It's best to switch to a new account. Log in with the Joker account as little as possible.
"Clatter!"
Elliot typed on the keyboard, clearing the traces left at the Crimson Hacker Base once more.
He even left the groups he had previously joined, including abandoning several stepping stones (zombies).
Don't underestimate your opponent, and don't rely on luck.
Thinking about the ten million credits, Elliot even felt like reporting himself.
OK.
All traces of the Joker account at the Crimson Hacker Base have been cleaned up.
The last remaining hidden danger has been blocked.
As the saying goes, the first rule Elliot follows in the
"Beep beep beep!"
The computer once again issued a series of alarm sounds.
This time was different; someone had triggered a trap within the zombie network.
Elliot's spirits immediately lifted.
A prey has taken the bait.
He wanted to see which unlucky fellow had stepped into the trap.
Port Aurelia, in a small rented room, smoke filled the air.
A young man with dyed yellow hair, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, his eyes focused intently on the computer screen.
The screen displayed lines of code:
[IP: 20.13.15.30 (Elysium City)
Win xp]
...
This was a zombie located in Elysium City, and it was the seventh zombie that Ren had tracked.
The yellow-haired man was named Ren, a Solarian
"Beep!"
In the lower right corner of the computer, a message notification popped up.
Ren clicked on the message and entered a chat group:
"Found a zombie, IP address 30.112.15.64."
"I found an IP 33.200.11.32 here."
"This bastard has too many zombies. If we check them one by one like this, when will we ever find him?"
"Is there no other way?"
...
In this group, a total of 160 members belonged to a
Ren closed the chat window and continued tracking the next zombie.
This time, the target IP address was 114.120.1.188, located in the Federation, Pearl Harbor.
This IP... Ren narrowed his eyes. He suspected it was very likely Joker's real IP.
After taking a deep drag on his cigarette, Ren's hands flew across the keyboard.
"Beep beep beep!"
Suddenly, the computer emitted a series of piercing alarm sounds.
Ren was caught off guard and jumped.
"Ah!"
Immediately after, Ren cried out in pain, panicking, and the cigarette butt held in his hand burned him.
Ignoring the pain, he quickly flicked the cigarette butt away, and Ren's hands rapidly typed on the keyboard.
"Clatter!"
The ashtray next to him was accidentally knocked over in his panic, falling to the ground and shattering.
Ren paid no attention at all; his entire focus was on the computer screen.
"Bastard!"
Ren shouted.
He saw countless small windows popping up frantically on the computer screen, one, two, four, eight... until they covered the entire screen.
The computer crashed.
"Bastard!" Ren shouted again, picking up the keyboard and slamming it violently onto the desk.
He had thought he was about to catch "Joker", but unexpectedly, he had fallen into the trap set by the other party.
As soon as he entered, he triggered a virus package, and thousands of viruses erupted simultaneously, like a flooding river, instantly overwhelming his computer's CPU.
Ordinary computers simply couldn't withstand such a fierce attack.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Ren furiously slammed the keyboard against the desk, venting his anger.
After venting, he sat down again and moved to another computer next to him.
He connected the network cable, logged into the chat group, and quickly sent a message: "I'm out! IP address 114.120.1.188 has a trap, everyone be careful!"
"I'm also out! IP address 220.30.12.50 has a trap!"
"IP address 180.13.45.64 also has a trap, I'm down!"
"I'm down too! That bastard Joker buried countless virus codes in the zombies!"
...
In just two or three minutes, almost everyone in the group was infected with the virus, and their computers crashed one after another.
Only the group administrator, Kenji, was spared.
Kenji, thirty years old, wearing glasses, was a graduate student at Zenith University.
At this moment, he was in the school's computer room.
"Clatter..."
His hands were typing rapidly on the keyboard, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Just now, he also almost got infected by the virus.
Fortunately, he was in the school's computer room and was using an IBM super computer.
Joker had embedded a virus package in multiple zombies, which, once triggered, would release thousands of viruses simultaneously.
The concentrated outbreak of so many viruses was immensely powerful, like a flooding river, capable of instantly overwhelming the CPU of an ordinary computer.
Only large servers could withstand such an attack.
Even so, Kenji was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
He had privately used the school's super computer, and if he crashed the server, he would be in deep trouble.
"Should I continue?"
Kenji hesitated.
What he was worried about was the computer room server getting blown up.
The other party was definitely a top expert.
However, precisely because the opponent was an expert, it was more challenging.
Kenji wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued to track Joker's whereabouts.
This time, he was even more careful and cautious.
"Heh heh!"
Elliot looked at the computer screen, a sly smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
On the zombie monitoring program, the original hundred-plus IPs had mostly disappeared, leaving only a scattered few that were still struggling stubbornly.
One of the IP addresses was from Sentinel University.
The logs showed that it was an IBM server.
The other party had withstood the virus attack by relying on the server's powerful performance.
"Beep!"
The alarm sound rang out again.
Another zombie's trap had been triggered.
Elliot glanced at it; this time it was a zombie located in Isla Vista.
"Another wave of unlucky fellows has taken the bait." Elliot chuckled.
Hmm... wait a minute, the virus package on the zombie wasn't triggered.
"What's going on?"
Elliot carefully checked the logs and found that the other party had actually bypassed the trap.
Immediately after, he found that the other party was cracking the zombies very quickly.
Within a few minutes, they had tracked down a zombie.
In just over ten minutes, the other party had breached dozens of his zombies.
Expert!
Absolutely a top-tier expert!
Elliot's expression became serious.
Finally met an expert.
Very good, the stronger the opponent, the more excited Elliot became.
If the opponent was too weak, it wouldn't pique his interest.
"Come on! Let me see who this divine being is." A glint of excitement flashed in Elliot's eyes.
He opened the scanning tool, started the firewall, and then brought up an intrusion analysis tool to analyze the opponent's attack methods.
Half an hour later, he found the answer.
It turned out that the other party had exploited a
No wonder they were able to bypass the trap he had set.
(End of this chapter)
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Translator and Editor - Husband
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