Super electric eel clone

Chapter 180 Reconnaissance Satellite
People like them who deal with the Internet all the year round, don’t know how many challenges they have received, and they don’t know how many people they have challenged, but they have never met anyone who sent a challenge letter in a foreign language, even the one half a year ago The email sent by the Nakagawa Technical Team in Japan is still written in French.

"French government, here's a good thing! I was on an accidental dive in the Atlantic the week before..." Southfield frowned and recited softly.

Since the two parties used translators to translate, in the end, there were many grammatical errors, which made it a bit awkward to read.Fortunately, the content is straightforward and easy to understand.

"After you confirm the authenticity of the voiceprint, please spend [-] million dollars... I hope you can use the language with the top [-] usage rates in the world..." After reading it, Nanfield kept pinching his chin and thinking.

His first reaction: This guy was just farting. He used his mobile phone to record the submarine's voiceprint while diving. Then why didn't he sink it with his fist?If the submarine voiceprint is so easy to get, then the world's sonar anti-submarine network is not a joke?
"This must be a boring hacker using bad psychological tactics!" Nanfield grinned, didn't he just want to arouse my curiosity, let me download this attachment, and then let your virus work?

As a 17-year-old, he successfully hacked into the online game server and tampered with his equipment to the highest level; at the age of 21, he was hired as a special technician by six Internet companies.Of course he is excellent, of course he is outstanding, of course he is full of confidence.

So, he gracefully slid his seat, went to another computer beside him that was specially used for testing viruses, and prepared to download this attachment to see what kind of tricks the other party was playing.

More than 20 MB, it took only a few seconds to download. Nanfield first cut off the network connection, and then carefully checked it with security tools.

"Oh~ the concealment method is quite advanced!" Nanfield looked like a woman saw a shining jewel, his eyes burst out with something called excitement. The more advanced the opponent's hidden attack method, the more excited he was.

"After clicking on the audio-visual file named [123123], Nanfield squinted excitedly, ready to see what the other party was up to.

Anyway, every time his test computer came out with some unknown files, it would be sent to the hardware technology department to clear the hard drive, and it would only connect to the network at the moment of downloading the files, so there was no need to worry about any damage.

The unexpected increase in processor frequency, inexplicable memory usage, and some just a piece of background music.

It's hard to describe the sound quality of this sound. Through the two stereo power amplifiers, Nanfield felt as if he had suddenly fallen into the sea at this moment, surrounded by endless oceans.

"Buzz~buzz~" As time went by, the wrinkles on Nanfield's forehead became tighter and tighter. He had never been a submarine soldier; he didn't know if it was the mechanical noise of a submarine, but his intuition told him: this round and harmonious Humming, doesn't look like it's been synthesized in some technical way.

"Hi, is this the secretariat's office of the Elysee Palace?" Nanfeld grabbed the confidential phone and said in a low voice: "I received an audio-visual document on the official website of the president, and it was found to be virus-free. The other party claimed that it was us The voiceprint of the Ruby-class attack nuclear submarine, I am passing this email to you."

Nanfield didn't dare to say that the other party extorted [-] million US dollars. He was afraid that the people inside would say: idiot, do you even believe this?

"Okay!" The voice of the person on the phone was as cold as ever!
The secretariat of the Elysee Palace at the east end of the Champs Elysees in Paris is as famous as the White House in the United States, Buckingham Palace in the United Kingdom and the Kremlin in Russia.It is the presidential palace of France and the symbol of the highest power in France.

After this email arrived here, several secretariat staff heard it, and felt that regardless of the authenticity of this voiceprint, it was very worthy of attention.So after three turns and two turns, he was finally transferred to the Navy Command.

"Ridiculous!" Anison, who was assigned to verify the voiceprint, had an eggplant face, with anger written all over his expression.A bunch of people who just sit in the office and give directions, and the other party said that there is an Ultraman transformation stick, so you have to find a place to verify the authenticity?

