95: Chapter 95 The Ghost Deliveryman! A Digital Massacre in a Flash!

4:00 AM.

In Su Che's temporary lounge, the smoke detector had been taped over by him.

On the laptop screen in front of him, countless lines of code flowed like a waterfall, eventually converging into an extremely complex three-dimensional model.

At the core of the model was a bizarre symbol that constantly rotated, split, and reassembled, resembling a burning torch.

Lieutenant General Peng and Deputy Director Qin stood behind him, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Is this the 'gift' you mentioned?" Deputy Director Qin watched the symbol, feeling as if his spirit was about to be sucked into it.

"Yes." Su Che pressed the final enter key.

"I've named it 'Fuxi'."

He picked up a brand-new encrypted military USB drive from the side and copied the data, which was less than 1KB, onto it.

"What's encapsulated inside is an error-correction logic derived from the 'Pangu Quantum Computer' kernel. Once read by any unauthorized Quantum Computer, it won't attack; it will only 'correct errors'."

Su Che pulled out the USB drive and twirled it between his fingertips.

"It will 'correct' the underlying logic of their entire intelligence system into a pile of garbled code."

"In layman's terms, it formats their operating system into a mosaic."

Lieutenant General Peng understood. He looked at the small USB drive as if he were looking at a nuclear bomb.

"How do we get this thing into the hands of 'The Ghost'?"

Su Che tossed the USB drive onto the table, stretched, and lay back down on his cot.

"General, Uncle Qin, leave professional matters to the professionals."

"We just need to set the stage, and the actors will take the stage themselves."

He pulled up his quilt and covered his head.

"Wake me up when it's dawn; I'm going to catch up on some sleep."

10:00 AM.

Kaitian Base, Logistics Support Department.

An urgent notice was sent to the communicators of fifty logistics personnel.

[Urgent Notice: Due to a failure in the joint test, an unknown fault has occurred in the base's power supply system. The circuit in Su Che's lounge (A-07) has burned out and requires emergency repair. Maintenance Team 3, please proceed immediately.]

Director Zhang, who was in charge of logistics support, personally led two electricians, pushing a tool cart, and hurried toward A-07.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the base, in the monitoring center on the third underground level, Su Che, with a lollipop in his mouth, was staring at the maintenance worker pushing the tool cart on the screen alongside Lieutenant General Peng and Deputy Director Qin.

"Is it him?" Lieutenant General Peng asked.

"No." Su Che shook his head. "He's a smoke bomb."

Deputy Director Qin was somewhat puzzled. "Then the real 'Ghost'..."

Su Che pointed to another screen.

In the footage, an auntie responsible for cleaning was slowly pushing a cleaning cart toward the corridor where the A-07 lounge was located.

She looked to be around fifty, slightly plump, with an honest face—the type of person who would never be given a second glance in a crowd.

"Wang Xiulian, fifty-three years old, an orphan, has been a cleaner at the base her whole life. Her record is cleaner than water." Deputy Director Qin pulled up her file, his brows locked in a frown.

"The cleanest places are the easiest to hide filth." Su Che spat the lollipop stick into the trash can.

"The game has begun."

9:58 PM.

Outside the A-07 lounge.

The electricians from Maintenance Team 3 were still "frantically" troubleshooting the lines.

In the corridor, the cleaner Wang Xiulian was pushing her cart, leisurely mopping the floor, inching closer to the lounge.

Her movements were standard and skillful, no different from any other day in the past thirty years.

In the monitoring center, the atmosphere was oppressively tense.

Lieutenant General Peng's hand remained on the red button of the communicator.

As long as he pressed it, the Dragon Shadow team members lying in ambush at both ends of the corridor would subdue the target within three seconds.

9:59 PM.

Wang Xiulian's cleaning cart stopped right at the door of the A-07 lounge.

She bent over, as if to pick up a cigarette butt from the floor.

Her body blocked the view, taking her out of the field of vision of the main corridor camera and creating a brief visual blind spot.

In that very instant, her entire demeanor changed.

Her previously hunched back straightened, and her honest gaze turned sinister and treacherous.

She pulled a matchbox-sized device from her pocket and pressed it gently against the lounge's electronic door lock.

"Beep."

The lock opened silently.

The entire process took no more than 0.5 seconds.

She pushed the door open a crack and slipped inside silently like a civet cat.

Almost simultaneously, in the monitoring center, Deputy Director Qin's hand was already on the alarm.

"Don't move." Su Che's voice was very soft.

"Let her take it."

Inside the A-07 lounge, it was pitch black.

Wang Xiulian put on infrared night-vision goggles, and the entire layout of the room became visible.

Her gaze locked directly onto the silver USB drive on the desk.

It was too smooth.

Smooth to the point of being abnormal.

But she had no time to hesitate; the organization's orders were of the highest priority.

She stepped forward quickly, picked up the USB drive, and turned to leave.

But the moment she turned around, all the lights in the room suddenly turned on.

From the broadcast, Su Che's voice, tinged with a hint of laziness, rang out.

"Auntie Wang, it's this late, and you're still working overtime?"

Wang Xiulian froze in place.

She looked at the empty room, knowing she had been exposed.

Without any hesitation, she opened her mouth wide, preparing to bite down on the poison capsule hidden in her molar.

"Don't waste your effort." Su Che's voice sounded again.

"Before you entered, I lowered the oxygen concentration in the room by five percent. In your current state, you don't even have the strength to bite down."

Wang Xiulian tried, and sure enough, her jaw muscles felt like they were filled with lead; she couldn't exert any force at all.

A flash of despair crossed her eyes.

"Want to know how we discovered you?"

Su Che's voice carried a hint of mockery.

"When you were cleaning, your stride length for every step was precisely seventy-five centimeters. When mopping, the angle of every bend was a standard forty-five degrees."

"Auntie Wang, you weren't cleaning; you were performing tactical evasion maneuvers."

"Don't you think it's strange for an auntie who has been cleaning at the base for thirty years to have such good military training?"

Wang Xiulian's body slowly slumped to the floor.

She had lost, lost in a way she couldn't comprehend.

"Oh, right." In the broadcast, Su Che's voice continued.

"Thank you for delivering a package for me."

"I hope Mr. Adam will like this big gift."

Across the ocean, at the intelligence center of the Pan-Pacific Technology Alliance.

Adam held a cup of coffee, standing in front of a massive data wall with a confident smile on his face.

"'The Ghost' has obtained the item and is currently uploading it." A technical supervisor reported.

On the screen, a data transfer progress bar was advancing rapidly.

50%... 80%... 99%...

The smile on Adam's face deepened.

The core secrets of the Kaitian project were about to be in his hands.

100%.

Transfer complete.

However, the expected data model did not appear.

On the entire data wall, all the screens turned into a burning torch symbol at the same moment.

"Zhurong."

A cold, mechanical voice echoed from the server.

The next second, all the screens on the data wall were instantly filled with countless twisted mosaics.

"Alarm! Alarm! Core database is being overwritten by unknown logic!"

"Firewall breached!"

"All our servers globally are being formatted!"

Piercing alarms rang out throughout the intelligence center.

The coffee cup in Adam's hand dropped to the floor with a "clatter."

He stared fixedly at the wildly jumping garbled code on the screen, the color draining from his face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just then, all the mosaics on the main screen suddenly converged into a line of Chinese characters.

The handwriting was ostentatious, carrying a hint of mockery.

[Heard you wanted to carry out a digital massacre?]