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A cold, bluish light.

The chubby fingers on the mechanical keyboard completely transformed into a blurry, illusory afterimage.

The crisp, clicky sound of the blue switch keycaps colliding.

In the spacious underground geek lab, three levels deep, a dense, impenetrable metal storm had formed.

On six circularly spliced ​​super curved screens.

The green data monitoring line, which was originally like a trickle, turned bright red in 0.5 seconds.

The scarlet "WARNING" pop-up window proliferated like bloodthirsty leeches.

In the blink of an eye, it covered every inch of the display panel.

This is the trump card that "the Hand of God" has played by deploying all its forces.

This was arguably the largest DDoS (Distributed Denial of Service) attack in the history of the human internet.

Tens of millions of overseas botnet IPs have been hijacked.

It carries a terabyte-scale volume of waste.

It is crashing into the outer firewall of Xingchen Venture Capital's overseas data center with overwhelming force, like a mad dog.

If it were a normal time...

Xiao Liu might play cat and mouse with them for a few rounds, while also testing the newly written defense patch.

But not today.

He only needs to close his eyes.

All I could think of was that burly man in the Wangfujing coffee shop, weighing 200 pounds, who would pick his toes and call me "Little Sweetie".

That feeling of humiliation and rage at having one's pure young heart deceived.

I felt stuck in my chest for several whole days.

The burning sensation was so intense that his internal organs were sizzling and steaming, and even drinking five cans of ice-cold soda couldn't suppress it.

"You've already deceived my feelings, fine."

Xiao Liu gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out like an inflatable pufferfish.

The force with which his fingers struck the keyboard was so great that it almost shattered the keycaps.

"Now they even dare to disturb my boss's honeymoon."

"You bunch of trash, you've really messed with us today!"

He abruptly ripped off the zipper of his blue and white school uniform jacket.

Both hands hovered above the keyboard.

They did not call upon a regular traffic scrubbing center for defense.

Instead, it directly accessed the core control protocol of the "ghost base station" at the bottom layer of the dark web.

"You want to consume data traffic, huh?"

A faint blue light reflected off Xiao Liu's glasses.

"I'll let you eat your fill today, until you're stuffed to death!"

He slammed his thumb down on several keyboard shortcut combinations.

Star Ventures’ three backup virtual data pools located overseas have surprisingly opened their doors to each other.

They directly abandoned the physical barrier.

They let that devastating stream of garbage data pour in like a tsunami.

Across the ocean.

A hacker base hidden in an abandoned military air-raid shelter.

In front of a giant screen, dozens of technicians wearing skull masks were celebrating as the progress bar soared.

"They've abandoned their defenses! The entire port is open!"

A technician shouted excitedly, spilling his energy drink on the table.

"Firewall capacity exceeds 90%!"

"Star Ventures' mainframe is about to melt down due to physical overload!"

"Well done! Keep increasing computing power output!"

The leader sat in his swivel chair, twirling a cigar in his hand with a smug look on his face.

"Once we take control of the Abyss's database, the remaining one billion US dollars will be ours."

But they had no idea.

Behind the virtual doors opened by Star Ventures.

It's not a fragile database base package at all.

It is a bottomless, fang-filled black hole in the network.

In the underground laboratory.

Xiao Liu's typing frequency has exceeded the physiological limits that human muscle fibers can withstand.

Sweat dripped down the tip of his nose.

It hit the space bar, splashing up tiny droplets of water.

He dealt with the massive influx of attack traffic.

Forced reassembly is achieved through the terrifying reverse algorithm of ghost base stations.

It was forcibly compressed and folded.

Within a fraction of a second, it was packaged into a reverse Trojan virus database with extremely high infectivity and corrosiveness.

"three."

Xiao Liu stared at the constantly flashing countdown on the screen.

A cold, menacing smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"two."

The virus packet was perfectly disguised as a normal data handshake protocol.

It slipped silently into the gaps in the torrent of attacks.

"one."

The finger bones turned a horrifying pale white from the force exerted.

Xiao Liu's little finger was filled with resentment at being deceived by the burly man who was picking his toes.

He slammed the Enter key down.

"Die!"

At that very second, the data channel experienced a terrifying, illogical backflow.

That virus packet compressed to its extreme.

Following the attack path of "God's Hand," it's like a venomous black mamba snake swimming upstream.

It bit through the heart of the opponent's proud central server.

First minute.

The "Hand of God" used tens of millions of botnet nodes to launch the attack.

Permissions were instantly revoked.

The green indicator lights on the control panel all turned a lifeless gray.

The second minute.

Trojan viruses are like late-stage cancer cells.

It spreads, assimilates, and devours wildly within their core defense matrix.

The moment antivirus software pops up, it is rewritten into a catalyst that accelerates destruction.

Third minute.

Xiao Liu showed no sign of stopping.

He stored the pink anime code on his hard drive, which he originally intended to use to confess his feelings.