The absurdity is ridiculous, but Anison could only sit on the black sound analysis machine resentfully, and then deal with errands with a black headset. Who said this was arranged by the Elysee Palace?
They tested the voiceprint of the submarine, but they didn't just rely on two stereos to judge like those people.Instead, it must be determined from a series of methods such as Hertz, band, frequency, and so on.

In the dark and quiet environment, Anison put on a bitter face and lightly pressed the broadcast button.

"Buzz~buzz~buzz~" As soon as he heard the sound coming from the condenser headset, Anison's cheeks suddenly turned pale, and then he looked at the band and Hertz on the detector...

"Ah!" Anison's eyes were bigger than that of a dogfish, and his eyeballs were raised high, and he almost wore titanium glasses in his astonishment.

"This... this... this... this..." Anison shuddered violently, stumbled out of the room, and then slammed open the door of the chief's office with a "bang!"

"Sir~sir~ now we are finished..."

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Half an hour later, at the east end of the Champs Elysees, in the presidential office of the Elysee Palace.

"Mr. President, what do you think we should do?" Admiral Belif, the commander-in-chief of the navy, sat on a maroon nanmu chair, his somewhat gray eyebrows were almost squeezed into a line.

The voiceprint of the nuclear-powered submarine was stolen, and it was the one stationed at the Djibouti Naval Base.People from the investigation department had already boarded a special plane to fly there 10 minutes ago, but he knew that the possibility of insiders committing the crime was almost non-existent.Because from the analysis of the voiceprint, this is simply an external device that quietly approached the submarine and then recorded it.

"Have you found out which country did it?" President Kosack looked at the information in his hand in a daze. Who is this person?Playing blackmail is all over France.

"I don't have a clue yet!" The speaker was Earls, the chief executive of the French Ministry of Network Information Security. He was sitting on the chair on the left, and said softly: "The email is sent by ordinary Google mailbox, and the mailbox is registered on the Japanese server. , we have hacked into the server to steal his registration information, but have not obtained any useful information."

"The United States, Japan, Russia, and China are the most suspected countries!" Bailey, the commander-in-chief of the navy, continued: "Although our ruby ​​submarine is not the most technologically advanced, it must at least have a nuclear submarine of the same magnitude to be able to There is a chance to get close to it."

"But if you want to be so close, to record the voiceprint..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head: "Even if [Ohio] in the United States or [God of the North Wind] in Russia, there is absolutely no way to do it."

"By the way!" Navy Commander-in-Chief Bailey suddenly thought of something: "Mr. President, last time we intercepted an unknown submarine in the Gulf of Djibouti, but at that time all the sonars were destroyed by an unknown weapon, which was later used to block it The torpedo also exploded suddenly. After the deep-sea robot dived the next day, no submarine wreckage was found nearby, so I have every reason to believe that this incident has a great relationship with that submarine.”

"What I'm asking now is which country does it belong to!" President Kosack slammed the table and said angrily, "The enemy can't be investigated clearly. What's the use of telling me these things?"

"And you!" President Kosaki changed the subject: "Didn't the other party reply when they have news? I believe that you will not let me down!"

"Mr. President, please rest assured!" Minister of Information Security Earls smiled slightly, and his tone was as confident as doing a primary school math problem: "Our security team has made all preparations. As soon as the other party logs in to the mailbox, we will Even if we can't hack into their terminals, we will definitely find out their real addresses!"

"That would be the best. Since the other party has such advanced submarine technology, they must have absolutely cutting-edge network technicians. What you have to do is to track down their real identities within a limited time." President Kosaki waved his hand , looking a little tired: "The secretariat will give you the content of the email reply later, let's all go down first!"

Half an hour later ~ NO.15, Nathan Avenue, Andorra, [French Network Information Security Department]!
In the ten-meter-deep underground PXT large-scale computer room, Nanfield, who first discovered the email, was the same as the other 21 team members. The expression on his face was full of the dignity before the war.The email was sent ten seconds ago. What they have to do now is to use their impressive technology to break through the obstacles and finally obtain the real address of the other party.

