and analyze the flow of backend data.

The pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant.

"He's gone mad... the boss is absolutely insane!"

Xiao Liu gasped, his voice cracking.

"Their opponent has three quantum computers!"

"Their computing power is 100,000 times ours!"

"Instead of tightening our defenses at this point, why are we opening a counter-channel to track them down?"

"Isn't this just actively exposing our core underlying libraries to the enemy?"

This is like a person holding a dagger.

Facing a heavy tank charging at full speed.

Not only did they not hide, they also did not dodge.

Instead, he deliberately offered his chest to the tank tracks.

That's pure suicide!

But in the world of the dark web, the abyss is the god who never plays by the rules.

Chen Yuan's eyes were as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

The glaring red warning pop-up on the screen kept flashing on his retina.

But he didn't even glance at it.

The algorithmic logic in his mind had long surpassed the computing speed of the top-of-the-line host in front of him.

Is the opponent trying to steal his trump card?

Let them eat to their heart's content.

Chen Yuan's fingers quickly swept across several obscure function keys.

"Click".

A deeply hidden self-destruct decoy program that would never be activated under normal circumstances.

He packaged it into a seemingly defenseless data packet in an almost insane way.

It was thrown directly into the open reverse tracking channel.

"Come."

A cold, hard curve appeared at the corner of Chen Yuan's mouth.

"Look at your few crappy quantum computers, do you think they can handle this bomb?"

The headquarters of the International Cybersecurity Agency, buried deep underground somewhere in Europe and America.

The huge circular monitoring hall was also brightly lit with a glaring red light.

But the atmosphere here is completely different from that of Genting Highlands.

"Sir! Star Ventures' third line of defense is showing signs of collapse!"

A white technician shouted excitedly, his coffee cup trembling.

"The other side seems to have given up resistance; they've not only withdrawn their interception nodes but also exposed the underlying reverse tunnel!"

The security chief, dressed in a high-ranking uniform, stood behind him.

Those blue eyes blazed with greed and ecstasy.

"Their computing power has collapsed; the system is overloaded!"

The officer slapped the technician on the back of his chair.

"Immediately concentrate all quantum computing power and charge in through that passage!"

"As long as we get irrefutable evidence of Star Venture Capital's funds being laundered."

"That Chinese man named Chen Yuan will spend the rest of his life in our secret prison!"

"Well done! Everyone gets double bonuses tonight!"

An uncontrollable cheer erupted throughout the monitoring hall.

Dozens of top Western hackers were like a pack of hungry wolves who had spotted a fat sheep.

He frantically manipulated the keyboard, sending out the massive, suffocating stream of attack data.

It poured into that open channel without reservation.

They thought this was the gateway to victory and huge prize money.

Little did they know, behind that door lay...

It was a bottomless cliff that Chen Yuan had personally dug for them.

The underground server room of Genting Manor.

"They're coming in!"

Xiao Liu stared at the core area on the screen, which was instantly stained blood red.

So frightened, he fell to the ground with a thud.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Star Ventures' funding pool, and the ghost base stations on the dark web.

At this moment, they were completely surrounded by the opponent's terrifying quantum computing power.

It was like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing everything.

But at that moment...

Chen Yuan's hands, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped.

In the entire computer room, the symphony of fate, as fierce as a torrential downpour, came to an abrupt end.

The air became deathly still.

Chen Yuan's finger hovered over the red "Enter" key in the lower right corner of the keyboard.

In his deep black eyes, there was a murderous aura that had been suppressed for a full half hour.

Finally, like a volcanic eruption, it was completely released.

That pair of data packets, which Westerners see as easy prey.

It has already been fully deployed within the cores of the other side's three quantum computers.

Chen Yuan sneered and pressed the last Enter key: "Want to catch me? Then be prepared for the backlash."