Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

"Fuck!#*..." The hair that had been scratched into a chicken nest was ravaged again.

The man wearing thick black-rimmed glasses sat at the computer with a dejected look on his face. His stubble had grown in clumps, and even the dark circles under his eyes had turned into thick bags under his eyes.

If this continues, he will inevitably die suddenly.

"Pa!" The remaining coffee in the cup was spilled, and his bloodshot eyes once again gathered their divine light. His fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, and strings of codes were formed and edited together.

He had worked overtime all day and all night for that damn "little red dress"! Even his precious hair had fallen out of countless strands!

Thinking of what his boss said to him before he left, Davis wanted to greet his whole family! The boss, who was as fat as a pig, and the secretary, who was very gorgeous and bulging, went to the hotel to enjoy a good night, and he had to live in this damn depressing environment.

Working overtime!

After twisting his already stiff neck, Davis stood up. He was in a trance caused by working for a long time. He was now a little unsteady on his feet.

Open the curtains, the sun shines brightly, and it is obvious that at noon, the street is not as lively as usual. On the large display screen of the building not far away, a small red dress hangs quietly on it.

Every time Davis sees this scene, he can't help but feel much better. Even the top Internet companies have not cracked the virus.

The images hanging high on the advertising space are always slapping the boss in the face. It is expected that a small company like them cannot crack it.

Davis turned and looked indoors. The light was dim and his eyes could adapt in an instant, which made him very comfortable.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The hacker who created the virus was definitely a top expert. I heard that even the country had no good solution.

Almost all important data storage locations in the company have been compromised by viruses, and huge amounts of money are lost every second.

But when the people at the top saw that the big bosses were like this, their minds were a little empty. If the sky fell, there would be tall people to carry it. Instead of thinking about all this mess, they might as well think about how to ask for rescue funds from the government.

A cigarette burned to the end, and Davis seemed to be in a lot of energy again, but his appearance was by no means flattering.

Even if this guy ended up in a zombie movie, few people would doubt him.

The code on the screen flashed rapidly, and every tap of his fingers and keyboard was Davis's hope.

The detoxification program was written, and although he had tried it more than a dozen times, Davis still couldn't help but feel excited before pressing Enter each time.

"Snapped!"

The index finger pressed directly on the Enter key, and all the instructions were issued in an instant. The program written by Davis ran and began to attack the "Little Red Dress"!

Reading becomes faster and faster until it is finished!

The familiar interface once again reflected in Davis' eyes. His body was already shaking with excitement, but he still maintained his rationality.

One minute...three minutes...

"Successful?" Davis stood there blankly, his body did not jump up as excitedly as he imagined.

Some of them are just unbelievable. Even though so many big names have failed, he, an ordinary programmer, has succeeded?

five minutes......

Davis's pupils still reflected the familiar interface, and his brain didn't react until now, and he began to operate quickly on the computer.

"It's running normally, no data is missing...Am I really unlocked?"

Davis was so excited that he jumped up from his chair. Just when he was about to vent his emotions, the computer screen flashed... The familiar little red dress came back again.

"boom!"

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Davis covered his forehead, blood was left on it, and the wound was not too big or too small, just within the tolerance range.

Taking out the mobile phone in his pocket, his friend's name flashed on the screen.

Answered the phone, "Hello..."

Before Davis could say anything, a man's voice full of "energy" spoke quickly across from him. He spoke so fast that Davis almost didn't understand.

"...In other words, that playboy Stark solved the virus?"

"Yes, that's right! Although Stark Group has not announced it to the public, their official website and advertising space have been fully restored."

"Then......"

"You turn on the TV now and watch..."

On TV, Tony Stark was wearing a customized suit and standing on a high platform to express his opinions.

Davis rested his chin with his hand, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He was not boasting, but in the video, Tony Stark's understanding of the "Little Red Dress" virus was not much different from his, and even the crack was the same.

Routine.

"Sir, sir, can I ask you a question?"

Davis was awakened by the female voice coming from the TV. The camera followed Tony Stark's gaze. It happened that the female reporter was very good-looking.

"I'm a reporter from the New York Times. You said before, 'The virus is alive.' Are you still unable to solve it from its root cause?"

Tony Stark raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, let's answer this lady's question first."

"The reason why the virus is said to be alive is that it changes all the time. Without one or several cloud computing bases, I think you will not be able to research and crack the program."

"And what I want to say is that each cracking method is only suitable for one computer. Of course, if you are fast enough, you can completely solve tens of thousands of them."

"However." Tony Stark said in a frivolous tone, "I don't think the speed of human thinking can keep up with hundreds of supercomputers."

At the same time, the bosses of various organizations were watching. Naturally, they did not believe everything Tony Stark said, but they could only grit their teeth while mobilizing their own energy to start renting a cloud computing base.

The cloud computing base established in the United States... has almost been occupied by the Red Queen. It is undoubtedly a fantasy to rely on this method to achieve the goal.

"Sir, sir!" Just when Tony Stark was about to leave, a female reporter seemed to have received some news and shouted to the other party.

But Tony completely ignored her. He still had to go back to design his own building. You must know that inspiration often comes in a flash. Although he is a genius and inspiration flashes all day long, he still has to seize certain opportunities.

"Sir, a computer infected with a virus can use Bitcoin to pay the ransom to solve this problem. Is this method reliable?"

Tony Stark stopped and took off the sunglasses he was wearing, "Can it be solved using Bitcoin?"

The female reporter was slightly nervous at the serious tone, "Yes...yes, sir, according to the latest news, that's right."

"Oh." Tony Stark frowned, put on his sunglasses and walked out quickly, muttering some other words.

"I wasted so much time picking up girls when I could solve the problem with money?"