Super Electric Eel Avatar-Chapter 179 Reconnaissance Satellites
Chapter 179 Reconnaissance Satellites
They had to perpetually deal with a network of people as they were. They had received many challenges and had transactions with many people, but had never met anyone who sent demands in a foreign language. Even in an email six months ago from the Japanese Nakagawa Technology Group, it was still written in French.
"To the French government, there is a good thing here! When I was diving in the Atlantic was diving by chance..." Sonnenfeldt frowned and read softly.
Since both parties used translated versions, there were a lot of mistakes in the grammar, which made it difficult to read. The good news was that the content was straightforward and understandable.
"After you confirm the authenticity of the voicemail, please take out $500 million. And please use the top 20 languages in the world." When he had finished, he kept pinching his chin.
His first reaction was that the man was completely bullsh*tting and taking his cell phone to record the sound of the submarine when he was diving. Then why didn't he smash it with his fist? If the submarine sound was so easy to obtain, then the world's sonar anti-submarine network would be a joke?
"This must be some boring hacker using bad psychological tactics!" Sonnenfeldt smiled. "Isn't that just want you want? To arouse my curiosity, let me download this attachment, then let your virus play a role?"
As a 17-year-old, he successfully hacked into an online gaming server and changed his equipment to the highest level. At the age of 21, he was hired as a special technician expert for six Internet companies. Of course, he was good! He was outstanding! And he was certainly confident.
So he went to the computer to test the virus. He would download the attachment and see what the other person was trying to do.
More than 20 MB. It would take only a few seconds to download. Sonnenfeldt first cut off the network connection, then used a security tool to carefully examine it.
"Huh... the technique used to hide it is advanced!" He was like a woman seeing a flash of jewelry. The more advanced it was, the more excited he was.
Clicking on the audio file called "123123", Sonnenfeldt squinted his excited little eyes, ready to see what the person was up to.
Anyway, his testing computer would send all the unknown files which were tested to hardware technology to a empty hard disk, and by connecting to the Internet only at the moment the file downloaded, he simply didn't have to worry about any destruction.
Unexpected processor frequency increased. Memory was unaccounted for. Some files were just background noise.
It was difficult to describe the sound of the sound, and through the two stereo speakers, Sonnenfeldt felt as if he was suddenly plunged into the sea, surrounded by an endless ocean.
As time passed, the furrows on his forehead grew tighter. He had never been a submarine soldier. He didn't know if this was a submarine mechanical noise, but his intuition told him that this round was not coordinated buzz that was synthesized in a technical way.
"Hello, is this the secretary's office of the Élysée Palace? I received a copy of the audio file on the presidential official website, and it was found that there was no virus," he said. "The other party claims that this is the sound of our ruby attack submarine, and I'm sending this to you."
Sonnenfeldt didn't dare say that the other person was extorting $500 million. He was afraid of being asked by the higher ups, "Stupid! You do believe this?"
"Okay!" The voice on the phone was as cold as ever!
At the eastern end of the Champs-Élysées, the Élysée Palace was as famous as the White House in the United States, Buckingham Palace in Britain, and the Kremlin in Russia. It was the presidential palace in France and the symbol of the highest power in the country.
After the email arrived, a few of the palace staff heard it and felt that it was worth paying attention to. So, after some communications, the news eventually got transferred to the naval command.
"Ridiculous!" Anniston, who was assigned to the voiceprint, had serious doubts and was angry. A bunch of staff that just sits in an office, and if a guy says there's an Ultraman, do you have to go and verify it?
Absurdly absurd! But Anniston was only able to sit sullenly on the black sound analysis machine and work with the black headphones. What could he do since it was a command from the Élysée Palace?
They tested the sound of the submarine, not just the crew, but with two stereo systems. It was going to be determined in terms of Hertz, band, frequency, and so on.
In the dim and secluded environment, Anniston, with a bitter face, pressed the transmission button.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. The sound of the condenser was heard, and Anniston's cheeks turned pale. Then he looked at the waveband on the detector, Hertz...
"Ah!" His eyes widened bigger than a dog's head, popped out, and almost broke through his titanium glasses.
"This... This is... This is... This..." Anniston was shocked. Stumbling out of the room, he banged open the door of the chief's office.
"Sir, we're done for... "
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Half an hour later, at the east end of the Champs-Élysées, the presidential office of the Élysée Palace…
"Mr. President, what do you say we do?" Admiral Bailiffe, the commander of the navy, sat down on the red nan-wood chair, and his white brows were almost forced into a line.
The sound of a nuclear-powered submarine was stolen and was the one stationed at the naval base in Djibouti. The investigators had boarded the plane 10 minutes before to fly there, but he knew that there was probably little possibility of it being their own people. Because, from the sound pattern analysis, this was basically from an external device that had snuck up on the submarine and recorded it.
"Did you find out which country did it?" President Kosaki looked at the information in his hands. Who was trying to extort France?
"Not yet!" The one who spoke was the French Network Information Security Chief Earls. He was sitting on the left side of the president and whispered, "The email was sent by an ordinary Google mailbox registered to a server in Japan. We have invaded the server and stolen his registration information, but didn't get any useful information."
"The United States, Japan, Russia, China, these countries are the most suspect! Our ruby submarines are not the most technologically advanced, but at least they have to be at the same level to get access to them," said Admiral Bailiffe.
