SFS Chapter 219 1 must be him
Chapter 219 1 must be him
Chapter 219 It must be him
White House, small conference room, the president is discussing the aftermath of 'Ghost Recon' with his staff.
A figure rushed into the meeting room and anxiously reported to the president: "Mr. President, something happened. The ransomware virus broke out in a large area. The computers of many institutions were infected, and the documents and data were encrypted, including the server of the White House."
"Lisa, what's the use of asking me for this kind of thing? Go to a computer expert to solve it. Didn't you see that I'm busy?" The meeting was interrupted, and the president, who was in a bad mood, turned black and angrily scolded Lisa, the female secretary.
"Mr. President, computer experts can't solve this problem." Lisa, the female secretary, looked at the President sadly and said timidly.
"So far, this virus infection has caused the servers of more than 1 institutions to be paralyzed, and a large number of important data files have been encrypted, including the most important investigation bureau, intelligence bureau, security bureau, defense department, state department,... Mr. President, The current situation is very critical." Lisa, the female secretary, reported anxiously.
Hearing this, the president looked at the female secretary Lisa in a daze: "What! You're not kidding."
"Mr. President, I hope it's just a joke, but this is really the case." The female secretary Lisa said with a sad face.
"Professor Hall can't solve it? Let the Microsoft CTO solve it." The president's face changed and he said.
"I have already invited them all, and they haven't found a solution yet. The situation is very serious." Lisa, the female secretary, said anxiously.
"Hurry up, take me there." The president shuddered and stood up.
Soon, the female secretary Lisa hurried to a computer room with the president.
As soon as I walked into the computer room, the sound of "pop, pop" knocking on the keyboard came in one piece. The decoration of the computing room was streamlined. There were several rows of computer desks in the hall of nearly 40 square meters, more than [-] computers, one Three [-]-year-old engineers, top virus experts, and wrinkled old professors sat in front of a computer. They stared at the screen, their brows were furrowed, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.
"Who can tell what happened?" the president asked aloud after stepping into the room.
'Ghost Reconnaissance' failed, didn't solve the problem, let's say it caused shit, what kind of bad effects will be in the future is uncertain, the president is already in a state of distress, and now this kind of thing happened again, today is really terrible.
"Mr. President, this is a new type of virus, and we still can't find a way to crack it." An old professor stopped working and replied helplessly.
"When will it be resolved, when will this problem be resolved!" the president asked with a sullen face, looking at the crowd.
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, no one answered, and the scene was silent for a while.
"What's going on? Why is no one gnawing? Roberts, tell me, what's going on!" The president looked at the silent crowd, feeling a bad premonition, and directly asked Roberts of the technical department by name.
"Mr. President, we have tried various methods but are unable to decipher the core system of this virus. This is not an ordinary virus. It uses an algorithm and data structure that we do not know, and locks all encrypted files." Roberts stood Standing up, he introduced with an ugly expression.
"Yes, Mr. President, the data structure of this virus is very strict, as if it has intelligence, and any procedural deciphering means cannot be embedded at all."
"Yeah! This virus is too unfamiliar, and we can't find its loopholes at all."
"What's even weirder is its mode of transmission. Many of our official agencies have been recruited, but it has stopped spreading now, otherwise computers all over the world will suffer."
"..."
As soon as Roberts finished speaking, engineers, virus experts, and computer professors all added to his words, constantly explaining its characteristics, and the scene became chaotic all of a sudden.
"Then, then, you can't solve it, right? Even if I give you three days?" The president's face was as dark as the bottom of the pot, and he looked at everyone and asked angrily.
Hearing this, the heated discussion stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the president with shame on their faces.
"Why don't you speak again? Didn't you just say something fierce?" The president glanced at everyone's faces and said in a hateful voice.
"Mr. President, this is a brand-new source-code virus. The source program is written in a new language, inserted into it before compiling the source program and compiled together with the source program. The work to decipher is very difficult, probably three The moon may not be able to crack successfully." Roberts said in great frustration.
"Then what to do, what will happen if this virus crisis cannot be resolved?" the president was at a loss, looking at the crowd and asked.
"If we can't survive this virus crisis, our losses will be very heavy. About one billion documents will be lost, and the important documents related to military, public security, medical care, finance, diplomacy, etc. will be more than one million. , The direct financial loss is probably more than [-] billion dollars, and the longer the time lasts, the more serious the loss will be, and if it cannot be resolved after three months, it is expected to cause a loss of more than one trillion dollars." An old professor stood up and said with a heavy expression .
Hearing this, the president was stunned.
"Is there a way to find the maker of this virus? He must be caught as soon as possible, at any cost." If this crisis cannot be resolved, the losses will be too heavy. The president panicked and turned to everyone for help.
The scene fell into silence again, death-like silence. Everyone either lowered their hair in a daze, or stared blankly at the screen, and did not respond to the president's request for help. They had never seen the data structure of this virus before. How could they know? its maker.
"Mr. President, maybe I know who made it!" At this time, a voice suddenly sounded behind the president.
Everyone couldn't help raising their heads and looking at him, they couldn't help being stunned, how could it be General John, and he didn't understand computers, so how could he know the creator of this virus.
"General, who made the virus... Could it be him!" Looking at General John's stern face, the president suddenly remembered something, and his face turned very ugly in vain.
"Yes! He has extraordinary abilities in the field of artificial intelligence, and not long after he was attacked, this virus should be his revenge." General John said regretfully.
'Ghost Reconnaissance' was his single-handedly promoted action. Now that the action has gone wrong, the other side's revenge came so sharply and without solution, General John regretted it unceasingly.
"That's right, it must be him!" The president's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said firmly.
(End of this chapter)