Vol 4 Chapter 32: Save Private Tony

"If there is a cause, there must be an effect."

Perhaps for the top reincarnations, this sentence can be heard as a joke. But for Kuang San... she did almost hit her own foot with a rock.

It was night, the temperature dropped in the desert, and even the fire element was not filling up, and a psychic force came out again, looking for Tony.

Such days seem to have melted into the life of Kuangsan, and only by squandering her mental energy can she have a good night's sleep.

The desert terrain is changeable, as usual, I want to sleep after nothing is harvested.

One sheep...Two sheep...Pleasant sheep...

"Woo~" Kuang San let out a sad cry. For some reason, in her state of mind, she couldn't stay here for half a month?

"Red Queen, are you there?"

"Yes, Master."

"When will the military find that fellow Stark?"

"It depends on the group of capitalists."

Kuangsan's eyes narrowed slightly, "How do you say?"

The Red Queen said naturally: "Although the directors of Stark Industries are working hard, more people don't seem to want to see Stark come back."

"Even General Brooks' request to mobilize military satellites was rejected."

Kuangsan was lying on the bed, "They are really courageous."

"Hee hee, American society is like this. Capital is supreme, only having interests, and some lunatics dig into it."

The good-looking willow raised his eyebrows, "You haven't lost the stock of Stark Industries recently? According to the original process, how is Stark's iron man made?"

"The design drawings are already in his mind. With the aid of cutting-edge instruments,'Mark' will appear earlier. As for stocks...hehehe, who makes Umbrella need money?"

Kuangsan rolled his eyes, "I don't want to stay here anymore, do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course, as you wish."

The Red Queen's voice suddenly became mechanical, "Starting to compete for the military satellite code-named'Moon Eye', the estimated time is... five seconds."

Far across the ocean, somewhere in the central control center of the Pentagon, many characters of unknown meaning suddenly flashed on the screen.

The technicians began to operate in a hurry. As time passed, everyone's face became paler and colder sweat continued to drip.

No matter what the codes on the computer flutter, they have nothing to do.

Matisse quickly came to the room with dark circles under his eyes, and the constantly tumbling codes on the central screen caused him a headache.

"What are you doing? Encountered a hacker attack, don't know how to fight back?"

Matisse's angry roar rang out, but no one dared to refute it, because he is the current Secretary of Defense with amazing power.

Sitting in front of the computer, their minds were blank. They didn't even know how the other party attacked, so they could only mechanically type on the keyboard and experiment with solutions.

And Matisse's voice continued to ring, "Check me and find out his address! I want to see who has the courage!"

The staff kept tapping their fingers on the keyboard, but the staff felt miserable. They did not dare to say how awesome their abilities were, but with the help of cutting-edge technology, even the world's famous hacker organizations did not dare to head-on with them.

Suddenly, the white light shone on everyone's faces, and the staff who was typing on the keyboard smiled with joy. In any case, they temporarily took back control.

Mattis said with a sullen face, "How's it? Did you find their address?"

"The report chief, is inquiring, has been locked to Intercontinental."

"Where?" Mattis's voice was filled with murderousness, and his blood sugar was slightly low. After being awakened in the middle of the night, he felt that mood.

"In...in Antarctica..."

"Hat?"

"No, right...in...in the North Pole!"

"No, it's at the equator!"

Matisse has a sullen face and hands in front of him. Even if he is not proficient in computers, he knows that the other party is playing with them.

"You group of rice buckets! What is the state raising you for?! Check it out for me! Find out their address! Labor and management have to blow up their base with missiles!"

Although this sentence is full of anger, people who are familiar with Matisse will surely know that this is a "joking," which is often irritated, but can remain rational. This kind of personality is also considered strange.

On the central big screen, the world map is constantly marked with locations, which means that hackers' "addresses" are constantly being "found" by them.

Matisse's eyes narrowed slightly, this is no longer a provocation, this is an insult! This is trampling on the dignity of a country!

Rubbing his temples and finding places to sit down everywhere, Mattis is already thinking about how he should explain to the president tomorrow?

Could it be that some hackers hacked the Pentagon's network firewall at will in order to show off their technology, and then fluttered away?

The position on the big screen kept changing, and Matisse put his hands on his chest, his eyes flashing cold.

"Where is it this time?"

The person in charge was sweating profusely, "Minister, this time it is on the Ford aircraft carrier fleet."

"What about this time?"

"Under the Atlantic Ocean."

"At... the Pentagon."

"In...White...White House."

"boom!"

Matisse slapped the palm of his hand on the table, and the freshly delivered coffee was knocked to the ground.

The voice keeps getting higher Is that guy here to keep us playing? !"

"Leave him alone, check our system, and cut off the network if necessary."

"Including the local area network?" The person in charge was a little uncertain.

Matisse glanced at him coldly, "Including the area network."

"Yes, sir!" The person in charge suddenly gave a stunned spirit, and even paid a military salute to Matisse!

At this moment, a young man in his early twenties on the left raised his head pale and said, "Report..."

Most people's eyes focused on him, which made him feel more nervous, "Our'moon eye' disappeared...disappeared..."

Goose bumps appeared behind the person in charge, and even Matisse did not show any expression on his face now.

Anyone who knows him knows that Mattis is really angry this time.

No need for him to say anything, the person in charge hurriedly murmured, "Find it! Find it for me! Can't find it, can't find ‘Yueyan’, none of you want to get off work!"

No one is making a sound in the center control room, only the sound of the finger tapping on the keyboard keeps ringing, and the position on the big screen is constantly changing...

No one has found the "moon eye", not even a trace, it seems to disappear directly, it does not exist in this world.

Even if other satellites were mobilized to observe near the ground, there was still no discovery.

Everyone knows that the matter is big, and a military satellite disappears for no reason. Is it a joke made by aliens to the earth?

Whether it’s a hacker or an alien, Mattis thinks it’s better to let the president know about it as soon as possible.

"Sir...Sir! "Moon Eye" is back again!"

"came back?!"

Really saw a ghost!

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