Chapter 486 Fulfilling the Mission? A Cyber ​​Critical Blow with a Center-Parted Hairstyle and Overalls

On the other side of the ocean.

Inside The Pentagon.

In a spacious office for high-ranking generals.

A large tactical display screen hanging on the wall was emitting a faint, eerie glow.

The big boss behind the colonel of the Joint Task Force, who held a high position, was sitting upright in a leather chair.

He had his fingers crossed in front of his abdomen.

His gaze remained fixed on the live feed on the screen; in fact, he had been watching the entire process.

Watching the network of the frontline base far away in the Middle East finally recover, bit by bit, from that paralyzed state filled with vulgar web game pop-ups to a clean radar detection grid interface.

The originally tense shoulders of this powerful bigwig relaxed slightly.

When he saw the top Technical Expert who had been dispatched to the other end of the video call stop his operation.

And take his hands off the keyboard.

This high-ranking bigwig cleared his throat and adjusted his sitting posture.

Then, in a voice carrying the authority of a superior, he asked, "Is it done?"

Hearing the high-ranking leader's question.

On the video call.

The Technical Expert with curly hair leaned heavily back against his chair.

He tilted his head back.

He let out a long sigh, and completely exhaled the tension that had been pent up in his chest.

Afterward.

He raised his hands, deftly took off the heavy communication headset he was wearing, and tossed it onto the desk beside him.

A smile full of confidence and pride appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Speaking to the bigwig on this side of the screen, he said in a relaxed tone, "Mission accomplished."

As soon as these four words were spoken.

In the high-level office on this side.

At this moment, the high-ranking official also let out a long sigh of relief.

He felt that the heavy stone pressing on his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

You must know.

When he originally sent that colonel to the Middle East to serve as the highest person in charge of the Joint Task Force, he had been under immense pressure from his political rivals in Congress.

After all, it was he who had strongly pushed for that colonel to go to the Middle East.

If the command system of the frontline base had really been completely paralyzed by rogue software from an unknown cybersecurity company.

Resulting in some irreversible consequences like missed military opportunities.

Not only would that colonel have to face a court-martial, but his own political career would also suffer a fatal blow.

Fortunately.

The Technical Expert of The Pentagon did not disappoint.

The crisis was resolved.

He straightened his back.

He picked up the coffee cup on his desk to take a sip.

He was just about to open his mouth to give a few instructions, wanting to have the other party tell the colonel that he must come up with a plan to clean up the false targets in the shortest possible time.

He had to win back the lost face.

However.

Just as his lips parted and he was about to speak.

The scene transmitted from the video feed forced his words right back down his throat.

At this moment.

Through the real-time transmission of the high-definition camera.

He clearly saw the Technical Expert, whose face had just relaxed.

The face that had been smug just a moment ago instantly stiffened.

That confident smile of a victor completely froze on his face.

His eyes widened bit by bit.

His pupils were trembling violently.

He became completely dazed.

Sitting there on his chair like a wooden statue, staring blankly and straight at his own military-grade computer screen.

After seeing this scene.

The high-ranking official at The Pentagon was stunned.

His brows furrowed deeply once again.

"What is going on?"

"Could there be a residue?" This thought surfaced in his mind.

Filled with doubt and unease.

This bigwig put down his coffee cup and stood up from behind the large office desk.

He began to walk.

Since the technology department of The Pentagon was on the same floor as his office.

He pushed the door open and walked over quickly to take a look.

When he walked to the workstation of the technology department.

Standing behind that Technical Expert, looking at the high-resolution monitor following his gaze.

This high-ranking official, who had seen all kinds of storms, was stunned on the spot.

His breath stopped abruptly.

He saw that on the Technical Expert's computer screen.

The screensaver had shockingly turned into an extremely eye-catching Little Chicken Wallpaper!

The bright color combination.

The pattern full of low-quality commercial vibes.

Occupied the entire screen without any concealment.

Then, the high-ranking official asked in a trembling voice, unable to control his tone: "What... what is going on here?"

Unfortunately.

The Technical Expert was also confused at this moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't even utter half a syllable.

And that wasn't all!

This was just an appetizer for a cyber disaster.

During those few short minutes of the remote anti-virus connection.

Those data packets carrying infection protocols had already followed the network cable and infiltrated back here.

It started spreading from the technology department of The Pentagon.

Rows of computer screens nearby that were running complex computational models suddenly flickered in unison.

Immediately after.

On all the computers in The Pentagon, whether they were intelligence analysis terminals or material allocation servers.

A flashing Little Chicken Wallpaper icon appeared.

Then.

That "all-in-one bundle" mechanism was triggered.

Under the control permissions of the system's underlying layer.

The background started frantically downloading various software.

Those dazzling web game ads, rogue managers that claimed to clean up junk, and even some unsightly adult website pop-ups.

Exploded on the screens like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The speakers blared intense heavy metal rock music and the strange screams of game characters.

Faced with this sudden change.

All the staff in the technology department hall jumped up in shock.

Some even knocked their water cups over onto their desks.

However.

Because The Pentagon's technical strength was indeed very impressive.

Gathering the world's top hacker defense teams and underlying code engineers.

After a brief panic.

The hall immediately erupted with the sound of keyboard clacking like a downpour.

"Activate the emergency backup firewall and forcibly intercept the download process!"

A supervisor shouted to issue orders.

Lines of code with the highest permissions for forced termination were frantically entered.

The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war in the invisible cyberspace.

Therefore.

Relying on their overwhelming computational power advantage and human technical reserves.

Soon.

They stopped all those bandwidth-consuming download tasks.

And through deep file cleaning, they cleanly uninstalled those low-quality software that had just been downloaded, along with the residual files in the registry.

As the last web game pop-up was completely shattered.

The red alarm lights in the hall finally went out.

Peace was restored.

But after they finished all this.

Almost all the technicians felt like they had gone through a high-intensity physical training session.

Their foreheads were covered with fine beads of sweat.

A sigh of relief echoed through the hall.

The exhaustion after this high-pressure confrontation swept over them.

Everyone decided to take a break to let their tense nerves relax a little.

Some pushed back their chairs and stood up.

Holding mugs printed with the Navy logo, some went to get a cup of coffee.

Others stretched their bodies and walked to the restroom in groups, some to use the toilet.

While walking, they were still whispering curses at the Eastern Country company that developed such wicked software.

The corridor echoed with relaxed conversations.

Two or three minutes later.

These technicians, shaking the undried water droplets from their hands or holding steaming black coffee.

Walked back to the office area in twos and threes.

When they returned.

According to the system's power-saving settings, those computers without operation had already automatically entered standby sleep mode.

Everyone walked to their workstations, chatting and laughing.

When their eyes fell casually on the computers.

The atmosphere in the entire technology department hall.

In this instant.

Became completely silent.

The freshly brewed coffee even spilled a few drops onto the keyboards because of their trembling wrists.

Those technical elites opened their mouths wide, their eyes bulging like copper bells.

They were completely dumbfounded.

Staring blankly at the screen in front of them.

Their mouths twitched violently.

A sense of absurdity at being deeply mocked rushed straight to their heads.

Because.

They saw that on the screens of those devices that had just undergone thorough anti-virus cleaning and were claimed to have absolutely no blind spots.

The default dark military standby screens were all gone.

Their screensavers had actually turned into Little Chicken Wallpaper once again!

Specifically.

It was a cool teenager with center-parted hair and extremely smooth hair.

Wearing a pair of very vintage-looking overalls.

He was striking a "shoulder check" pose, his shoulders shaking rhythmically, displaying a dynamic wallpaper of playing basketball in the center of the screen!