Assistant Shelton happened to knock and enter to show Damian Knight a docunt, so Damian Knight instructed Assistant Shelton to take Sumr Monroe to The Vanguard.
Before leaving, Damian Knight repeatedly instructed, "Call imdiately if anything happens."
He sounded just like a nagging mom.
Sumr Monroe nodded helplessly and went to The Vanguard with Assistant Shelton.
The Vanguard was in complete chaos; everyone was preparing to look for Stella Monroe.
With Damian Knight’s prior instructions, Sumr Monroe received a VIP treatnt as soon as she walked in.
The vice captain personally showed her the way.
"Miss Monroe, this way please. This room is the monitoring room. The system crashed completely today. I calculated the timing, and it happened exactly an hour ago, just around the ti we realized Stella Monroe disappeared."
Sumr Monroe nodded and stepped inside.
She saw several technicians from The Vanguard sweating profusely as they worked on restoring the system.
"Vice captain." One of the technicians saw the vice captain who had brought Sumr Monroe and quickly stood up to greet him.
"Don’t mind , just continue. By the way, how’s the restoration going?"
The technician shook his head helplessly: "Although it has been identified that soone hacked into the system, creating a loophole and injecting a virus that paralyzed the monitoring system, this virus is extrely formidable. Despite our efforts, we haven’t been able to remove the virus."
The vice captain was surprised and asked, "What kind of virus is this that even you all can’t handle it?"
The person shook his head: "This virus can’t be removed directly; the code must be cracked, but it’s too complex. We might need another day."
"That long?"
The vice captain said to Sumr Monroe with a face full of guilt, "Miss Monroe, I’m really sorry, they say it will take at least another day. Maybe you should go back and wait for news?"
"It’s okay, let give it a try." Sumr Monroe said as she approached the technician, surprising the vice captain: "Can I borrow the computer?"
The technician asked in astonishnt, "You know how to crack codes?"
"I’ll give it a try."
The technician looked questioningly at the vice captain.
The Vanguard is special, and non-mbers aren’t usually allowed to touch the computers.
The vice captain nodded and said, "Let Miss Monroe try; she’s a friend of the captain."
"Understood, Miss Monroe, please." The technician gestured "please" and handed over the computer to Sumr Monroe.
This technician was the captain of The Vanguard’s technical departnt, and when others saw their captain giving his seat to a young girl, they couldn’t help but whisper.
"What does the vice captain an by this? Does he think we’re not even as good as a little girl, so he brought a girl to crack the virus code?"
"And our captain too; he actually gave her his seat. This isn’t a place for little girls to play."
A few people whispered for a few years, and couldn’t help but lean over to their captain and whisper.
At first, the captain didn’t think much of it; if a little girl wanted to try, let her try.
But after hearing his team mbers’ comnts, he started feeling uneasy.
In the field of computer technology, it’s mostly dominated by n.
On the dark web’s hacker rankings, not even a single woman ranks in the top fifty; the vice captain brought a woman, and such a young girl at that. It felt a bit like an insult to them.
"Enough talking." The technical captain said seriously: "There’s no way she’ll succeed anyway. Since she’s a friend of the captain, let her try; we have nothing to lose."
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