Chapter 37: Top Secret Project
Although Jay had a psychological expectation of the terrible extent of the mysterious enemy he might face, when he saw the missile flying aggressively towards the window of the Planet Daily Building with a dazzling trajectory, he still It is once again refreshing the assessment of the enemy's power.
In such broad daylight, throw a missile remotely and casually into the window of whose house? Could this be a bit crazier?
Well, maybe as a newbie, he still owes a little thought. Bringing an unknown USB drive to the Planet Daily may be just a bad idea second only to taking home. If Helena knows it, it will definitely be a bad idea. Exhortation. But that's the content to reflect on later, and now he has much more pressing issues to deal with.
When he recovered from the shock, he had less than a second to react before the missile flew into the window. The long burning trajectory smashed the window glass and rushed into the room, with unparalleled kinetic energy. Jay's pupils suddenly closed, and he got up quickly, and when the metal bullet flew in, he raised his palm to catch it with one hand.
The supersonic missile was forcibly stopped in an instant, and the tail engine spewed flames frantically, a spiral of red hot air jets violently backwards, and a hot hurricane swept across the room. All the unpressed papers and documents on the desks were drawn upside down, like clothes thrown into the washing machine, caught in a violent airflow, and the snow-white paper suddenly flew all over the sky, like a heavy snowfall.
The missile that is set in mid-air is like a bull shackled, stubbornly and forcefully trying to break free. Jay's five fingers sunk deeply into the shell of the missile head, pinching the warhead seriously.
After a stalemate of about ten seconds, the thruster of this thermal weapon seemed to have finally given up its last trace of energy. Jay felt the thrust from the palm of his hand weaken a little bit, the tail flame of the thruster gradually extinguished, and the missile released its last strength, lying softly in his hand like a deflated leather ball.
Jay just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but then realized that the matter hadn't ended like this. He could feel that this thermal weapon in his hand was still about to move under the white-gray shell, releasing radiation invisible to ordinary people, just like a dam in desperate need of flood discharge.
Without leaving him too much time to think, Jay flew out of the shattered window as an afterimage, rushed to the sky at the fastest speed he could reach, and then used his full strength to throw the toy in his hand. Got out. The missile with its metal shell twisted and deformed like a stick and flew high into the air. It only took a moment to sink into the sky. The dazzling fire light was released at a height of about a few hundred meters, and the thunderous and turbid explosions delayed for a while before reaching Jay's ears.
It seems that the power is quite impressive.
He floated in the air, wiped his non-sweating forehead with his sleeve, and took two deep breaths. It's not because the missile itself can cause harm to him. The reason why he is nervous is because he has never encountered such ridiculous things. There was a blank in his brain for a while, and it was difficult to put the fiercely thumping heart back in place.
How can this make people calm down? Someone just threw a missile into his window, powerful enough to blow up a floor!
It took Jay about ten seconds to cool down his scorching brain, which he thought was quite efficient for people who had this experience for the first time. He flew back to the office, and unplugged the USB flash drive from the chassis of the old desktop computer. The red indicator light on the USB flash drive finally stopped flashing. It is possible that there is a positioning system hidden in it. The culprit of the remote strike.
But I have to say that this makes the contents of the USB flash drive and the whole incident look even more mysterious. The missile that came out of the window suddenly aroused Jay's curiosity, so he couldn't help but start to imagine what this "s.d.e.project" is and who deserves such a fight.
Then, the remaining questions fell on this General Simon Gilson.
I hope he can provide some answers.
As for how to find this General Simon Gilson? Well, of course you have to rely on professionals.
"Gilson? Is this the name?" Helena sat in front of a computer in a certain base and answered Jay's call. At the same time, she started to retrieve the name in her computer, "Let me see... ...Found it, veteran officer. He is fifty-seven years old. I am sending information about him to your phone now."
"Thank you," Jay said. "It was a great help."
"But what do you need to find this person for?" Helena asked, "Is there anything worth noting about him?"
"Um... a little bit, I'm still looking for some clues, and I will contact you when I get any results."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. His voice sounded urgent. Helena guessed that he must have found something extraordinary. She put away the phone, her eyes returned to the screen in front of her, and she called up the interface she was browsing before Jay interrupted.
s.d.e.project.
When Helena used the internal network here to start the investigation with Carey International Creative Company as a starting point, a large basket of electronic locks that required high-level permissions to access popped up on her interface. After she spent several hours bypassing this mess of security protocols, the above items popped up on the screen.
