Alien Relic Hunter

Chapter 525 DDoS Attacks
The hacker launched an attack on the Anaheim company's web server for two purposes: first, to delay the deadlocked press conference; Claiming that data has been destroyed by hackers can also create a victim image to win public sympathy.

Of course, under such circumstances, Ke Lan doesn’t know how many people will sympathize with them—although the live broadcast of the press conference was interrupted, the netizens who watched the live broadcast recalled it. The barrage in the live broadcast room was refreshed frantically, and the content was basically all greeting the female relatives of the executives of the Anaheim company...

Public opinion has basically shown a one-sided trend. This time it is the turn of the Morgan consortium to block the news-but their request has been rejected by the major mainstream media without exception.

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At the same time, in an airtight room, six young men dressed similarly to street gangsters, but with high-end VR helmets worth hundreds of thousands of credits on their heads, sat cross-legged around a table full of Beside the low table of the chassis and the mobile terminal, hands wearing motion capture gloves quickly tapped the air in mid-air.

Through the transparent panel on the outside of the VR helmet, one can vaguely see rows of codes projected in front of their eyes. With the high-frequency flashing of the chassis indicator light, these codes scroll quickly, as fast as sixteen The cast of the movie played at double speed is the same.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked back and forth with anxiety on his face. He wanted to say something several times, but he swallowed the words that reached his throat abruptly and back into his stomach.

Just when the middle-aged man was about to turn around to pour a glass of water, several young people wearing VR helmets let out a small sigh in unison.

If you get close to their helmets at this time, you can find that the codes that are scrolling fast have stopped one after another, as if the invisible shaft is stuck by something.

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man didn't care about pouring water anymore, and hurriedly walked behind a few people and asked.

"We... We seem to have been caught." One of the young men wearing a helmet said, "It's impossible... Our IP address keeps changing. How did he catch us?"

"Catched? You mean you were discovered?" The middle-aged man suddenly widened his eyes, "Who is the other party? Is it the official white hat?"

"No...not." The young man who spoke earlier shook his head, "It's not like an official person. If it was them, we should have received a warning notice at this time..."

"This guy is the same as us, also black." Another young man said, from the voice, it should be a woman, but the body of the washboard is almost the same from the front to the back, and the helmet covers the whole head , making her look completely indistinguishable from the man sitting next to her.

"He is launching an attack on us... Uh, he is using such a primitive attack method?" The hacker who spoke first was stunned, and then suddenly jumped up from the ground, "This is impossible! Where did he get so many Attack resources? How many 'broilers' has he hijacked?!"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" The middle-aged man also became nervous, "Did your identities be exposed? Is this place no longer safe?"

"Our physical IP should not be exposed yet... But, we can't continue to intrude."

"What do you mean? You guys are all the top hackers. If you join forces, you still can't solve that opponent?" The middle-aged man said angrily, "Could it be that the price we offered is not generous enough?"

"No, Mr. Morgan, you misunderstood me." The hacker shook his head and took off his helmet, "The other party is using the most primitive DDoS attack. This attack method has nothing to do with technology, it's just a competition." The total amount of network resources in the hands of both parties... Although I don't know where the other party transferred so many resources—"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man interrupted him: "DDoS attack? It's the kind of attack method that uses a lot of useless data packets to block our server? Then you can open the firewall?"

"It's not that simple." The young hacker could only explain to him with a wry smile, "The best way to deal with this is to unplug the network cable and take all the servers offline. If you want to To continue invading Anaheim's servers, we must withstand the other party's attacks... The firewall can block most of the attacks, but it will also block the data we transfer back."

"How many things are left on the Anaheim server?" The middle-aged man pondered for half a second before asking.

"Nearly one-third of the evidence needs to be 'destroyed', and there is still a full half of the data that needs to be 'relocated'." The hacker replied.

"Don't worry about those materials for now, first delete all documents such as bills, and deal with them as cleanly as possible."

Now that the funder's father had spoken, the young hacker had no choice but to put on the VR helmet again, but before he could sit down, several people in the room asked about the stinging smell that is unique to scorched plastic. nasal odor.

"What smell?" The middle-aged man's nose twitched twice, "Is something burnt? Which of you has been to the kitchen?"

But he realized it in a second—this temporarily rented house didn’t have a kitchen at all, including himself, everyone’s lunch was settled by box lunches, and paper lunch boxes were piled up in the room inside the corner!

"Server!" The female hacker suddenly screamed, "The load on the server is too high! It's overheating!"

"What did you say?!" The middle-aged man rushed to the next room and opened the door.

Immediately, a choking smell of smoke hit his face, which almost took his breath away.

And the other two hackers also rushed to the door of the room, they pushed away the smoke and looked inside——

This small room of less than [-] square meters is full of combined shelves, each layer of the shelves is equipped with expensive servers, and hundreds of cables are bundled together, like twisted wires. Several roots occupy all the space on the ground.At this moment, several servers with poor heat dissipation locations are constantly emitting black smoke, and blue-yellow flames are rapidly spreading along the rubber on the outside of the cables.

"This... this..." The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes that were fascinated by the smoke vigorously, and then he saw the situation in the room clearly, and suddenly he felt as if he had fallen into a cave of ice, and couldn't help shivering—you know , Those precious technical materials copied from the Anaheim database are all stored in these dozens of servers now.

