Ghost Protocol: Dimensionality Reduction Strike

"In my sandbox, bullets are just the crudest toys. Data is the god that erases everything." A year ago, a well-planned "accident" wiped out the top security response team. A year later, a man who always wore a smart suit and a gentle smile walked into the deserted sandy city in a lawless land. Facing the enemy's heavy self-propelled artillery, he tapped the keyboard to turn the muzzle of the gun and flatten the enemy's headquarters; Facing the arms giant's heavily armored mecha, he implanted a backdoor, turning the indestructible armor into a steel coffin that strangled its master; Facing the unfathomable capital empire, he turned into a liquidation vulture and drained the enemy's blood on the smokeless financial battlefield. He is a pretender with a thousand faces, a fraudster who walks in the gray area, and the only tyrant in the online world. When the huge mysterious network "Abyss" hid in an armed island with absolute physical isolation and shivered, Fu Yuan pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses: "Do you think it's safe if you unplug the network cable? Sorry, I'm not only a hacker, I also know a little bit about physics."