StarCraft In the Palm of Your Hand

"Can't you inform the military of this news in your name? They may not believe me, but they should believe you. If we are right in the end and successfully avoid Heras's attack, you may be able to do more. Take the next step." Yang Ying knew that Randolph was an official fan, and taking another step up to become a marshal was probably the highest goal in his heart.

"This..." After hearing this, Randolph's face became flickering, as if he was struggling with something in his heart, with a troubled look on his face.

After a few seconds, Randolph sighed, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Yang Ying asked.

"There are too many things in this information that I shouldn't care about." Randolph warned, "Young man, this world is not as simple as you imagine. Even if a dog catches a mouse, it will be scolded." Cheng is nosy, because the success of the dog shows the incompetence of the cat. And most of the people I deal with don't care whether the mouse catches or not. They care more about the dog doing the dog's business and the cat doing the cat's business. Yours The ancestor Confucius also said that if you are not in your position, you will not seek your own government."

"What a fallacy!" Yang Ying shouted, "Confucius didn't say this to make you find an excuse!"

"It's up to you, yes or no." Randolph waved his hand, as if he didn't care about anything, and said, "It is not an easy task to change the fire control code. The fire control codes of each base have a corresponding set of codes. The matching algorithm is automatically modified once a week. If manual modification is required, the Ministry of National Defense must coordinate with the commander of each base. Both parties operate the fire control system at the same time. Neither party can modify the fire control code independently. This is to prevent The means necessary for an army insurrection."

"It will take at least a week to reset the fifty-three algorithms, so it is unrealistic to modify the fire control code based on speculation without obtaining definite, reasonable, and legal evidence."

"Do you not trust me?" Yang Ying asked.

"That's not true, young man, I'm telling you this because I trust you." Randolph slapped the table and said very excitedly, "So, I will immediately find a reason to apply to the Ministry of Defense to replace the Ceres military base Fire control code. But I can't do more things. If you are in my position, you can know that people like me have too many things to worry about, and taking risks is the worst thing. So be it, we will next time Let's talk again."

After speaking, Randolph ended the communication.

Although the figure on the communicator screen disappeared, Yang Ying still looked at the screen, speechless for a long time.

"Remaining silent is the best choice for Randolph. The work of collecting intelligence has nothing to do with him. He needs to take huge risks in his career, but he may not be able to get benefits. And once the other fifty-two bases have accidents, the Ceres base Randolph's decision is the most appropriate." Kalia said, his face was calm, as if he had been mentally prepared for this matter.

"It's just the most suitable for him. Did you know how Randolph would answer?" Yang Ying turned to Kalia and asked.

Kalia nodded and said, "According to his behavior pattern, this is not beyond my expectation."

Yang Ying leaned back on the chair. He knew that his voice was too soft to be heard by more people. Now, relying on his friendship with Randolph, at least one base was saved. As for the other fifty-two...

"Let Kevin notify the military, we can only do our best and obey the destiny." Yang Ying ordered.

"Yes." Kalia saluted, turned and walked out of the command room. This time, he did not raise any other opinions.

…

In the Strategic Office of the Earth Defense Ministry, Marshal Schmidt, Chief of Staff of the Earth Army, is sitting in front of the computer and looking through the frontline battle reports.

"This month, the actions of the apes are gradually decreasing, as if they are planning something."

Marshal Schmidt had snow-white hair and a serious expression on his face. He immediately recorded some of his thoughts in an electronic notepad to prevent himself from forgetting.

"The intelligence department needs to speed up and find out the movements of the ancient legion."

beep beep...

At this time, the light screen on the desk flickered quickly.

"What happened?" Marshal Schmidt stood up, only to see a few lines of blood-red characters displayed on the light screen: "The fire control code of the fifty-three bases from the orbit of Saturn to the asteroid belt has been leaked, please modify it as soon as possible." .”

The scarlet letter continued to flash on the light screen, which surprised Marshal Schmidt. He pressed his hand on the communicator and said, "Connect me to the network security department!"

A few minutes later, Colonel Muller, the chief engineer of the network security department, and Brigadier General Kofir, the head of the security department, came to his office and began to check the computer for signs of intrusion.

"Come and tell me, can the computer of the Strategic Office be hacked?" Marshal Schmidt roared. "If the enemy wanted to steal our military's confidential documents, they would have already succeeded."

