There were nearly a hundred staff members of the Strategic Intelligence Group standing behind it. Although everyone had a little tiredness written on their brows, the string that was breaking in everyone's heart at this moment made everyone breathless.
A huge number of data packets numbered from zero to five hundred and eighty-seven were listed on the display screen, but everyone present knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg, and behind each data packet was hidden a more complex key.
It seems that everyone who engages in strategic intelligence has a clock that keeps passing time in their hearts, and the ticking sound stirs the nerves of the brain every time.
Choice has always been a ubiquitous problem, but once the choice is given destiny, once the probability of the choice is limited, then who is willing to make this kind of choice.
"If it were me, I would divide the 600 into three sections, and tentatively set the front, middle, and back at 200 each. First of all, I will definitely not put the buttons in the front section, so as to avoid being quickly cracked, and I will not put the buttons in the front section." In the middle section, lottery thinking, most people will choose to take the middle choice, so I choose 400 to 587, and delete the rest of the numbers."
Forced himself to say all the words, Team Leader Qu's violent heartbeat could barely be suppressed.
In fact, in the final analysis, this is not considered from the standpoint of the information transmitter at all, but
Completely use the so-called theory to cover up the paleness of luck. But this is where Team Leader Qu is so good. He has been immersed in the intelligence industry for so many years, and his almost intuitive sense of smell has supported him to where he is today.
With an order, a staff member next to the display immediately deleted all data packets numbered before 400.
"One hundred and eighty-eight, and then divided into three sections, one, two, three, this time I will use reverse thinking, remove the tail, and renumber"
Under the watchful eyes of more than a hundred people, the five hundred and eighty-eight packet data packets that everyone tried their best to complete were quickly deleted to only sixty-two packets. But after Team Leader Qu's voice fell this time, there was no more sound in the entire operation room.
too difficult. . . It was too difficult from the beginning, how could human beings directly intervene with a 1 in 600 probability. . . Even if the real key is locked in the remaining sixty-two data packets, how to choose next. . . How else to choose
"Team Leader Qu, this..."
To put it bluntly, it has turned into a blind touch now. Another intelligence officer behind Team Leader Qu just wanted to dissuade him, but was stopped by the other party's gesture.
"It seems that I am too old to hang around here anymore, isn't it? I can hardly see such a large number on the screen... How about this, pony, tell me a number, start from zero to sixty one"
No one expected that the most critical step had come, and the well-known team leader Qu in China would actually say such a thing. Everyone's eyes instantly shifted from Team Leader Qu to Xiao Ma.
Just when everyone thought that Xiao Ma would inevitably panic, suddenly this unobtrusive man with black-rimmed glasses twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Team Leader Qu, why don't we discuss it together?"
"Hahaha, okay, let's talk about it, but afterwards, you can't take credit with an old guy like me."
The two looked at each other, and apart from the twinkling light in their eyes, what was left was that sincere determination and self-confidence.
"So..."
Everyone hardly reacted, and the fingers of Team Leader Qu's right hand had already stood up.
three. . .
two. . .
one. . .
"thirty"
"thirty"
Unanimous voice, but they are exactly the same two numbers. The corner of Team Leader Qu's mouth twitched, and an uncontrollable smile burst out instantly.
"Delete the rest of the numbers and get to work!"
Zhang Yaxi was really puzzled. According to common sense, tonight should be the final decisive battle between himself and Zhang Jianzhong, and he even made various resolutions. Bickering and quarreling are trivial things, running away from home and going on a hunger strike are all petty tricks. Even if I fight to the death in the end, it’s no big deal to repeat my studies. The worst case is to sever the relationship between father and son, and I have to fight for my future life. Road, fight for an initiative!
Zhang Yaxi threw aside the information that his parents collected so hard, without even looking at it. These days, all he thinks about is the possible path after swearing to the death and fighting. As for other paths, let it go to hell. Only by fighting with the last stand can we win the victory.
But Zhang Jianzhong was fine when he left this morning, why did he look like a different person when he came back at night? Not only that, I usually give myself 800 messages a day to persuade myself, but today I didn't have any. Since he entered the house, he just sat there indifferent to anything, as if he had completely forgotten about the matter of volunteering.
This is often the case with children and students. When they fight against their parents and teachers, they become more energetic.
Which side is right or wrong? As long as you fight, you will have a strong will. But what the children are most afraid of is not the punishment, beating and scolding from the teachers and parents, nor the forced indoctrination and feeding of the teachers and parents, but what they fear most is the unfeeling and indifference from the teachers and parents.
Just like what Zhang Jianzhong did suddenly, Zhang Yaxi was caught off guard, and the countermeasures he had thought up before were wiped out in an instant. Originally, I thought it would be a big deal and submitted the volunteer directly. If someone wanted to change my volunteer, I would do my best!
But now no one stopped him, and no one intervened, so Zhang Yaxi lost any courage.
United States, Langley, Virginia, netbsp;
"You don't have to worry about the safety of this operation, Ten"
Brennan was sitting at a dark desk, talking to the line phone, the huge metal American Eagle behind it was a bit dim for some reason.
"..."
"Listen to number ten! I will do everything I say, and I won't do it if I say no. You only need to execute the order I gave. Do you need me to repeat it?"
The sudden drop in temperature seemed to freeze along the phone wires, and Brennan's still expressionless face was staring straight ahead.
"..."
"So much the better"
"..."
The other end of the phone seemed to be more impatient than Brennan. Both parties hung up the phone almost at the same time, and then a middle-aged man with a hat on the other end turned around and walked into a noodle restaurant with fried sauce.