Vincent Moore thought about it, stopped hesitating, quickly copied the phone number from the text ssage, and dialed it...
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On the other side.
Inside the Paradise Hotel room.
Nathalie Quinlan had just closed the matching ga on her computer and was about to stretch her hands and help with a check.
Who knew, her phone suddenly flashed with a strange call.
Not many people knew her phone number in Beijing; those who did were all acquaintances.
Nathalie picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, her dark eyes montarily contemplative, but in the end, she nonchalantly answered.
"Hello?"
The girl’s voice was very distinctive.
Slightly husky with an undertone of casualness and indifference.
There was a mont of silence on the other end.
Nathalie patiently asked again, "Hello?"
The person on the other end seed flustered and stamred, "I’m sorry, I got the wrong number."
"?"
Before she could figure it out, the other party had already hung up.
Nathalie frowned slightly, placed the phone back, and her gaze returned to the computer, inputting the code, proceeding with the decryption system.
Torre was using cutting-edge technology in his phone, the verification defense system was no simpler in principle than an iris system.
These types of systems have a hallmark.
If soone other than the owner tried to forcibly decrypt it using other thods, the system might directly format the phone.
Even if decrypted, it would be useless.
Because nothing of value would be left inside.
After that call ended, the WhatsApp video call returned to normal.
Nathalie’s hands flew over the keyboard, her speed extrely fast, not a flurry, but a confident mastery of all things.
"How’s it going?"
Amadeus Yancey’s deep, calm voice ca from the other end of the phone.
Nathalie’s eyelids lowered slightly, without even lifting her eyes, she roughly used computer simulation technology to check Torre’s phone system, in a very casual tone: "Well, it’s alright."
Inside her hotel room, apart from the video call with Amadeus Yancey, there was no one else around her. Nathalie was very relaxed, without holding back her innate arrogance. When she said "it’s alright," her brow bones were full of willfulness, quite wild!
But she had the foundation for her arrogance.
Nathalie refocused her attention on the computer, her hand paused slightly, and amidst her busyness, she told him: "It’ll take so ti."
Amadeus Yancey rarely heard her say it needs ti, he raised his lips, chuckled: "How long?"
"Hmm?" Nathalie thought for a mont, her dark eyes looking at him: "An hour."
The Ninth Institute’s Wallace Radcliff Mario Cagwin needed half a day.
The Hacker Alliance also replied saying at least half a day.
When it cos to her turn, well, with a light-hearted remark needing so ti, the result is just an hour.
Nathalie even thought an hour was a bit long, she lowered her eyelids, kindly explained: "His phone’s system is a bit complex, not a system seen on the market."
"It should be a specialized encryption system used by Inderia. I need to create a software specifically to decrypt it."
"Actually, decrypting the system doesn’t take ti, primarily making this software requires a bit of ti."
Nathalie regretted that otherwise, she could control and decrypt all the phone’s passwords remotely in a shorter ti.
"About an hour should do. If you’re in a hurry, I can go a bit faster."
Her usual hand speed wasn’t her fastest, her top speed could be a bit faster, saving about ten minutes in the process.
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