This ssage.
Not dia.
But sent as an email in different languages around the world, received by hundreds of thousands of people. After reading, despite the surprise, it quickly spread based on the principle of gossip.
For a mont.
The internet was in an uproar.
"Is it real?"
"I don’t know, the sender isn’t recognized, it’s anonymous."
"It looks fake."
"Why?"
"Would Myanmar Bank Group be so easily fooled? You use their stuff to develop sothing claiming to be a new product, and they can’t find out? That’s a joke, this logic doesn’t make sense."
"True."
"Myanmar Bank Group isn’t stupid, it must be a prank, believing it would be an insult to intelligence."
"Makes sense."
"But what about the other party’s purpose?"
"The purpose is simple, a prank, what more purpose is needed? Attracting attention is the purpose. I strongly condemn those unscrupulous hackers who dare to spread rumors and distort the facts."
"Condemn the hackers."
"Arrest them."
"..."
At first.
After the shocking news, public opinion was relatively calm because the logic was indeed hard to stand. If based on transcription fluid preparation, then why did Myanmar dicine Group have that statent?
Therefore.
Comprehensive judgnt.
Many believe this is a low-level rumor. Many also start to ponder, especially those seeking cooperation but failing, recalling Duha Research Institute indeed has many oddities.
Didn’t think much before.
Now.
Once the oddities are magnified, they beco suspicious points.
...
Germany.
Duha Research Institute.
"Bang!"
Fred suddenly lost his balance, feeling panicked, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. Over these months, not a day went by without worrying that the lie would be exposed, and now, the day has finally co.
Yes.
Public opinion isn’t completely one-sided yet.
But.
This signifies the exposure of the matter. No matter what, if it can be uncovered, it ans the person isn’t one of them. When the veil of the lie is lifted a bit, full exposure isn’t far off.
What to do?
What to do?
Fred paced back and forth in the office.
Anxious as can be.
Right.
He clapped his hands. His brain was onto sothing. The setup was by the consortiums, he was just an executor. Now, he shouldn’t be the only one distressed. There are also those consortiums who did a lot for this, ask them.
Imdiately.
Picked up the phone.
"Hello."
On the other end.
Still the cold voice of the man.
Fred respectfully said, "Sir, are you aware of the rumors online?"
"I am."
"Then..."
"We’re investigating. For now, stay in the office, don’t go anywhere." After speaking, the sound of dial tone ca through. Fred was stunned for a mont, then saw the door being pushed open.
Two n in black walked in.
"Who are you?"
Fred was startled.
What does this an?
Suspect him?
Bro.
Damn, didn’t keep the secret well, suspect for what? Hopefully not planning to silence . Thinking of this, Fred felt a surge of fear, even if he didn’t leak, he knew too much.
Often.
Those who know too much beco scapegoats in unfavorable situations.
...
Elsewhere.
Greece.
An old man vacationing by the sea wore a somber expression.
"Who leaked it?"
"Investigating," the butler softly replied nearby.
"What about public opinion?"
"Temporarily stable, but this seed has taken root in people’s minds. Myanmar Bank Group definitely knows by now, indicating this plan is already ruined."
Conspiracy.
Aid at deceiving, keeping the opponent oblivious.
Now.
The conspiracy is exposed, almost becoming an open plan, no, not even an open plan, just a joke. This email has completely wasted months of their performance.
Although.
The performance wasn’t that great.
Of course.
Can’t admit it verbally.
"Investigate."
"Yes."
Twenty minutes later.
"Found it."
"Who?"
"A hacker from South Africa, freelance, bored and wanted to play a prank, so he fabricated this rumor to see the outside world’s reaction, and we have captured him."
"..."
Africa?
Hacker?
What does this an? Disrupted by a local?
"Fabricated? Not instructed by anyone?"
"Questioning is ongoing."
"Hurry."
"Yes."
Ten minutes later, new information arrived, "He fabricated it, said that while out shopping today, overheard a conversation between two passersby ntioning this possibility, decided to just make a prank."
"We’ve checked this person, he has so talent and likes playing pranks, often ddling in South Africa’s internet. The whole thing logically has no issues, should be an accident."
"..."
Accident?
The old man didn’t believe it.
This matter.
Involves too much, disrupted by a hacker from a small nation. How to explain to others? An insignificant character from so unknown corner isn’t enough to calm their anger.
"Start with this person and continue investigating."
"Yes."
Stop?
Impossible, the old man couldn’t shake the feeling of sothing amiss, but within a minute, new information arrived: the hacker was adept at lock-picking, attempted to escape, was caught by the action team, and t God on the spot.
"Are you kidding ?"
The old man was dumbfounded.
Is this... case closed on site?
Alright.
No witness to testify.
Closed.
But.
Less than an hour later, another mass email arrived in nurous mailboxes. Instantly, the incident escalated once again, and after reading the email content, the old man was so furious he almost jumped into the sea himself.
"My na is Hass, a minor figure from South Africa, also a hacker, typically enjoying doing so interesting things like synthesizing so photos and sending them to the dia."
"Or, entering others’ computers, stealing private photos, uploading or selling them to the concerned party, earning a bit of reward this way, routinely sending prank emails."
"..."
"This email is my twenty-first scheduled email, representing twenty-one events that might have endangered , for eight years, this email had never been sent."
"The previous twenty were deleted each ti I updated, you don’t need to know, just need to know about the most recent event possibly threatening my safety."
"Duha Research Institute."
"..."
Verbose, over a thousand words, introducing his life and deeds, accompanied by a video of him being taken from ho, with explanations, saying he left it as a final safeguard.
"Pop!"
The old man was infuriated.
Safe guard?
Your so-called safeguard, why didn’t you ntion during interrogation? Also, were our own experts just useless? Didn’t they invade his computer, even missing this secret door.
"..."
His hacker team also cried foul.
Experts.
Not Gods.
Who would have thought this guy had such a safeguard? Caught off guard, moreover, he used this particular computer quite stealthily, using the neighbor’s line, who would’ve anticipated he’d have this setup.
This ti.
It’s considered capsized.
User Comments
0 comments from readers