And these servers are now burning...

"Do you have any backups of those data?" He looked at the hacker beside him and asked with trembling lips.

"No." The other party shook his head, "There is no backup...it's too late, and there are not enough storage devices..."

"Then why are you still standing there, hurry up and rescue the server!" The middle-aged man shouted hysterically. He turned his head, looked around, and his eyes were locked on the kettle beside him. water cup.

"Get out of the way!" The middle-aged man pushed away a hacker behind him, rushed to the table in three steps, grabbed the kettle, and rushed to the room where the server was placed.

"Wait! Mr. Morgan! No water!" The young hacker saw it and hugged the middle-aged man's waist. One server caught fire, and most of the servers are still intact, but once the short circuit occurs, there is really nothing left!"

"Then move out the undamaged server!" The middle-aged man holding the kettle said anxiously.

Except for the young hacker who rushed in staring at the thick smoke at the beginning, the others just stood there, staring at the middle-aged man with indifferent eyes, as if saying to him: You only pay The money for work, and the fire in the computer room is none of our business, why should we risk electric shock to help you rescue?
The facts are indeed true. Except for the young hacker who has been talking to the middle-aged man who is the technical consultant of the Morgan consortium, the other hackers are all temporarily recruited "mercenaries". , if it is a shameful black job, an additional "hush fee" will be charged.

"Why are you standing still?!" The middle-aged man slammed the lid of the kettle on the ground, panting and glaring at them.

"The contract does not specify how to deal with this situation. According to the rules, we are not responsible for this kind of emergency by default." The female hacker took out a bubble gum from the pocket of the sweater, peeled off the sugar wrapper and threw it into her mouth. Li, "It's okay if you want us to help, but you need to add money."

"You guys!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth. He really wanted to threaten these hackers with words, but he also knew very well that these people were old fritters who had been on the road for many years, and similar jobs were not It was the first time they picked it up, and they were not afraid of threats such as "silence" - if the Morgan consortium dared to "evil and eat black" afterwards, these shady things would soon be made public in various ways .

"Okay, do you want to add more money? How much? You make a price, hurry up!" The middle-aged man suppressed his anger, and found a card holder in the inside pocket of his suit, which was full of large denominations Bearer credit stored value card.

Greed flashed in the eyes of several hackers, and the young girl stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, and said, "500,000...no, 1 million!"

"Are you trying to take advantage of the fire?" the middle-aged man said angrily. The 1 million is not the total price, but 1 million per person.

"I don't know if we took advantage of the fire to loot, but I know that if you drag on, the fire inside will grow bigger and bigger..."

"Here you are!" The middle-aged man took out a few stored-value cards in black and gold color and patted them on the table.

"I changed my mind again, 2 million." The girl stretched out her hand and covered the cards.

"Don't push yourself too hard!" The middle-aged man's complexion suddenly darkened, and the girl raised her eyebrows. She suddenly felt that the metaphor of "so gloomy as to drip water" often used in novels was not an exaggeration, because Now their benefactor, that face is really dripping...

Sweat and smoked tears mixed together, and slid down the curve of his cheeks to his chin. The muscles of the middle-aged man's entire upper body tensed up, as if they would pounce on him at any moment.

"Don't be nervous, I was just joking... After all, we are very trustworthy." The girl gave a dry laugh, took the stack of stored-value cards, and distributed them to her companions.

"Then hurry up and go to work..." the middle-aged man said word by word.

"By the way...Mr. Morgan, shall we continue to attack Anaheim later?" Another hacker suddenly asked.

"Attack me! Take out all the servers first, and then find a way to restore the lost data... You guys remember, if I'm done, you don't want to live!" The middle-aged man said through gritted teeth. It is very clear that if the technical information "stolen" from Anaheim is ruined because of this incident, then the rest of his life will definitely be ruined... If this is the case, then he is risking the incident to be exposed The risk is to drag these bastards to be buried with him.

"That...Mr. Morgan, there seems to be something glowing in your pocket." The hacker said again.

"What?" The middle-aged man called Mr. Morgan was slightly taken aback, "What are you talking about?"

"Your phone... seems to be on."

"It's impossible. To be on the safe side, I turned off my phone before entering this room." He lowered his head as he spoke—but when he saw the white fluorescent light coming out of the gap in his pocket, his whole body was shocked. But suddenly froze.

There are only two things in this pocket: the key card of the hovercar and his mobile phone, and the former is impossible to shine.

The middle-aged man quickly took out his cell phone—his cell phone had been turned on at some point, and the recording function had been automatically activated. Judging from the time displayed on the screen, the recording had almost been recorded. 10 minutes ago.

That is, the recordings have been going on since before they were DDoS'd...

In other words, all the conversations he had with these hackers just now were recorded...

Not only that, but in the taskbar of the mobile phone, there is an additional running program that he has never seen before. Although he does not know much about computer technology, the simple and easy-to-understand UI of this running program can still be understood - the mobile phone records every second , an audio file will be automatically generated and sent to the outside world... As for who it is sent to, it is not important...

"It's over." The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, his feet softened, and he sat down on the ground.

[PS Thanks to Zhang Siyue for the 100 starting coins. 】

(End of this chapter)