The Goddess Shines on America

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The door opened, and a six-foot tall man walked into the room.

"How many times have I said that we must hire the best programmers, do you understand? Must be the best!"

The man's voice is as strong as steel, his short tan hair is neatly combed, and he is about forty years younger, wearing a suit that matches his hair color. Behind him, an apparently second-in-command bodyguard responded in a low voice to his complaint.

"Sir, rather than being outstanding, I still need to remind you that staying loyal is the first thing. After all, once this plan is leaked, we will face more than ordinary failures."

The bodyguard's proposal did make the master listen to his heart. He gloomily scanned the empty desk, and the silence around him, then immediately picked up a floppy disk beside the table and said: "But he is coming now The more disobedient posture, Heinrich, you have to know, if that **** makes arbitrary moves in the algorithm, it is not so easy for us to distinguish!"

"We still need time," the bodyguard stood quietly at the door, and did not disturb the owner's behavior of searching for files in the bookcase: "This algorithm can only be used to its maximum effect when the data source is sufficient. If we are too demanding, Maybe when it really comes in handy, the performance drops instead."

"Oh, **** it!" It's a pity that this warning didn't seem to be heard by the man. After going through the bookcase, he said annoyedly: "I remember that the manuscript was placed here. Could it be in other Room?"

The bodyguard at the door flickered. He scanned the layout of the office, the closed windows, the consistent orientation of the computer chair, and there was even a musty smell in the air caused by unoccupied people for a long time.

"Your memory has indeed declined recently," he said calmly, "So instead of focusing on the progress of the plan, I strongly recommend that you go to the hospital to take care of your body. In addition, Mr. Anderson and Ms. Oles are already quiet in the bedroom. It’s been a long time waiting for you, and it’s not a gentleman’s behavior to make ladies wait."

"Well, yes yes yes, Annie, Annie, Annie is still in the bedroom." It seemed like a magical name. When the bodyguard mentioned it, the man no longer struggled with the position of the "manuscript", just guessing. Take care of his floppy disk and walk out of the room in strides.

"In addition, Heinrich, open the window in this room. I haven't come back in half a year. Damn it, is this going to give birth to mites?"

"Good sir."

The man walked out of the room immediately, and the bodyguard walked towards the window steadily. Moonlight spilled into the house, showing that the man was not upright, short, and even a little flattered, but his big, slightly sunken eyes were particularly piercing. He opened the window, and suddenly sent a burst of cold air into the house, and abandoned the room that had not been used for half a year in the deep mountains, and finally ushered in fresh air again.

Suddenly, there was a creak, and the bodyguard immediately looked at the writing desk on the side.

Nothing unusual.

The dusty desktop, the computer bought a year ago, the armrests of the leather seats are also dusty.

The bodyguard kept the window open, walked out of the room at a steady pace, and closed the door.

After a while...

A ripple of water surging near the writing desk, as if the masterpiece of the magic brush Ma Liang suddenly rushed out of the canvas, an abrupt existence appeared out of nowhere on the empty leather chair.

"Tsk tut~"

Alice sat comfortably on the leather chair, her slender and white legs sultryly curled up, and the red cheongsam was lifted just right. In front of her, IBM's desktop computer has not known how long it has been working for a long time. The dusty fan tried to dissipate heat for the Intel CPU. There was a buzzing noise level. It is questionable how long the room has no one in It's really been a long time since it was cleaned.

"Great discovery, Mira."

Knowing that the owner of this mansion, that is, the organizer of this party, has gone out, Alice patted the earphone in her left ear and said: "You heard it too, a landlord claimed to have not used it for half a year. The study room is actually installed with my latest Win3.0 system. Harry, when did our research institute have popularized ternary super-smart computers in the market? Not only can it run by itself, but it can also be downloaded remotely. There is no download at all. Version of the operating system and install it yourself?"

"Oh, Neo..."

"Boss, I just want to know where you hid?"

In the van on the hillside opposite the mansion, without mentioning what Harry wanted to say, the female soldier Mira, who had been observing with the night market binoculars, couldn't help it: "Please tell me where you want to hide next time? And don't Will you pull up the most important curtain? In case you are discovered by those two men..."

"It's okay, it's at most a story in a bungalow, calm down my dear."

Speaking what people didn't understand, Alice had already started the next step on her own.