Minister of Information Security Earls shouted impassionedly: "The other party is likely to be a figure who is also at the top of the network, and they even have a super-large serial processor computer with a higher computing speed than ours."

"But I just have one question for you; guys, do you have the confidence to win this 'war'!
"Yes!" No one hesitated!
"Okay, from now on, you should monitor each other's mailboxes 1/[-], and strive to obtain the real terminal address of the other party within [-] minute!"

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Zhongyun City, Bolan Community, seven o'clock in the evening local time.

Chen Fan was carrying two plastic bags full of drinks and snacks, and was about to drive to the dock by the sea.After such a long time, the other party should have confirmed the authenticity of his email. He has to check to see if there is any reply.

In the same way, he took the diving cabin to the stone tower inside the cave, pushed aside a few nuts with brute force and threw them into his mouth. After Chen Fan connected the power of the optical cable, he pressed the power button of the laptop.

"Appeared!" In the large PXT computer room, Nanfield suddenly jumped three feet high, and dropped a blockbuster in the silent computer room.

"GO, GO, GO!" I don't know who shouted, and then the entire computer room was filled with super rapid clacking and crackling sounds of keyboards.

His hand speed is so fast that even those top Audition masters who can break two hundred and two are beyond the reach.

They have found the back door of the Japanese website server and are constantly monitoring it. The only thing to do now is to find the real terminal address of the other party.

"Crack!" After a burst of dazzling operations, Nanfield hit the Enter key heavily, and a series of ASP source codes popped up on the screen immediately, all of which were connection information about Chen Fan's mailbox.

"Lock the IP of the first springboard!" It took only seven seconds for Nanfield to report the IP that landed on the Japanese Google website!
"Ah!" After another five seconds, Nanfield's eyes popped out, yes...the other party didn't use the springboard, and directly used the real I...I...IP to access the Internet...

At this moment, a team member wearing glasses shouted loudly: "The IP has been found out. The other party is using the maritime satellite network. Now the communication satellite in the North Pacific is responsible for accessing it."

"Fake oil!" Earls, the Minister of Information Security, smashed the table. The other party used satellite to access the Internet, which would bring a lot of difficulty to find the location.

Of course, that's just a little difficult!

"Immediately switch our network to satellite network mode, and then use the Dopp band of the SPX communication satellite to detect the opponent's signal."

Second by second, the computer room is still filled with the sound of clacking keyboards. As the French national network information security department, they not only have multiple high-speed optical fiber network connections, 3G wireless network, and even share the national satellite network. to connect.

After 53 seconds, Nanfield slapped the table with a "bang!": "The signal range is locked, and the other party's network terminal is [-] nautical miles northwest of Yugu Bay, Japan, and [-] nautical miles ahead is South Korea."

"Specific coordinates!"

"North latitude 34.49.26 east longitude 129.53.12, the signal error does not exceed one nautical mile..."

"Then the other party must be on board!" Minister Earls took two deep breaths. For this operation, Mr. President directly granted him the highest authority to mobilize any tools needed.

"Ames, you immediately notify the Department of National Defense that we have locked the enemy's position and ask them to calculate the orbit and find out the military reconnaissance satellite that will fly to that sea area the fastest."

Half a minute later, the Ministry of National Defense sent news that there happened to be a reconnaissance satellite that would arrive over the nearby sea in seven minutes and 39 seconds.And one hour and 21 minutes after that, and eleven hours later, two reconnaissance satellites passed by.

"Let them take digital photos within two nautical miles of each other!" After finishing speaking, Earls walked to Nanfield, stared at the screen, and secretly prayed to God, hoping that the opponent's position would not move so that the satellite could take better pictures picture.

Maybe God really heard his prayer, and the other party's signal source has remained in a fixed position and has not moved.

It seemed as if a century had passed, and suddenly there was a thunder in the computer room: "The Ministry of National Defense has transmitted the photos!"

"Immediately open the photo on the central big screen!" Earls ran a few times, and came to the two-meter-high large LCD display wall on the east side—waiting eagerly!
(End of this chapter)