"But if you want to get this close and record the sound..."
Here he shook his head. "Even the American Ohio and the Russian North Wind have absolutely no way to do that."
"That's right!" The navy commander Chief Bailiffe suddenly thought of something. "Mr. President, last time when we were in the Gulf of Djibouti, we happened to intercept an unknown submarine, but all the sonar was destroyed by an unknown weapon, and then the torpedo used to block it suddenly exploded. The next day, when the deep-sea robot went down, it didn't find the wreckage of submarine nearby, so I have every reason to believe that this incident is related."
"I'm asking what country it belongs to!" President Kosaki thumped the table, sulking. "It's not clear who the enemy is. What is the point for you say this to me?"
"And you!" President Kosaki said in a different tone. "Did the other person say to reply to the message? I believe you will not let me down!"
"Mr. President, please rest assured!" Information Security Chief Earls gave a slight smile with a confident tone, as if he were solving a primary school math problem. "Our security team is prepared. As long as they send an email, we will definitely find out their real address!"
"That is best. They have such advanced submarine technology, so they would also have the best network technology personnel. All you have to do is to trace their true identity," President Kosaki waved and looked tired. "The secretariat will give you the email content to reply back in a minute. Go!"
Half an hour later, 15th and Andornen Street, French Network Information Security…
In the 10-meter-deep underground PXT mainframe room, Sonnenfeldt, who was the first to find the email, looked like the other 21 members of the team. All of had a face prepared for a war. The email was sent out 10 seconds ago, and what they needed to do now was to take advantage of the technology and break down the barriers and finally get the real address.
"The other person is likely to be the at the top of the network world and will have a super large tandem processor computer that is faster than our computing speed," said the Chief of Information Security, Earls.
"But I only ask you one thing: Do you have the confidence to win this war?!"
"Yes!" No one hesitated.
"Ok, starting from now on, monitor the mailbox all day long. Try to get the real terminal address in one minute!"
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Zhongyun City, Bolan Garden, at 7:00 p.m. local time…
Chen Fan, with two large plastic bags full of drinks and snacks, was ready to drive to the dock at the seaside. After such a long time, the other side should have confirmed that his email was true or false. He had to go and see if there were any reply.
As usual, he took the capsule to the stone tower inside the cave. He opened the nuts with force and tossed a handful into his mouth. Chen Fan connected the optic cable and then opened his laptop.
"There it is!" In the PXT mainframe room, Sonnenfeldt suddenly jumped three feet high and dropped a bombshell in the silent machine room.
"GO, GO, GO!" Not knowing who shouted it, and then the whole machine room was filled with typing sounds on keyboards.
The speed of the hands was very outstanding and could have broken the world record.
The backdoor to the Japanese website server had been found by them, and they were constantly monitoring. The only thing to do now was to find the real terminal address of the other party.
"Pa!" After a dazzling array of operations, Sonnenfeldt hit the return key, and a series of ASP source code popped up on the screen, all of which was about the connection information of Chen Fan's mailbox.
"Lock the first springboard IP!" In only seven seconds, Sonnenfeldt reported the IP of the Japanese Google website.
"Ah!" Five seconds later, Sonnenfeldt's eyes popped out, the... the other side did not use the springboard, they were using real I... The I... IP for Internet...
At this point, a member of the team with glasses, shouted, "IP has been identified. The other side is using the maritime satellite network. Right now the North Pacific Communications Satellite is in charge of access."
"F**k you!" Chief Earls smashed the table. Using satellites to surf the Internet, making it difficult to find locations.
Of course, that was just a little difficult!
"Immediately switch our network to a satellite network mode and then use the SPX satellite's Doppler waveband for signal detection."
As time passed, the keyboard tapping sound continued to fill the room. As France's national network information security, they not only had multiple high-speed optical fiber network connection modes, they had 3G wireless network and even national satellite network connection sharing.
Fifty-three seconds later, Sonnenfeldt banged the table and said, "The signal range is locked. The other party's network terminal is 50 nautical miles northwest of the Japanese oil valley, and it is 50 miles ahead of South Korea."
"Concrete coordinates!"
"North latitude 34.49.26, east longitude 129.53.12, signal error not exceeding one nautical mile... "
"Then the other party must be on board!" He took two deep breaths, and this time the President gave him the highest authority to mobilize any needed tools.
"Eames, you immediately inform the defense department that we have locked in the enemy's position, let them calculate the orbit, and find the military reconnaissance satellite that will fly to that area as soon as possible."
Half a minute later, the ministry of defense heard that there was a reconnaissance satellite that was about to arrive in the vicinity of the area after seven minutes and 39 seconds. And one hour and 21 minutes later and eleven hours later, two reconnaissance satellites passed by.
"Let them take digital pictures of them for two miles!" Then he walked up to Sonnenfeldt, stared at the screen, prayed to god, hoping that the other side would not move, so that the satellite would be better able to take pictures.
Maybe God really heard his prayer, and the source of the other party remained fixed and did not move.
After what felt like half a century, the machine room was suddenly filled with a loud bang. "The ministry of defense has transferred photos!"
"Immediately open the pictures with the big central screen!" Earls ran to the huge liquid crystal display wall two meters high on the east side... waiting!
