Super Black Technology

Please, can you stop kissing me without seeing the drool all over my face? Ike was extremely depressed, and looked pitifully at the beautiful Maria.

But after hearing a puff, the beautiful Maria laughed, and then said to Hughes: "Mr. Hughes, put him down quickly, he is about to cry."

After being reminded by Maria, Hughes finally came to his senses, hurriedly put the little guy down, and apologized repeatedly.

As the next patriarch of a political family among the seven giants in the United States, does Hughes need to apologize to an 11-year-old? do you need?

Of course you need it! because--

After apologizing continuously, Hughes finally revealed his purpose: "Little Ike, how about you help me make a password verification program? I'll treat you to eat watermelon, the biggest kind!"

As soon as these words came out, Hughes's headset instantly heard several shouts.

"Hughes, what do you want?"

"Hughes, our military should also have one!"

President Obama and the Secretary of Defense are in a hurry. Of course, this kind of strategic weapon must have a password, but the password should not be mastered by you alone. The government wants it, the military wants it, and...

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"...

Hughes' personal cell phone rang rapidly. Hughes can guess without looking, it should be a call from an internal member of the Watermelon Alliance.

These greedy crocodiles! Hughes had no choice but to answer the phone.

"Hughes, I'm on the next street to you. Wait, I'll come over right away." This is a direct member of the Rockefeller family, the man who threatened the Chicago consortium to kill their children and grandchildren.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Hughes' cell phone rang again.

"Hughes, I'm next door to you too. Wait, I'll come right over!" This is from the Morgan family.

"Hughes, wait, I'll be there in 5 minutes!" This was from the Bush family.

Then came the 4th call, the 5th call, the 6th call...

But it wasn't over yet. At this time, President Obama's voice sounded again in Hughes' headset.

"Hughes, wait a minute. The White House commissioner will be here soon. Up to 10 minutes!"

At this moment, Hughes was so angry that he almost dropped his phone and headset.

Damn girl, are you all spying on me next door? Is that why you don't believe me?

Well, I don’t really believe in myself either!

...

There was no 10 minutes at all, just 7 minutes, and everyone was there.

The foreheads of all the visitors were covered with fine sweat. It is estimated that they ran with their legs for a certain distance. It is conceivable how important something that can make these wealthy predators so nervous is.

Looking at these wealthy members in suits and leather shoes, Ike felt calm.

God teammates, you have to protect me well in the future. If I get hurt, your interests will be damaged. If I die, then I'm sorry, you don't have to play anymore.

Work hard, okay?

Hughes smiled and asked Ike again: "Little Ike, how about it? Help me make the most stringent password verification program!"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man immediately added: "Fingerprint and pupil verification must be added!"

"No, it's not enough! It's better to add DNA verification!"

Hearing this, Ike rolled his eyes depressedly, and then replied aggrievedly: "I can only do passwords, and I won't do other verifications."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

Well, it’s okay to do a password verification, and we do the rest by ourselves, before the computer is turned on. Otherwise, if you mess around, what if you break the anti-nuclear program!

Under the expectant eyes of all the crocodiles, Ike sat in front of the computer again and set up a verification program.

The original password is - watermelon!

"Okay, it's done! I'm going to eat watermelon!"

Ike clapped his little hands, left the computer, and walked out of the room. The beautiful Maria quickly followed him.

No one stopped the two of them, because they had already focused all their attention on that ugly interface.

Yes, that interface is really ugly, and it's two extremes from the previous swirl pattern.

However, everyone loves the ugly interface more than the beautiful swirl. No matter how beautiful something is, if you can't grasp it, it's useless.

But this password is too simple. Anyone with a little knowledge of cryptography can guess it.

The original password must be changed as soon as possible, preferably to 48 characters. Everyone has a decision in mind.

So who should own the modified password?

"I must have one!" Hughes spoke first, with a cold tone, as if he could not refuse.

Hearing this, everyone agreed after a little consideration. After all, Hughes is the most familiar with the little guy, and no one can leave him alone.

"Our Morgan family also wants one!"

"Rockefeller too!"

"So are the Bush family!"

...

Everyone didn't want to give up this opportunity, and the room was instantly lit up with gunpowder smoke for a long, long time...

It was so long that Ike ate half a watermelon again, but everyone still hadn't reached a conclusion.

In the end, Hughes helplessly interrupted the quarrel: "Let's talk about the password later! Shall we try it now?"

try first?

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent. In the underground of the Ministry of Defense, hundreds of kilometers away from here, Obama and the Secretary of Defense were immediately shaken.

Which country is it targeting?

Russia, Britain, France, India, Iraq...or North Korea? The names of each country flashed through everyone's minds.

A moment later, Obama spoke.

"The situation is very tense now, so don't choose a foreign country. Choose a local military base! I think the Malmstrom nuclear missile launch base in Montana is fine."

This suggestion seems good. There are nuclear missiles there to test the effect of anti-nuclear weapons, and it was attacked only a few days ago, and it is still being repaired, so it just happens to be reused again.

The Minister of Defense agreed, and then everyone in the Watermelon Alliance nodded in agreement.

Moments later, Montana, Malmstrom nuclear missile launch site.

The base chief, who was instructing technicians to repair the missile, received an order from the Ministry of Defense: to send a certain network address of their base.

Although the base chief was extremely puzzled, he immediately sent an IP to the Ministry of Defense.

The IP address is: 201.116.073.008.

After getting this address, Hughes stepped forward and sat in front of the Xigua computer.

Touching the black keyboard, Hughes' hands trembled slightly. Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts were raised.

"Hughes, don't shake your hands, don't make a mistake. Once you make a mistake..." President Obama urged nervously.

"Hughes, type slowly, you can't make a single mistake!" The Minister of Defense also urged.

Only a few days after the eleven state incident, the total loss is 3 trillion yuan. The federal government is about to vomit blood. Everyone doesn't want to come back for a second time.

Under everyone's terrified gaze, Hughes entered numbers word by word. Enter a number, and everyone will compare it for him, and then enter the second number...

Finally, after 10 minutes, 12 numbers were entered.

Confirmed correct! Now it's time to enter the attack power!

How big is the Malmstrom nuclear missile launch site? It covers an area of ​​18,000 square kilometers, or 18,000 square kilometers.

Hughes, please enter 18000 in ( )...

at this time!

Xigua Computer suddenly popped up a warning window: Warning! The number you entered has exceeded the minimum limit, please re-enter!

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

18,000 square kilometers has not yet reached the minimum range? Fuck, what is the minimum amount?

100,000? 1000000? 10 million? ! The entire United States is only 9.63 million square kilometers!

Watermelon, are you sure you're not the reincarnation of Diablo?