As usual, Lin Feng was hiding in a dark and damp corner of the city. It was an abandoned underground factory, full of the smell of decay and rust. The dim lights flickered, reflecting his focused and slightly tired face. He stared at the dilapidated terminal in front of him, which was made up of various patchwork parts. His fingers were tapping on the keyboard, and complex codes were jumping quickly on the screen.
Lin Feng is a hacker who has been working at the bottom for many years. He relies on this technology to survive in this cyberpunk world where the jungle is strong. For this mission, he had been fighting for three days and three nights. The goal was to hack into the database of a small company, obtain the trade secrets, and then sell them to competitors in exchange for a reward that would be enough to sustain him for the next half of the month.
"It's almost there, just the last step left." Lin Feng whispered to himself, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and his eyes revealed tension and anticipation. As the last line of code was entered, a prompt for successful intrusion popped up on the screen. Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and began to quickly copy the data.
However, before he had time to relax, the screen suddenly flickered, followed by a string of unfamiliar codes that spread quickly like a raging tide, swallowing up his operating interface.
"Damn it! It's an anti-tracking program!" Lin Feng's expression suddenly changed. He had never encountered such a powerful and rapid countermeasure. He immediately tried to cut off the network connection, but when his fingers were frantically operating on the keyboard, he realized that everything was out of control.
