Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System-Chapter 639 - 595: Excitement!
Ring ring, ring ring.
In this eerie atmosphere, the phones in the office started ringing almost simultaneously.
The staff responsible for answering these calls turned pale after hearing the content.
They immediately stood up and ran to Davis, handing their wireless phones to him.
Looking at the array of phones in front of him, Davis furrowed his brows and angrily shouted:
"What the hell is going on, get out of here, can't you see I'm busy? Answer the phone, go to hell with answering calls." (PS: Although he was speaking English, that's roughly the translation. Hehe.)
However, hearing Davis's outburst, the staff did not leave.
Despite their timid expressions, they persisted in handing the phones over and cautiously said:
"Boss, it's a call from the Department of Defense of the United States. Their head wants you to take the call."
"Boss, this call is from the Communications Authority, their head wants you to answer."
"Boss, I've got New York's chief on the phone, and he wants you to take the call."
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Listening to these voices, Davis felt his heart sink to the bottom. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
He didn't need to think to know why these people were calling him.
So many satellites had lost control at the same time, which meant they had stopped working simultaneously.
The consequences of this are unimaginable.
The impact on society would be tumultuous beyond measure.
To state the obvious, many cities' communications are currently disrupted.
Moreover, one critical point is that many GPS systems worldwide have stopped working.
Looking at the phones being handed to him, Davis's lips quivered twice, yet he dared not answer.
It's not that he didn't want to, but he genuinely didn't dare.
He didn't know what they would say after he answered, or what awaited him.
There's no doubt the anger of those bigwigs would fall upon him.
Could he possibly endure the wrath of so many bigwigs? Clearly not.
It's a joke; he has no confidence in communicating with them now.
Even though those big shots once begged him to help launch research satellites, now there's nothing but harsh words awaiting him.
Just then, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
This call was essentially his private phone number, not readily available to most.
But Davis was utterly annoyed at this moment.
The already sour mood was worsened by the ringing phone.
With a gloomy expression, he pulled out the phone, ready to toss it away.
But upon seeing the incoming number, his raised hand froze in mid-air.
Gulping hard, he reluctantly retrieved the phone and pressed the answer button.
There's no choice; the number displayed on the screen was too significant, leaving him no room to refuse.
If he rejected this call today, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Who was calling? Was there even a need to ask?
Of course, it was an older gentleman nicknamed "Mr. Kick-the-Bucket."
At the moment, he had no courage to refuse this call.
With a trembling hand, he pressed the answer button and brought the phone to his ear.
Before he could speak, a quivering rant came through from the other side.
Though the caller's voice was frail and slightly trembling, indicating he was well past his prime,
the words themselves were chillingly cold, and before Davis could speak, a torrent of accusations poured through:
"Davis, what the hell are you doing? Why is our entire communication system affected?
What are you up to? Do you want to eat a bullet?
Oh dear, I miss my mom. Mom, where are you?..."
The initial rant was intense, but eventually, perhaps due to angering "Mr. Kick-the-Bucket," he began speaking nonsense.
He even started calling for his mom.
For a moment, this sent a shiver through Davis's heart:
"Re- re- respected Mr. Kick-the-Bucket, we've lost control over many satellites, but rest assured, I'll regain control immediately. Please trust me, I will complete the mission."
Beep beep beep...
However, before he could complete his sentence, the caller hung up directly.
This prompted Davis to breathe a sigh of relief.
Luckily, "Mr. Kick-the-Bucket" seemed somewhat senile, indirectly letting him off the hook.
Currently, Davis must resolve this issue before "Mr. Kick-the-Bucket" regains clarity, regain satellite control, and resume operations.
Only then might he have a chance.
Regarding the other calls, Davis had no time to attend to them.
He waved his hand for the staff to take away the phones, then personally went to command his subordinates to regain satellite control.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes.
No matter how they attempted, they couldn't crack the firewall.
Time ticked by, reaching five minutes.
Suddenly, a voice of excitement rang throughout the hall:
"Oh my God! Wonderful, my God! I cracked their firewall! I did it! Yes, I did it!"
This voice was no less than a refreshing rain in a drought.
It was like drinking an ice-cold beverage in the scorching summer, energizing everyone.
Since he could crack it, surely others could find an opening.
Thus, this matter had a slight breakthrough.
This eased Davis's mind slightly.
However, midway through the voice of joy, it abruptly stopped.
The initially excited eyes turned instantly to terror.
[To be continued....]
