After the list was announced, Jiang Chen walked towards Reuters’ television production truck.
He used a holographic camouflage system to distort the light and shadow of his facial details and completely turned his face into a different one.
Although he could always hide behind the scenes and assign the task to a Ghost Agent, since they were at the last step before they boot out the Yankees, it would be too boring to enjoy the show as a spectator.
When the reporter, who was testing his equipment, saw a stranger walk to him, he asked with a frown.
“Is there a problem?”
Subconsciously, the British journalist thought he was a representative of a certain organization, because many Asians who spoke Japanese-accent English had come to him and made some strange requests for his evidence collection.
Subjectively, he was very disgusted with this type of behavior, especially when a layman decides to tell him how to do his job. At this moment, when another man approached him, of course, he was not too pleased.
“After the interview starts, please point your camera at the server, and stay on each server for at least two seconds.” After Jiang Chen rehearsed this in his mind, he adjusted his English-level and spoke this in fluent English with a Japanese-accent. He had directly put forward his requests.
“Give each server a shot? Is there any purpose?” The Reuters reporter sneered and said unceremoniously, as he put his equipment aside, “I don’t need a layman to tell me how to do my job. I will ensure every second of my footage will give the most objective perspective!”
“It’s very meaningful, and it doesn’t conflict with anything,” Jiang Chen put on a serious expression when he answered the reporter’s question, and said, “We have to make sure that every server is inside the room. You just need to give all the servers a close-up shot before the interview. Then, after the interview is over, I’ll purchase the material in your memory card for a price of 10,000 pounds per second.”
“Deal!”
Without any hesitation, the reporter agreed to Jiang Chen’s request.
Ten thousand pounds a second!
This is basically raining money!
And all he needed to do was to give a close-up shot of the servers and the man did not request him to put the shots in the interview. In principle, this action would not violate his professional ethics.
Only a fool would not earn this free money!
“There were twenty servers in the photo…”
“I understand,” Jiang Chen took out his phone, shook it, and smiled in the reporter’s zealous sight. “I will pay you the deposit for twenty servers first. Based on the agreed two seconds, the total is 400,000 pounds. As for how much you can get, it’s all up to you.”
The transfer was completed quickly.
After Jiang Chen watched the reporter leave, a subtle grin remained on his face and he gave an okay gesture to Gill, who was standing next to him. The latter looked at Jiang Chen in a daze at this moment. Her look of respect had turned into an expression of worship.
Just half a minute ago, while Jiang Chen took out his phone and transferred money to the reporter, Gill had quietly installed the data transmission laser probe on the camera the reporter had been working with.
…
At noon, the organizations distributed water and food to the protesters for free. The money for the purchase of food and water came from donations received from society. As for who made these donations, it was naturally the Sumitomo Foundation.
With his eyes fixed on the demonstrators outside the military base, Sumitomo Kenichi’s fists were clenched, and he kept praying in his mind, praying that the man was really as confident as he was, and he could finally defeat the CIB.
Otherwise, his decision to rashly use the influence of the Sumitomo Group to stand with the wrong crowd was enough to tank the reputation he had built in his family, and cross him off the list of candidates for the future head of the family.
Two hours passed, and it was two o’clock in the afternoon.
The invited reporters and experts entered the military base under the escort of soldiers.
To prevent someone from taking photos along the way, everyone’s electronic equipment must be turned in before they arrived at the destination. After they reached the destination, their equipment would be returned to the reporter’s hands.
Since they entered Room 014, the UA soldiers had been keeping a close watch of Xinhua News Agency and CCTV reporters.
In their view, without inviting the Xin media, only these people could help the old cunning fox Jiang Chen and his Ghost Agents play tricks.
In the Yankee’s distrustful sights, those reporters from Hua were naturally quite dissatisfied and stared back. The French stood aside, and several reporters gathered around a computer expert to comment on these servers.
As for the British…
The BBC reporter set up their camera properly, while the Reuters reporter entered the room and scurried between the servers like a treasure hunter. He was very persistent and gave each server a close-up shot.
The UA soldier stared at the strange behavior of this British reporter and was somewhat confused, but he did not question his behavior.