Brigadier General Kofir said: "Marshal, this mysterious hacker somehow bypassed the firewall of our LAN, but please don't worry, the high-level secrets above B level are not connected to the LAN, they are stored in the underground host , This text says that all the fire control codes of the fifty-three bases have been stolen, which is impossible at all, and the level of secrecy of those codes is at least *, and it cannot be obtained by hackers at all."

"What do you mean? Is this text just a prank?" Schmidt asked Kofir.

Brigadier General Kofir used his experience to analyze: "There is no direct evidence for this text, so how credible is a hidden news? Maybe some people who plan to do something wrong want to use this kind of alarmist means to Shake our confidence to fight."

"Is there such a good hacker among the plotters?" Schmidt asked.

"On the one hand, there are super-hackers plotting evil, and on the other hand, the fire control codes of the fifty-three bases are leaked. Obviously, the possibility of the existence of the former is much higher." Cofell said.

"I suggest to start investigating who hacked your computer immediately. If the hacker is caught, it will be much easier to figure out what happened." Colonel Muller quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and he was looking for the intrusion in the computer traces of the

"Did you find anything?" Schmidt asked, turning to him.

Colonel Muller shook his head and said: "Not yet, this intruder is like a mass of air, leaving no trace at all, if I hadn't seen that text on the screen when I came, I'm afraid I would say that this computer Never been hacked."

"You stay here to solve the hacker's problem. I'll hold a meeting and study the information sent by the hacker." Schmidt walked out of the office without looking back, and asked the secretary to summon several senior military officials.

Not long after, some people with the rank of general on their shoulders walked into the conference room, and the entire conference table was filled, and there was not a single lieutenant general in front of the conference table.

After the meeting started, Field Marshal Schmidt threw them a hacker warning.

After a long discussion, the result of the meeting was the same as what Kalia had guessed. Before they had definite evidence, they all targeted the hackers who could break through the Strategy Office. Modifications were not on the agenda.

When Marshal Schmidt walked out of the conference room, his secretary came and whispered in his ear: "Admiral Randolph, commander of the Thirteenth Fleet, sent a message saying that one of his confidential staff officers was kidnapped by spies. Provide the fire control code of the Ceres base, and request to change it immediately."

"Now?" Schmidt intuitively thought that Randolph's request might have something to do with hackers, and the timing was too coincidental.

He thought for a while, then nodded and said, "I agree, you can deal with it."

…

"Arrogant human!"

Heras sat on a command chair in a stable manner, with a slight sarcasm on his face, other than endless contempt, the few scars left by the war have long since healed.

Next to him is a control center, and a large computer in front of him has been prepared, and an ape worshiper who is proficient in computer technology is operating it.

"My lord, everything is ready."

"Very good!" Heras stood up, went to the console, and inserted the chip containing fifty-three fire control codes into a socket.

In an instant, a series of data streams scrolled across the screen.

"My lord, we are connecting to the fire control systems of various bases, and we have completed twenty-four... thirty-nine... fifty-two... or fifty-two."

"What's wrong?" Heras asked.

The operator only felt that his heart was about to stop beating, and Heras's pressure was beyond his ability to bear, and he was so oppressed by a single word that he couldn't speak clearly.

"Gu... Ceres military base, the fire control code has been changed."

"When?" Heras asked lightly.

"I don't know." The operator shook his head.

"Leave him alone." Heras turned and returned to the command chair, "Put the target on fifty-two bases."

"Do you want to disable the weapon system?" the operator asked.

"Paralyzed weapon system? Are you kidding me!" Heras snorted, "Re-adjust the energy line, and input the energy reserves in the fifty-two bases into their weapon system~www.wuxiaspot.com~ let the weapon system Overload, trigger a big explosion and blow them up to the sky!"

How could the pinnacle master Heras be so petty and satisfied with just paralyzing all the bases?

After about ten minutes, the operator raised his head from the console and said, "My lord, the fifty-two energy lines have been set."

"Start!" Heras shouted.

"Yes."

At the same time, fifty-two large and small bases from the orbit of Saturn to the asteroid belt issued red alerts at the same time, and only five minutes later, all bases were engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Heras stood up from his seat with a shiver, his body trembling, he opened his arms to embrace the void, and shouted in the direction of the Pluto base camp of the ancient legion:

"From now on, the era of human beings is coming to an end, and the era of ape-men is coming! Long live the Legion!"

(End of the second volume of Mercenary Road)

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