Rise of the Wasteland

The last time Zhou Qingfeng snatched the 'Lasen' confidential communication machine, Xiao Jinlang called out that he almost caused the world war. This time it was a hard drive. The horseman also said that if the trouble is not good, it is world war. Is the world really so fragile? Always fighting!

On the way to the embassy, ​​Zhou Qingfeng changed his car three times, entered two car wash shops, an underground parking lot, and was asked to change a suit and lose his mobile phone and other communication equipment. Someone even brought in an explosion-proof safe when passing a street intersection, and the horseman loaded everything into it.

Looking at Zhou Qingfeng, there was still doubt, and the nervous horseman shook out a smile and said, "This safe has the function of shielding electromagnetic radiation. We are worried that there will be trouble caused by radio signals in the things you send."

Zhou Qingfeng was originally cynical about the situation in front of him, but watching a large number of people do their best to protect what he got, he had to pay tribute to it. These intelligence personnel will not be reported for doing more work, even if they die, they are still unknown, but they are trying their best for this.

"If you need it, I can get these things in the future," said Zhou Qingfeng Shen Sheng.

"Good, good." Ma Gong immediately smiled, more than sixty old men happy like a child. It was just that he smiled and then converged, "Be careful, keep yourself safe. I know your work is very hard and dangerous. The last time I met, I didn't respect it, I apologized."

This clearly shows that Zhou Qingfeng is an undercover worker who is an undercover agent of a certain level and bears humiliation, an incognito national hero. Ma Gong talked with full reverence.

The car roamed around Tokyo's complex city streets, and finally came to a warehouse by the port. Zhou Qingfeng just knew that it was just a secret sign to go to the ambassador. ‘Embassy’ refers to this warehouse safe house.

The warehouse was loose and tight, Zhou Qingfeng saw several dark whistle at a glance. The warehouse safe house is also electromagnetically shielded. Four or five professionals are already in place, and dozens of professional equipment have been prepared early.

The hard drive, host, and manuals were all removed for careful inspection. The key is that the hard disk is carefully reconnected to the host. Which horseman himself tried to copy the data on the hard disk.

"Uh ... I think you still need this." Zhou Qingfeng pulled out a metal card from his pocket. "This is the captain's identity card. Without this gadget, you can't read the data, and it will cause the hard disk to self-destruct. "

Military hard disks that store confidential data are equipped with software and hardware self-destruct functions. Zhou Qingfeng did not just take an ax with the axe to remove the hard disks this time. A 'zombie' technician on the submarine reminded him that he had found an identity card with the highest authority in the captain's lounge. Without this card, basically nothing could be done.

The host connects to the display, inserts the identity card after power on, and then enters the data reading mode. Because confidential hard disks are forbidden to copy data, all cracking equipment is required to read out the information inside.

Several people originally in the safe house were dedicated to this task, and the entire process of cracking the copy took hours. Zhou Qingfeng thought about waiting slowly, but soon a group of people hurried in from outside the warehouse.

More and more people came afterwards. Many people joined the process of cracking, and some emergency manuals also began to be read and photographed. An ordinary-looking middle-aged woman came to Zhou Qingfeng and reached out and said, "Hello, Comrade Lin Sen."

"Uh ... you can call me Victor Hugo." Zhou Qingfeng didn't really like the pseudonym 'Lin Sen'.

"Your appearance is indeed very similar to that big star." Middle-aged women also smiled, which is to draw closer relationships and facilitate conversation.

"I was originally that big star." Zhou Qingfeng was tired of pretending to be, and he simply took off his hat and big sunglasses. Although he said that the voice was low, the whole safe house was very quiet. Everyone heard it and immediately tilted his head and stopped paying attention.

The middle-aged woman who took the initiative to question was a bit surprised, she looked back at Xiao Jinlang. Xiao Jinlang was very helpless about Zhou Qingfeng's casually revealing identity, but he could only nod his head slightly to the middle-aged woman.

"People who are not classified enough are not allowed to come in again." The middle-aged woman is obviously of unusual status. Immediately after she ordered, someone reissued instructions on the radio. And she smiled at Zhou Qingfeng again: "I didn't expect it, but I will be your fan in the future."

"Actually, I never thought of becoming a star." Zhou Qingfeng smiled twice, spreading his hands, "Let's talk about the nuclear submarine. How can I make a nuclear submarine move, I need it to drive at least ten kilometers, but I do not know what to do?"

"You don't have an assistant?"

"I have a crew of crew members who maintain the reactor, but they know nothing about how to drive a nuclear submarine. The submarine is currently docked by a trestle bridge and I must move it outside the port."

Zhou Qingfeng was going to bring a piece of paper to draw the location of the 'Georgia' and its surroundings. "I only have five tugboats with very small horsepower, but the dragging speed is too negligible, and once I start to act It's best to let that submarine leave the dock ten kilometers within an hour. "

"Is the main reactor working properly?"

"normal."

"Is the weapon system normal?"

"Probably normal, nobody touched them."

...

The middle-aged woman asked a lot and asked very carefully, and recorded every sentence that Zhou Qingfeng said in real time. But in fact Zhou Qingfeng didn't know much about the status of the nuclear submarine. The whole inquiry took two or three hours, and most of the questions were not answered.

And just at the end of the questioning, the horseman responsible for cracking suddenly whispered ‘Damn’. This sound attracted everyone's attention. The middle-aged woman hurried forward and asked, "Failed to crack?"

"No ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The cracking went very smoothly. We have a formal identity authorization, and the host is working normally. I scold Americans. Their database is too rich and it is a treasure.

Take a look at this, this is the voiceprint database. It contains records of almost all submarines known around the world, including the o93 and o94 nuclear submarines that we have just launched into the water not long ago. Where did these **** come from? We didn't realize it at all. "

Every submarine makes a sound when sailing underwater, and this sound is like human fingerprints. No two submarines have the same voiceprint. By comparing the voiceprints, the submarine can be identified from the sea clutter. This is too important for combat, so this database is too important.

Ma Gong soon laughed again after scolding, "Hahaha ... there are Akula-classes, there are north wind gods, Maozi's submarine voiceprints are all here, more than we have in our hands. complete.

Lord, there are Americans here too, all of the 62 'Los Angeles' attack nuclear submarines have voiceprints, as well as 'Ohio', 'Sea Wolf', 'Virginia', all here.

We haven't collected all these data all the time. Collecting a ship is a huge problem, but now we can get it all at once. The Americans are about to vomit blood, and their entire underwater nuclear strike force is in our hands. If Americans dare to scramble towards our underwater monitoring nets in the future, I promise to get them out. "

Horse workers are happy dancing and dancing, and the entire cracking team is excited and encouraged by the smoothness of things. After the laugh, everyone looked at Zhou Qingfeng again. No one thought of it-the world's top superstar, did the spy job so well in his back. (To be continued.) 8 more exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading school