War Paradise

Lin Chi quickly read the contents of the document, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by complete consternation:

"How can Global Commercial Satellite Company make such a thing?"

In fact, he originally wanted to gain control of military reconnaissance satellites, and then monitor New York City from space to find out hostile hackers wandering on the streets. Being able to find the intelligence of the satellite cannon is already considered a windfall.

Even more terrifying is that this satellite gun is not a "toy" that launches lasers from space to the ground, but a complete super weapon.

——This is a space railgun!

Looking at the size of the thumbnail design next to it, this type of satellite cannon, code-named "Hunter", is much larger than an ordinary satellite and almost equivalent to a large space station.

On this giant military satellite is installed a nuclear engine that can run for hundreds of years, solar panels the size of a football field, and a 500-meter-long railgun barrel pointing vertically to the ground.

When it is not activated, this devastating killer will disguise as an abandoned space station and, along with a large amount of abandoned space junk, will "follow the flow" in low-Earth orbit.

However, once the launch command is received, the satellite cannon will be activated immediately, adjust its orbit to a position where it can be aimed at the ground target, and then activate the electromagnetic railgun to launch devastating shells toward the ground.

Although the caliber of the shells is not large, under the acceleration of the super-long barrel, the muzzle velocity of the shells fired by this orbital gun will reach an astonishing speed of 60,000 kilometers per hour. Under the pull of the earth's gravity, it shoots through the atmosphere like a meteorite and bombards targets on the earth!

There is no doubt that as long as you use this thing to hit New York, the city will completely disappear from the map!

"The Yankees are really dead..."

Lin Chi sighed with emotion in his heart, lowered his voice and said to No.7: "Can you find a port to enter the control system of this railgun?"

——This kind of extremely dangerous map gun, even if you don’t use it, you can’t just keep it. After all, there are dozens of players in the city besides yourself. If they get this big killer, everything will be irreversible. .

"I'll try." After No.7 finished speaking, he reminded again: "Your disguise is about to be exposed."

After recovering from the shocking information, Lin Chi remembered that he was still wearing women's clothing.

He unplugged the USB flash drive from the computer and strode towards the front door of the office.

This "female white-collar worker" just stood in front of the door, and a male colleague who had been sitting in the office like a zombie suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"

Lin Chi's voice changer made the same voice as the female employee: "I'm going to the toilet, what's wrong?"

The man glanced at Lin Chi, who was wearing women's professional attire, as if he had not noticed anything unusual, and then reminded: "Don't be lazy."

"You are destined to be alone for a lifetime." Lin Chi said with emotion.

"What?" The man raised his head in confusion.

"It's nothing, see you later." Lin Chi opened the door immediately and left the office.

The programmer who watched his "colleague" leave and worked overtime for a week, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. He always felt like he had seen a man's back just now...

"I'm almost hallucinating, I need to get a good night's sleep..."

The programmer gritted his teeth and murmured, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes with bags under his eyes, took a deep breath, and then continued to debug the satellite launch program.

"..."

Lin Chi hurriedly walked through the unmanned corridor, returned to the men's room, took off the women's clothing, and replaced it with the original shirt and trousers.

After confirming that no one was nearby, he sneaked into the women's toilet, only to find that there were only female staff members who were still unconscious, and No. 7 had disappeared.

"Where have you been?" asked Lin Chi, who had returned to his normal voice.

Two seconds later, the voice of No. 7 came from his headset:

"I am reluctant to meet people for...for some reasons, so I will provide you with remote support in the future. Anyway, all you need is my technology, not me, right?"

Seeing that there seemed to be something unspeakable, Lin Chi didn't force it, but quickly left the women's toilet and asked, "Can you provide me with a'back door' that can remotely access the satellite company's system?"

"This is simple, just give me ten minutes." Seven replied: "But the location of the satellite gun control center is more troublesome. It may take a long time for me to decipher their ciphertext."

"It doesn't matter, let me get a few usable imaging satellites first, and try to have high accuracy." Lin Chi smiled.

While talking, Lin Chi had already returned to the reception room.

Seeing his appearance, Media, who had been frowning all the time, finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked unceremoniously: "Where have you been? I thought you fell into the toilet."

"Yes, I just crawled out." Lin Chi said, winking at Media.

Perceiving what he meant, Media, who looked like a noble lady, also declined the proposal of the person in charge, and ended the discussion with the reason that "the price is too high, we have to think about it again."

After this unsuccessful "business cooperation", the two left the satellite company unhurriedly, returned to the underground parking lot, got on the Lamborghini sports car, activated the autopilot mode and left the crime scene quickly.

"Did you succeed?" Media asked, raising his hand to wipe off the sweat dripping from his forehead.

"It's okay." Lin Chi said with an electronic eye and accepted the vulnerability data sent by the 7th.

Using this data, he does not need to go back to the satellite company, he can use the backdoor program to manipulate several imaging satellites that the company is using.

Lin Chi sat in the driver's seat and closed his eyes, hacked into the satellite company's control system within ten seconds, and quickly confirmed the operational intelligence of these satellites. Then keep your gaze on one of the small blue letters:

22:30-23:30. New York City.

It seems that one of the military-grade imaging satellites will stay above New York for an hour from 10:30 to 11:30 tonight to take pictures of this area.

Although this satellite was originally used to make real-time digital maps, under Lin Chi's control, it is naturally not the only way to measure terrain.

"Don't leave the studio tonight." Lin Chi said casually.

"Why?" Media turned his head to look at him.

Lin Chi cast his gaze to the wide street outside the car window, and said his "prophecy" in a serious manner:

"According to my magical calculations, New York may have the largest power outage in history tonight."