He had just finished speaking.
The offensive and defensive situation on the field suddenly reversed.
The Trojan virus, which seemed to be cornered and about to be strangled by the reactivated Sentinel system, suddenly changed its strategy.
It collided directly with the Sentinel system.
No one has reacted yet.
Then I heard the Starlink programmers inside cursing: "Fuck, quick! Emergency stop self-destruct program, enter the password quickly."
"Team leader, if we enter the password at this time, it may be stolen by the other party. Are you sure?" a team member asked impatiently.
The leading man didn't care about much else. He leaned over the back of their chairs and roared with all his might: "Stop talking to me so much! Hurry up!"
Starlink has a terminal program, which is that if it encounters an extremely dangerous situation, the system will automatically kill all programs and format the data...
Generally, top-level weapons activation devices contain this kind of program to prevent their things from falling into the hands of outsiders one day.
This hack is different from all the previous ones.
This fucking hacker is a lunatic.
She didn't play by the rules and activated the Starlink terminal self-destruct program, forcing them to terminate the program. And they had to do so...
The same goes for Starlink.
Hackers who attempt to invade the Starlink host are always looking for loopholes, destroying the Sentinel system, and further obtaining data.
Starlink data cannot be formatted.
At least it's not formatting now.
"Team Leader..."
"Enter the password!" The programmers gritted their teeth and entered their ultimate password.
The half-formatting progress bar on the screen stopped, and before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw that the other party had cunningly stolen their passwords.
The virus invaded the Starlink host in an instant, and they lost control of the host.
The programmer immediately tried to move the mouse, but found that he could no longer operate the mouse on the computer.
"Fuck!" He punched the keyboard hard, causing the keycaps to fly. The programmer grabbed his hair, looking back at his boss with red eyes: "We lost... control."
His boss, a white man with curly hair, bit his cheek tightly, veins popping out of his neck, and said hastily without saying a word: "I'll report to the Sixth Continent."
The people who stayed behind looked up and watched them move nothing. The computer page on the screen seemed to be operated by someone, and slowly entered the folder and began to copy the data inside...
The person on the other side was probably quite bored during the copying process, so he found the mini program and took out the card game that came with the console and started playing it.
This undoubtedly challenges the dignity of everyone present.
A group of top scientists and programmers were so angry that their mouths were crooked and their eyes were almost popping out, but they were unable to do anything about the people on the other side.
They can no longer control the host. The other party has control over it, and they also have their key...
The moment they terminate the console formatting, they lose.
The full ten minutes seemed like a century to them, so long that everyone went from being shocked and angry to being numb.
They were forced to watch the stupid card game for ten minutes, and the copying progress bar finally reached 100%, and the opponent had finished copying!
"...I'm sure this is our most shameful day." One of the Starlink engineers let out a soul-stirring cry.
They are so shameful.
Their home was robbed right before their eyes, and they watched as someone copied their data. (End of this chapter)