Turing Forbidden Zone

"A group of reckless people who can only destroy! It can only affect the progress of tracking and cracking, and it is of no help!"

Several Huaguo experts in SA are furious.

Only in the afternoon, "Водка Group", the largest hacker organization in the brown bear country, announced that it was responsible for this cyber war.

They used the world's second largest botnet to carry out a DDOS attack—probably as if calling hundreds of thousands of devices at one time and harassing the target at the same time.

The peak traffic of 400GB/s is equivalent to [-] calls per second from a mobile phone.

Eighty thousand times per second.

That's 480 million times per minute.

No matter what kind of mobile phone can't withstand such indiscriminate bombardment, it will definitely crash—and it's the same with a computer.

At 13:40 in the afternoon, after less than 10 minutes of DDOS attack, the server of the Bitcoin trading market was declared down.

The entire transaction page disappeared, and all users were unable to log in.

Of course, the many people who are trying to track down the author of the virus in this market can't continue to work at the same time.

The most annoying thing is that this DDOS attack in the Brown Bear Country is just to vent their anger - because about 1.9 devices in their country were also locked and blackmailed!

Then they crank up the machine angrily and bombard an innocent trading market.

——It's like someone's wallet was stolen in the mall, and then he couldn't find the thief, so he decided to take out the dynamite pack in anger and blow up the entire mall.

The other people who were stolen were looking for the thief seriously, but now they were also affected, and they were so angry that they went out of their bodies and ascended to heaven.

I am not afraid of enemies like gods, but I am afraid of teammates like pigs.

Throughout the afternoon, the trading market was stubbornly rushing to repair its own server.

At 14:01, the page was briefly accessible, but only 15 seconds later, it crashed again under the continuous DDOS attack.

At 14:21, the page resumed again.

At 14:24, the page disappeared again.

At 16:11, the page was restored for the third time.

At 16:19, the page disappeared for the third time, and it never came back after that.

...It is simply sad for those who hear it and tears for those who see it.

Bystanders could almost hear the server wailing in despair: "I think I can still save it!"

Even the Huaguo SA Special Technical Team couldn't make any more accusations.

As an innocent bitcoin trading market, BitcoinMixer has worked very hard, but two fists are no match for four palms—not to mention the [-] thick bear paws per second from the brown bear country.

As a result, the only clue channel between the blackmailed person and the virus author, the Bitcoin transaction link, was completely disconnected.

The experts of the SA technical team sat in a circle anxiously and confusedly, and began to search for other possible technical routes.

At this time, they suddenly heard heavy breathing, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Professor Mujiang Tianlao pressed his waist and abdomen with one hand, and lost consciousness without saying a word.

"The professor has fainted! Quickly, call the nurse!"

"Call the ambulance directly, and send it to the military headquarters next door immediately!"

……

While technical experts from all over the world are struggling, no one is keenly aware of one thing:

Disconnection is a two-way problem.

Virus authors also lost their only source of funding.

At 19:02 in the evening, China time, the scorching sun of summer is still far across the ocean.

In a dark and damp basement, a shirtless man wearing only a pair of leather pants was spinning around irritably.

He has a short name: Barry Green.

He is the author of the "Badguy" ransomware that ignited the entire online world.

Since the virus broke out on September 9, the entire extortion incident has brought him more than $1 million in black income, almost all of which were remitted to his account in the form of untraceable Bitcoin.

Everything is going according to plan, he will immediately cut off all contact before October, wipe off the traces of the server he rented, and then disappear on the Internet with this huge wealth, preventing anyone from finding him.

...until this afternoon.

Under the attack of the brown bear country hacker group, the online market that can trade bitcoin crashed and was closed, which means that Barry's capital entrance was blocked.

The blackmailed are of course anxious that their files may be destroyed every second;

But Barry is also anxious because he still has the equivalent of more than $600 million in Bitcoin left on that market! !

He had to get the money back, but nights were always full of dreams. Every other day, the FBI had more possibilities to find his hiding place.

Ding dong.

Following the crisp email notification, Barry rushed to the computer.

He hopes to see a new email in his mailbox, preferably with a title such as "A new bitcoin transaction from...", which means that the bitcoin market has resumed operation, and he can quickly transfer Realize your own huge amount of bitcoin.

However, the title of the new email is: [Apology letter from BitcoinMixer, we suffered a malicious network attack early this morning...]

—Who the fuck wants to see this? !

Barry slapped the keyboard angrily, opened the email irritably, and dragged through a lot of meaningless apology texts, but at the end of the email, he found an unexpected discovery.

[BitcoinMixer: In order to maintain our list of super VIP customers, we temporarily set up a small server, which is only used by super VIP customers who hold more than 100 coins.Please log in to the following link...]

The anger and impatience briefly clouded Barry's sanity.

