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Unbeknownst to them, everything they were saying had already been recorded. What if those parents found out something?
Lin Yuan was well aware that Zhong Tiantian's feelings needed to be resolved quickly, especially if there were issues at the police station.
"Lin Yuan? Is there something going on?"
The technical department staff looked at him as if he were their teacher. They were warned not to approach Lin Yuan at this time; they were all away from their desks.
"The police station's firewall is your responsibility, right? You're using the internal network?"
As he spoke, a police officer stood up and offered his seat to Lin Yuan, responding in the process.
"We're using the internal network. The firewall is based on the Beijing layout, so basically, all network security follows that model."
Although the geographical location mattered, it ultimately revolved around Beijing.
"Can I make some changes?"
"Huh?"
He thought he had misheard but quickly realized he hadn't.
"Sure, go ahead and change whatever you want."
As he spoke, he discreetly signaled to a few officers who weren’t busy. They stood behind Lin Yuan, raising their phones to capture the codes displayed on the computer. They had learned from their previous oversight and were now more astute.
Lin Yuan noticed their actions but said nothing as he began his own operations. Perhaps fate was on his side; in a rented room in a certain province, a masked man who had just finished a video call with President Fang removed his mask, revealing a reflection of the police station's firewall in his pupils.
Those cases couldn’t just appear so blatantly.
The technician responsible for developing the firewall was summoned to the police station. Surprisingly, he was just a teenager.
Every police station's network undergoes varying degrees of updates, including firewalls. Generations of computer talents have contributed to improving these firewalls.
The teenager's parents were experts in this field but had already been poached by large companies.
"It hasn't even been a month since my last update. How could there be issues so soon? Did the officers make a mistake?"
The teenager sat calmly at his computer desk, opening his familiar interface without haste.
The director standing behind him frowned and gave him a light smack on the head. A yelp escaped the teenager as he finally put away his nonchalant demeanor.
Those cases had high practical applicability, and similar situations had arisen across various provinces. It was possible that this person was behind it all and was demonstrating their capabilities to them.
The problem was that if there was one incident, there would inevitably be another. Where did that leave their police station?
"How is that possible? Usually, the cases at the police station can be resolved, right?" He continued to ask while working on his task.
If the bureau was treating this case with such seriousness, it meant that it wasn't just a simple matter of protection; the most important thing was to find out where it originated from.
"Just wait a moment," he said.
The chief stood there, unsure of how to begin. The kid was impressive with programming, but what did he know about the case? It would be better to let him figure it out himself.
With a roll of his eyes, the young man began searching for traces of the firewall breach. The code he had left behind was his own creation, so no one else would understand it as well as he did. Unless, of course, they had seen him do it firsthand.
Just as he was about to click on something, his hands suddenly froze.
"No way, someone is still logging in."
Since he had developed the program, the intruder might not realize they were being monitored. The speed at which they were accessing the system suggested they were unaware.
"Is there someone else? Where are they located?" The chief immediately tensed up.
The young man started checking the access logs. His improved firewall wasn’t something just anyone could breach; even his parents had a hard time getting in.
A few minutes later, two red dots appeared on a map.
The red dots were not far apart.
"Is it again from the sea?" someone nearby exclaimed in surprise.
It seemed that everything had initially come from the sea, and now it appeared that there were indeed things they didn't know about lurking there.
Moreover, one of the computers accessing the network wasn’t from an internet café or a personal device; it was using the police department's internal network.
He paused his actions.
Seeing him stop, the chief instructed someone to call the coast guard and then nervously asked, "Why aren’t you moving?"
"I think they've noticed me."
The young man reluctantly pulled his hands away from the keyboard. Although he said it jokingly, the chief could see the unwillingness in his eyes.
Even if they didn’t understand computers, they could see the locking message gradually appearing on the screen.
Was this genius young man really being controlled by someone else?
Inside the Technical Department of the Coast Guard Bureau, as a stream of code began to penetrate the firewall, Lin Yuan's typing speed gradually increased. The officers behind him were still recording, but the images displayed on the screen were becoming mere afterimages. Being close to the ground made it somewhat manageable; if they were any further away, even slowing down wouldn't allow them to see clearly.
In a rented room, the masked man merely pressed his lips together as segments of code flew from his fingertips, yet his speed continued to slow down. Multiple red exclamation marks began to appear in the upper right corner of his screen.
Compared to the relatively relaxed atmosphere in the police station, the other two parties clearly weren't faring well. The young director's hand almost dropped again, but he remained candid: "It's nothing. The one who locked me out must be an official from the bureau because all connected computers belong to the internal network; he is one of us."
Upon hearing this, some officers couldn't help but murmur. "Then why was your computer locked in the first place? Isn't that also an attempt to disrupt the internal network?"
The young director shot back with a forced smile. "Do you think that other person is easy to deal with? If I approached him right now, do you believe my computer would crash in under a minute?"
It was no joke; he had worked hard to get that computer, and its performance was unmatched.
"So what do we do now?"
"Don't worry," he replied. "I've already started recording the screen. From now on, all their operations will be documented here." However, he didn't elaborate on the specifics. He had made this decision within the limits allowed by the bureau personnel; otherwise, his actions would have been blocked from the start of the recording.
Watching the jumping code, he pondered that there probably wouldn't be any flights to the sea tonight; they could go tomorrow instead. The only truly unhappy one was the masked man on screen, whose eyes were getting closer and closer to his computer as the encroaching red nearly reflected in his gaze.
Bang!
A loud noise erupted as he flung away his mouse and keyboard, staring intently at a few words on the screen, breathing heavily.
【Congratulations, you chose the wrong side.】
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