Lake Jobob in Switzerland, this is the address she got with a little effort. What exactly is the "manuscript" that the man said? With his conversation with the bodyguard, Alice would be a fool if she couldn't analyze it.

But the real thought is still a mystery. The ghost knows why Wippel Pushkin of Draken Company holds this manuscript, and that man is obviously not the "Anime Zola" who wrote this algorithm. Although she can be sure that Viper is a spy, who does the other party work for and what is the purpose, unless she turns on the final cheating mode to stage a hypnotic drama, otherwise just one or two coffee talks will not cover much content.

But finding this house from the manuscript that he had completely copied was not a problem. After all, just as Brudy had complained to himself, the unclear German in the previous text was the most annoying thing in his life. Up. But proficiency in sixteen languages ​​is what Alice achieved when she was ten years old.

"Harry, Harry, this is Hermione."

Reading the useless code that had been negotiated with Harry Punes, Alice said, "Check the wireless network transmission rate, and I will send all the babies in this computer right away."

"Hermione Hermione, this is Harry." You can hear Harry's amusement and excitement from the voice: "Everything is ready. Boss, you are really awesome. Use such a small hardware to realize wireless network transmission. My upper... Hey Mira, don't hit me."

An external wireless network card with a universal drive. Although Exeter's laboratory theme is a ternary computer, even this little guy can't make it, but it really blinds Alice to sit in town every weekend . Of course, of course, the products born in the laboratory must face a sufficient period of social adaptation before they finally reach the market.

"Well, then start the transmission now, you just wait."

The progress bar appeared, and Alice began to take a nap with her chin.

In fact, when the intruder was wandering in the house, she had already scanned most of the information hastily, and the content was nothing more than the analysis of the algorithm. Although it is troublesome, it should be thought of. The manuscript code written by Animzola is the core content. The program code is simple and difficult, even if it is difficult for Alice to read it, let alone ordinary programmers? No matter what great plan the owner of this mansion wants to carry out, as a user, he must have a fool interface.

"Yes, what the **** is that guy named Anderson doing?"

Taking advantage of the vacancy of the slow transmission of the inferior wireless network card, Alice also began to wonder, after all, she had just heard a lot of information-intensive conversations at close range.

According to the analysis, it can be known that this Mr. Anderson hired a programmer named Anim Zola and wrote a very powerful algorithm, and wanted to use it to realize what secret plan. But now, that Mr. Zola seemed a little bit unwilling to cooperate with him.

At the same time, although the whole house is not certain, Anderson himself said that he hadn't come to this room for half a year, and this room where the paper version of the algorithm was stored was loaded with the latest Win3.0 system...

Pulling away.

"Well, that algorithm can obviously be used to derive the development prospects of data sources, at least it can be used as a stock market god... Yes, through various background information and fundamental analysis methods... I have not done all of them. Did it once?"

Suddenly thinking of this made Alice really dumbfounded. It is indeed very tempting. The stock **** Buffett, who is completely unavailable, can have a value of 50 or 60 billion. If anyone relies on this algorithm to trade stocks, he can indeed easily achieve the goal of **** of the world. Is this Mr. Anderson's plan? The so-called time has not come because the follow-up impact of the "87 stock disaster" has not ended?

Thinking too much is useless, focusing on the current goal is the point. Alice's interest in the algorithm itself is average, but for the programmer who can compile the algorithm, her curiosity is really overwhelming. It's a pity that even this computer didn't store the contact information of Mr. Zola, but she was able to get the annotation content several times the original ~ www.readwn.com~ Her actions tonight were not in vain.

"Hermione Hermione, this is Harry, and the package has arrived!"

"Very good Harry, may the glory of Goddess Hermione shine on you forever, and wait for my return!"

Unplug the network card, turn off the power to the organ, it's time to leave. But Alice looked at the wide open window at the moment, but didn't want to jump out directly to escape.

"Is there a dance party on the first floor."

I don't know what song is playing below, Alice thought for a while, and landed along the hook and rope pistol still hanging outside the window into the dark room on the second floor. With black high heels striding lightly, she gently opened the door.

In the brightly lit second-floor corridor, you can just hear the beautiful melody below, and the girl in red walked out of the house calmly, preparing to walk to the first floor.

Until a security guard of Middle Eastern descent who didn't know good or bad stopped her in Arabic.

"Miss!?" (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.