He clicked on the link, and without hesitation, the pop-up [Do you trust this certificate? ] Click [Yes] in the dialog box.

Then, when he was entering the account password, he stopped suddenly.

He realized that he had made a huge mistake: the email was indeed from BitcoinMixer, but their server was down, and they couldn't even guarantee their own security!

This email may be a malicious phishing email, used to defraud his account password!

Barry quickly deleted the account password he hadn't entered yet.

He hadn't logged on to the site yet, with dire consequences.

In the constant fear, Barry went back to confirm the email again, and then immediately opened his connection with the unlocking server, and checked the login status of the server.

[Remote login in progress...]

【Landed successfully. 】

As long as the unlocking server is still under his control, the ransomware all over the world will still obey his orders.

Barry breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and fumbled for the coffee that had been left overnight on the table.

However, when he turned his head again, a downright chill enveloped him completely.

"Snapped".

The coffee mug fell to the ground, shattered and shattered, and the tan liquid spread along the decaying wooden floor like an ominous blood stain.

[Signale: Hello.] (Hello)

On Barry's console interface, it's not just Barry himself and his unlocking server.

Here comes another name.

Before this name appeared, there was even a long series of figures simply built using black and white squares—slender, entrenched, with evil patterns.

This is a viper.

[The authorization information has changed, and the connection has been interrupted. 】

Barry was sweating and kept trying to log in, but the connection could not be restored.

He lost control of his server.

——Just clicked on the email, he didn't even enter the account password.

——In less than 5 minutes, who is this hacker named Signale who directly seized control of his server?

The information in that unlocked server is enough to identify all his crimes these days, enough to send him behind the iron fence... At least 30 years, maybe life imprisonment.

Barry's breathing became faster and faster, and he felt dizzy with extreme fear, not daring to admit that he would be deceived and invaded by unknown people.

He wiped his fingers on the front of his shirt many times, still covered in sweat, and tremblingly touched his keyboard.

[Barrie: Who are you? 】(Who are you?)

[Signale: Stranger.] (Stranger)

[Barrie: What do you want? 】(what do you want?)

【Signale: ..】

The cursor flickered on the screen in vain, and the stranger on the other side didn't answer for a long time.

Barry is almost hallucinating.

He seemed to see a viper crawling out of the screen, climbing up his shoulders along his undulating chest, the delicate and icy snake scales rubbed against his neck, and the slender snake letter whispered in his ear. Hiss.

He's going crazy.

[Barrie: Icangiveyoumoney!by$orbybitcoin,anythingyouwant..PLS!PLS!PLS!] (I can give you money, dollars or bitcoins, whatever you want... Please! Please! Please! )

【Signale: Talkischeap.】(Words are cheap.)

[The conversation has been interrupted. 】

The network has been cut off, and this computer has fallen into the control of the other party.

Not just this computer, but everything on it: his remote servers, multiple versions of the "Badguy" virus, tons of bitcoins, multiple split accounts, even his password saver...

Barrie is still alive at the moment, but [Barrie] is already dead on the Internet.

This is the world of hackers: the winner takes all, and the loser is at his mercy.

Barry stood up suddenly, picked up a chair, smashed his computer to pieces, and burned the hard drive with a lighter to ensure that it could no longer perform any data restoration.

Then he took nothing and rushed out the door.

It was a foggy afternoon in the city outside, dilapidated light signs hung in the narrow alleys of the slums, homeless people huddled in tents next to the trash cans on the street and looked towards this side, the uneven stone roads exuded the stench of garbage.

The red and blue lights of police lights flashed round and round through the cracked windows.

They have come.

……

China time at 21:30 p.m.

D University dormitory building, in an unremarkable dormitory.

Yan Kairui scolded: "Why is the internet so bad today! Can't even play a game?"

Sitting on the side, Wang Gu also watched his game freeze for no reason, so he could only say, "Why don't you forget it tonight, Brother Carry, and preview tomorrow's professional class..."

Yan Kairui still didn't give up, knocked on the router, and then went to the management background to take a look.

He saw a device that was constantly using the network, taking up almost all of the network speed.

Suddenly seemed to remember something, Yan Kairui raised his head and asked, "Well, Brother Ye, are you downloading something?"

There was a moment of silence above, and Shi Ye said "um".

——Brother Ye is using the Internet, so it must not be an idle thing, and he is probably doing awesome programming problems.

Thinking of this, Yan Kairui was completely discouraged, closed his computer, and took out his professional book.

At this time, he didn't know that if he opened the thin black bed curtain, he could see a lot of content flashing on Shiye's computer screen-it was downloading the necessary " key".

These "keys" represent more than 10 virus-infected devices around the world, data worth tens of billions of dollars, and bitcoin cash equivalent to a total of $600 million.