Intuition told her that she had found the right place. Helena double-clicked to try to open the project, but another warning bar marked in red popped up in front of her. A password box was given in the center to prompt her to enter the password, with a prompt below: "Warning! Top secret! Any access action requires first level authorization!"
In theory, when this reminder appeared, she should have reined in, otherwise it may cause very serious consequences, and this seriousness does not only refer to the general sanctions in the organization. But the more so, it evoked her urge to climb the wall to explore the restricted area. She confirmed from left and right that no one was paying attention, and sneaked out a portable hacker device from the universal belt.
Most of her equipment comes from government agencies, but this one is not. This is a device personally programmed and designed by a world-class hacker and girlfriend she knows. It can overcome most of the world's firewalls in one minute, which is almost equal to the master key of the information world.
She connected this device to the organization's computer host, and the words "in cracking" quickly appeared on the display. The green progress bar moved extremely slowly, and from time to time it would stay motionless for ten seconds, which seemed very difficult for opponents to deal with.
The green progress bar took nearly two minutes to finally climb to the position near the end, and it was about to succeed. Helena held her breath, waiting for the words "crack complete" to jump to the screen at any time, and she couldn't help but feel excited and anticipating. However, that didn't happen. At the moment when the progress was almost less than one millimeter away from completion, the entire green progress bar suddenly disappeared from her screen.
Helena was stunned, this was a situation she had never encountered before.
The computer monitor seemed to flicker, and a new warning prompt popped up on the red warning bar, which read: "Warning! Unauthorized sensitive operation detected! Information has been uploaded automatically, please stand by!"
Helena froze for a few seconds, and then cursed in a low voice: "Damn!"
She shut down as quickly as possible, got up quickly and walked out the door without thinking about it. She walked quickly through the corridors where people came and went in the base, and went straight to the exit, but unexpectedly bumped into her boss at the corner of the last corridor.
Victor Sage, a well-dressed, sturdy middle-aged man, his waxed red hair gleamed under the fluorescent lamp, and his hairline was exaggerated. The corners of his mouth curled up just right, with a gracious and gracious smile.
He is the highest-level person in charge here.
When Helena caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eyes, she screamed inwardly. She lowered her head and pretended not to see her, trying to ignore him and walk straight over. But this idea was completely dispelled after Victor actively called out "Huntress".
Helena stopped, and when she turned her head, she put on a cold and frozen look: "Yes, sir."
"You seem to be in a hurry." Victor walked forward with a smile and patted her on the shoulder. "Can you tell me where to go in a hurry?"
Victor was half a head taller than her, and she had to raise her head slightly to look up at the other person at such a close distance: "I just turned to some clues in the old case, to confirm."
Helena admitted that her performance did not reveal the slightest flaw, not even the slightest fluctuation in her heartbeat. Victor seemed to accept her statement and slightly nodded in praise: "You have been working hard, I admire you very much, Huntress, you are one of my best agents..."
As he said, he walked half a circle around her intentionally or unintentionally, and stopped right behind her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned close to her ears, and whispered in a low voice that only she could hear: "...but maybe you have something amazing, even End."
Helena felt her heartbeat miss a beat, and there was a wave of only a moment.
"You are sure," Victor continued to whisper in that mosquito-like voice, "Nothing is hiding from me, right?"
"Yes, sir." Helena said smoothly.
"Very good." Victor nodded slightly, moved the distance again, and his voice returned to normal. "Good girl."
"Then, sir, if there are no other instructions..."
"Oh, of course." Victor nodded. "Go ahead. Sorry for the delay."
"It's ok."
Helena walked away without changing her face, but she gritted her teeth the moment she turned her back to Victor. She made herself seem to walk the remaining distance of the corridor as calmly as possible, and then began to run wild as soon as she entered the stairwell.
She has seven floors to go down, but she did not choose the elevator, because the small electric box can be controlled remotely and it is easier to make dumplings. The facts proved that her caution was right. The moment she had just stepped down a floor, two gun-armed agents rushed into the stairwell side by side, and shot her without any explanation.
Helena leapt up with one hand on the handrail of the stairs, and while avoiding the bullet, her body fell between the two agents like a professional gymnast. The two reacted quickly, but that still couldn't change the outcome of being subdued by Helena within three strokes. One of them was kicked and broken by Helena, and the other was thrown off the escalator by her one by one.
"Sorry," Helena gasped and said to the two of them, "but this is not a personal grudge."