One was because the two countries had always worked closely together, and Reuters had always followed the direction pointed out by the British government. The second was that giving each server a close-up was meaningless in the eyes of Thomas and the others because from when the photo was taken till now, no one had ever touched these servers.
Not even a single touch!
Although there were ten media companies in attendance, there were only four protagonists here. Ten cameras were ready and aimed at the row of servers, and the British journalist finally ended his “treasure hunt” at this moment and returned to the Reuters team.
The terminal to access the servers was provided by the UA military.
Since Thomas was certain there was no problem with these servers, in order to cooperate with the media on the investigation process with more transparency, he specially brought the projector from the conference room and projected the interface of the terminal onto the white screen.
In order to avoid suspicion, the experts appointed by the Associated Press were selected last to go.
The first to examine the servers was the expert appointed by AFP.
After Thomas had the server plugged in, the curly-haired French expert pressed the power button and stepped forward in a responsible manner. After about half an hour, the expert finally shook his head, walked back to the AFP reporter, and gave a rather conservative answer.
“From the program, I don’t see any problems. At least for now, it can be proved that there is no T virus data in these servers.”
The next one up was an expert from Hua.
The information technology expert also stepped forward to check carefully, but the result was the same as the previous French expert’s conclusion. However, he still had doubts about whether the UA had committed fraud, as the expert said.
“There is no problem with the software. I’m requesting permission to disassemble the server and check the hardware to define the source of these servers—”
“Request rejected.” Thomas said without hesitation, “All inspections are limited to a software perspective. This is our bottom line! We can’t allow you to do something on our server because of your unprovoked accusations.”
The expert was forcefully removed, and a British expert was up next.
The first two experts had done their best, and the British expert obviously did not look too confident. After he had operated on the terminal for some time, he shook his head and gave his spot to the expert from the UA.
When Thomas saw that the expert appointed by his side step up, there was a triumphant smile on his face
At this moment, he could already conclude that they have won this round of confrontations.
Celestial Trade may be betting that they will not open the barracks, or they may be waiting for an opportunity to enter the military base and get their hands on the servers, but no matter what the calculations they had a minute ago, when the last expert started to operate on the terminal, they lost all chances of winning.
In the sight of Lieutenant General Thomas and Major General Howard, the expert appointed by the Associated Press stood forward.
The old man over fifty years old pushed his glasses, walked to the camera, and spoke slowly.
“The first three experts didn’t see any problems. I don’t think I can find anything either.”
After a pause, the information technology expert from California shrugged, and then said, “From the beginning, I thought it was a farce, and now it seems that there is nothing wrong with my inference. Someone tried to pour dirty water and obviously, they have shot themselves in the foot. However, in a responsible manner, I will follow-through with the inspection process to the end.”
As he spoke, he coughed slightly, straightened his collar, and walked to the terminal connected to the servers.
“Then, I’ll restart the server first.”
As he spoke, he pressed the reset button.
Just like the previous few times, the green signal light turned on, and the servers were operating stably.
When Mr. Tanaka was deleting the T virus data, he formatted the server quite thoroughly and did not leave any clues that may connect it back to the T virus. If it were not for special means, with several days or even months of hard work, it was impossible to restore the formatted data.
When the Hua expert proposed to disassemble the machine, it could have been a good way to prove that the servers were from Takeda Pharmaceuticals, but the UA would never agree with this request. Even if everyone was reluctant to accept the truth, they could only watch as the restart button was being pressed and wait for Thomas to proclaim his “victory”.
But at this moment, the UA expert was stunned.
Thomas and Howard were stunned.
Everyone was stunned.
As well as people who were in other parts of Nippon and even around the world that watched the broadcast live.
The start-up screen was still the same, and the interface did not change.
However, a line of words popped out on the screen and stung…
[T virus database, restarting…]
[Restart successful, loading…]
A long stream of data spewed out from the text box on the left side of the screen, and the rotating three-dimensional image on the right side was the morphological structure of the T virus and the RNA molecular chain. At this moment, all this data was projected on to the white screen.
Thomas’s eyes turned red, and he rushed to unplug the power, but it was too late.
The ten media companies on the scene were all live broadcasting this event, and this scene had been broadcasted to every corner of the world.
The UA expert was completely dazed as his finger still hovered above the restart button.
He had yet to recover from the fact that…
He had done a huge favor for humanity…
