Chapter 482 Cyber ​​Bomb!

Above the vast Gobi Desert.

The sandstorm remained violent.

The drone reconnaissance formation of Country A, like vultures patrolling their territory, was circling at a low altitude, flapping its cold, metallic wings.

"Unit One, enter the designated flight path, descend to an altitude of fifty meters."

The operator's calm voice came through the headset.

As the order was transmitted.

The leading gray aircraft suddenly dipped its nose and lowered its flight altitude.

It had entered the route for low-altitude oblique reconnaissance.

In this position, its powerful optical lens could peel away the camouflage of the fighter jet patterns on the ground from a near-horizontal angle.

However.

Just as the reconnaissance drone had corrected its posture and was ready to go all out.

The area ahead, which had been empty, suddenly changed.

A sky full of colorful balloons rose up, flapping in the strong airflow.

These balloons swayed and tumbled in the wind.

Right below the nose of the aircraft.

The high-precision scanning system, which cost over a million US dollars, did not stop working because of this sudden turn of events.

Quite the opposite.

After detecting the patterns, the automatic recognition program inside the system instantly sprang into action.

After all, in the logic of these precision machines, any special geometric shape appearing before the lens needed to be analyzed immediately.

The system not only locked onto the fake fighter jets on the ground.

But it also captured those floating balloons into the center of the lens.

The optical sensor completed focusing in milliseconds.

The lens zoomed in.

The black and white square patterns on the surface of the balloons were clearly rendered on the drone's internal processing chip.

'High-contrast matrix code detected.'

'Automatic parsing in progress...'

'Parsing successful.'

As the pinnacle of Country A's cutting-edge technology, this drone had been pre-installed with fully automated network interaction protocols at the factory to improve battlefield coordination efficiency.

It would automatically recognize the QR code on them.

Immediately after.

There was no need for any intervention from the operator in the rear.

The built-in military browser sent a request command in the background.

Following that link.

The system interface instantly jumped to the download page for Little Chicken Wallpaper.

...

At this moment.

The drone was connected to military broadband.

Signals transmitted via satellite relay were not only stable but also extremely fast in terms of network transmission speed.

If ordinary civilian network speed were a slowly flowing stream, this military bandwidth was simply a waterfall releasing floodwaters.

In just one second.

The "Little Chicken Wallpaper Android and Embedded System Adapter Version," which was not very large in size, completed its transoceanic transmission from the server to the drone's motherboard.

Ding!

'Program download complete, automatic silent installation in progress...'

As this system log flashed by.

And this was merely the prelude to disaster.

The reason Little Chicken Wallpaper could make Eastern Country Netizens turn pale at the mention of it was not because of how good it was at changing wallpapers.

But because of its "full-family bucket" bundling mechanism, which could be called the ceiling of bloatware.

After just being downloaded.

This wallpaper software was like finding a water source in a parched desert.

The background immediately entered a frantic download mode.

It began to frantically download other software.

That is, all the other products from their company!

Things like 370 Security Software.

Things like Little Chicken Input Method.

And even several "Cleaning Masters" that claimed to optimize system performance.

These rogue behaviors, originally intended to grab market share in application stores, now erupted with destructive power in the environment of a military processor.

The bundling mechanism of the bloatware was completely triggered.

'Insufficient system resources!'

'Main process failed to respond, attempting to restart the display module...'

'Warning! Attitude control system has hung.'

Various red error codes were frantically scrolling across the background.

At this moment.

Under the onslaught of the ubiquitous bloatware, this drone was like a giant beast stuck in a quagmire.

The entire machine was completely controlled.

Or rather, it was "frozen" by those junk programs.

Because the engine control module could not receive flight path correction commands in time.

The temperature in the engine's combustion chamber began to fluctuate abnormally.

It emitted bursts of sharp and piercing stall noises.

"Woo—woah!"

After a violent and unnatural shake in mid-air.

This originally elegant reconnaissance drone, under the watchful eyes of everyone, was like a piece of scrap metal that had lost all power.

It plunged directly towards the sand dunes below.

Then.

It fell straight down from the sky.

Immediately after.

"Boom!"

A cloud of smoke mixed with metal debris and fire rose from the Gobi Desert.

But it wasn't over yet.

This was just like the first domino to fall.

The drones following behind.

In order to avoid the wreckage of their comrades in front, they subconsciously tried to avoid obstacles using lateral radar.

As a result.

Their lenses, in the process of turning.

Once again precisely captured those colorful balloons flying all over the sky with QR codes printed on them.

Scan code.

Jump.

Download.

...

Meanwhile.

In the front-line command post of the Joint Task Force.

The atmosphere here had originally been full of anticipation and relatively relaxed.

The colonel of the Joint Task Force was holding a steaming cup of black coffee, with a faint trace of complacency hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He had originally thought he had found a solution.

As long as the drones got close for observation, those deceptive things drawn on the ground would have nowhere to hide.

His meritorious service and promotion would happen today!

However.

Just as he was about to take another sip of coffee.

He had not expected.

The clear high-definition footage being transmitted back on their big screen.

The screen suddenly began to shake wildly.

Immediately after, in those dozens of monitoring windows.

He saw one drone feed after another turn pitch black.

Or turn into a spinning colorful circle with a Little Chicken logo.

On the display screen.

The signal indicator lights representing each camera position turned from green to red.

Then went completely dark.

This large-scale and unannounced signal loss.

Made everyone present open their mouths in unison.

Those drones just fell and crashed like that.

The efficiency was so high, the speed so fast.

It simply made these well-trained professional soldiers feel their scalps tingle.

Looking at the red alarms flashing all over the screen, and the cold static that subsequently spread over a large area.

The colonel's right hand holding the coffee cup.

Began to shake violently.

The ceramic cup wall collided with the saucer, making a "da-da-da" sound.

A drop of hot brown liquid splashed onto the collar of his neat military uniform.

But he was completely unaware.

Because.

He simply could not understand how the scene before him had happened.

He stood there, stiff as a board.

His eyes were practically popping out of his sockets.

Wait, what is going on?