It directly and crudely implanted itself into the underlying BIOS of the target host.

From a hardware perspective, they have completely blocked any possibility of restarting.

Fourth minute.

All the screens at the North American hacker base suddenly froze.

The long red bar that symbolized the progress of the attack vanished without a trace in an instant.

Instead.

It is a 3D projection of an anime girl with pink twin tails and wearing a JK uniform.

The girl was right in the center of their main screen.

They danced a hilariously satirical otaku dance.

Accompanied by a cheap, electronically synthesized voice, it plays a loop of a bolded and amplified English sentence.

"That's it? It's trash that can't even touch my doorstep."

"F**k! What the hell is this thing?!"

The cigar in the leader's mouth fell onto his crotch, burning a black hole.

He suddenly stood up and kicked over the gaming chair in front of him.

"Can anyone tell me why the firewall has turned into a dancing woman?!"

He lunged at the control panel and frantically pounded on the keyboard.

But they discovered that the entire system had turned into a solid block of dead iron.

It can't even be forced to shut down by unplugging the power.

The fifth minute.

"Sizzle—"

A pungent smell of burnt rubber quickly filled the air-raid shelter.

The motherboard simply couldn't withstand the crazy overclocking commands brought about by the virus.

The capacitors at the bottom layer burst one after another.

Sparks flew everywhere inside the server rack.

boom!boom!

Several muffled explosions rang out, and thick black smoke billowed out of the ventilation ducts.

The number one hacker alliance in North America.

In just five minutes.

A fifteen-year-old boy went berserk after his online romance failed to blossom into a real-life relationship.

The keys were pressed onto the keyboard, rubbed together in the most humiliating way, turning into electronic waste scattered all over the floor, reeking of burnt metal.

Inside the underground laboratory in Jianghai City.

Xiao Liu shook his sore and numb wrist.

The fingertips of all ten fingers have started to bleed slightly from the high-frequency tapping.

He grabbed the half-eaten meat bun from the table, which had long since gone cold.

He took a big, vicious bite.

"Brother Yuan, the trash has been cleaned up."

He spoke into the microphone.

Her voice returned to its usual calm, even carrying a hint of lingering frustration.

"They also dug up all the secret codes of their alliance."

"They're all available for download on the dark web's free and open-source forums."

"These bastards, they'll even lose their begging bowls in the hacker community from now on."

On the other side of the screen.

Inside the presidential suite in Manhattan.

Chen Yuan listened to Xiao Liu's report.

His deep black eyes remained completely still, and he didn't even pause for a moment while using the crab scissors.

It was as if I had only heard the cleaning lady say that the trash had been thrown into the bin.

"Well done."

Chen Yuan placed the cleaned crab meat into Shen Wanzhou's plate.

"I'm giving you half a month's leave to investigate the IP address of that big guy who scammed you."

"Go and get back at Xingchen yourself, don't embarrass them."

Xiao Liu was so moved on the other end that he almost spat out the filling of his steamed bun.

The boss is blatantly giving him the privilege of using public funds for revenge!

This is a silent and brutal digital strangulation.

Its devastating aftershocks did not stop there.

Instead, it followed the broken network cable and smashed it hard against the mastermind behind the attack.

Europe, deep in the Alps.

An ancient castle covered in thick snow.

Inside the strategic control room deep underground, the temperature was so low that one's breath would turn white.

Philippe Sr., the head of a European energy conglomerate.

The hand wearing the emerald family crest ring was trembling violently.

He stared intently at the giant surveillance screen in front of him, which had turned into a speckled mess of static.

The old face, etched with deep wrinkles, instantly lost all color.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Old Philip slammed his mahogany cane to the ground.

The dull thud echoed through the empty basement, carrying with it a furious and exasperated rage.

His prized "Hand of God" was a top-tier league that he hired for a whopping $300 million.

It happened right in front of that Asian man.

He didn't even last five minutes!

Without the cover of hackers.

Their family has established gray energy chains in China and Southeast Asia.

It's like being stripped naked and thrown into the street.

Given the ruthless and vicious counterattack speed of Star Ventures.

Soon, like a meat grinder, their family's century-old legacy will be shredded to dust.

Old Philip's breathing was heavy and labored, like a leaky bellows.

His chest heaved violently.

The fear in his eyes, after a brief pause, was gradually replaced by a frenzied, desperate madness.

The age spots on his face looked even more ferocious and terrifying due to the congestion.

He turned around and shoved away the assistant who came up to help him.

Leather shoes stepped on the cold marble floor tiles.

Although his steps were unsteady, they were filled with a resolute determination and ruthlessness that disregarded everything.

Step by step, they walked towards the deepest part of the basement, to the physical control panel that was tightly covered by three layers of bulletproof glass.

The head of a European energy conglomerate, staring at the collapsing data, gritted his teeth, his hand gripping the metal lever on the control panel: "Since the network is failing, let's activate our final trump card: physically sever their energy grid!"