No. 3 quietly observed the virtual soldier standing in front of him, analyzing its data status bit by bit, very patiently.
The surrounding virtual soldiers were silent and watching all this.
After about a minute, No. 3 was still analyzing silently, but the virtual soldiers around him began to make a commotion for some unknown reason.
"Hmm~" No. 3 frowned, looked at the virtual soldiers around him, and sent a message: "Who gave you permission to move?"
In the Protoss warship network, the three Protoss Nightcrawler leaders have the highest authority. By default, as long as the Nightcrawlers are present, the virtual soldiers will remain silent unless they receive an order.
Now there is no order, but thousands of virtual soldiers around are rioting... This is the problem.
As the message from No. 3 spread, the virtual soldiers suddenly fell silent once again as if they had been immobilized.
Number 3 stood up and let go of the virtual soldier in front of him. He had already checked that the data structure on this thing was normal, but there was a trace of modification.
What was modified was his identification code. The modification method was very clever and left almost no trace, but it could not be hidden from the eyes of the nightwalker.
Facts show that this virtual soldier has been switched, and the real intruder is most likely hidden among these virtual soldiers.
And now, these virtual soldiers are rioting independently, which further illustrates this point!
Nightcrawler stood up, looked around at all the virtual soldiers, and said solemnly: "Each of you, mark your identification codes, and then stand in a row... Damn it, come back here!"
Before he could finish his words, nearly a thousand virtual soldiers broke out into an uncontrollable uproar and began to run around, heading towards various data channels in an irregular manner.
The virtual soldiers are all a group of data, how fast they are, and the turmoil happened without any warning. It broke out suddenly, and No. 3 had no time to respond effectively.
"Damn it!" Number Three watched the virtual soldiers disappear one after another, knowing that he had been tricked.
He immediately contacted the main control brain of the battleship: "Master brain, lock the unknowns of all the virtual soldiers who have been present before and destroy them all."
"The command was received, and the command authority was checked. It is S level... The permissions of the virtual soldier's data information are the highest SSS level. The command is judged to be invalid."
"..." No. 3 was surprised, and immediately arrived at the location of the main control brain, preparing to enter the main control brain system from the administrator's backend entrance to check the problem.
But as soon as he entered, he found that the entrance to the backstage was blocked by someone, so he immediately started to crack it, but he found that the other party used an extremely sophisticated loop lock. It was impossible to crack it in a short time.
The current situation is that Nightcrawler's power allows Number Three to easily destroy the main control computer, but if you want to view the virtual soldier data inside... I'm sorry, please become a system administrator first.
Time passed quickly. Number Three knew that the longer time passed, the deeper the opponent would be able to hide. He had no time to solve this broken logic lock here. As soon as he discovered this situation, he immediately withdrew from the virtual network of the battleship and returned to
Among the flagships.
Once here, he did not return to his body. As soon as he reached the main ship's virtual network, he immediately contacted the main control brain on the battleship: "I need a backup of the virtual soldiers serving on the Z125 battleship."
Z125 is the number of the battleship that was breached before.
The main control brain of the main battleship is still normal. Numbers 1 and 2 are in charge here. With the skills of the other party, they will definitely not dare to cause trouble.
Number 3 quickly obtained the information, and then issued an order to the main control brain: "Take over the control authority of the Z125 battleship and lock all data channels on the spacecraft!"
"Order received."
Less than a second later, a holographic image of Z125 appeared in front of No. 3, indicating that the main control brain had obtained full authority over the battleship and had closed the battleship's data interface.
"Query the data entry and exit records of each data port." No. 3 immediately ordered.
After a while, the record came out. It showed that in the past two seconds, more than a hundred data flow records were recorded.
These data eventually flowed to almost the entire Protoss fleet, one hundred battleships. Every battleship received the data.
"Damn it!" No. 3 yelled angrily, and he was one step too late.
This opponent's hands and feet are unusually fast. Now, the opponent has created a fog that envelopes the entire fleet. If you want to create this mouse, you have to investigate every virtual soldier in all the battleships... No, just
Virtual soldiers are no longer enough, it should be every piece of data.
This is not a job that can be completed in a short time.
Number Three gave up in despair. He emerged from the virtual network, returned to the air, and then entered his own body again.
"How's it going?" Number 2 asked.
Number 3 first mapped the information he obtained onto the holographic light screen, and then said: "This is a difficult opponent. He may not be strong, but he is proficient in hiding skills."
After reading the information, No. 1 chuckled: "No. 3, I rarely see you make such a mistake. You were too careless this time."
No. 3 nodded: "I underestimated the minds of the people on Earth. They captured our infiltrators, must have read the information in them, and then made a lot of preparations for this anti-submarine operation, so this time, he step by step
Walking ahead of me."
"It's really a headache to have such a smart dweller hidden in our network." No. 2 sighed.
"I will find him. It's just a matter of time." Number Three promised.
No. 1 nodded. He still didn't pay much attention to today's matter. He was just a dweller. Even if he had some brains and successfully sneaked into their network, he was still just a dweller and could only hide in the darkness. If
As soon as he appears, you can crush him to death with a wave of his hand.
Such a mouse that can only hide in the dark, even if it can cause some damage, it will not affect the overall situation.
Moreover, since the Protoss's Think Tank No. 3 has realized the importance of the matter, he will naturally go all out, believing that this mouse will be caught soon.
Number 1 looked at the virtual world controlled by the main control brain of the main ship and spacecraft, and said with a smile: "Okay, our starry sky world is mature and ready to release trial larvae."
This virtual world was created by Number Three and should have been controlled by Number Three, but now he is responsible for finding human invaders, so the person in charge was changed to Number Two.
Number 2 quickly manipulated the virtual world, opening data interfaces group by group, while closely monitoring the game data, and reported: "The port is opened. The game world: "Under the Stars" can accept larval consciousness."
"Upload!" Command No. 1.
Suddenly, a light flashed in the Protoss base located in a large ecological circle on Mars. This light was connected to the flagship master control brain in the outer space of Mars, and nearly 100,000 Protoss larvae had entered the game.
"The world is huge, and 100,000 people is too few. Let those imprisoned Earthlings enter the game and let them play ordinary players." No. 1 said
There are approximately one billion of these surviving earthlings, and they are specially raised by the gods for consumption. At this time, the virtual game is launched, and these earthlings can be used to play the role of players who have been ravaged by fate.
No. 2 nodded: "I will distribute virtual helmets to every earthling as soon as possible. I think they will definitely be happy to participate in the game compared to their miserable life on Mars."
During this period of time, No. 3 was not idle either. He was still searching for traces of Earth infiltrators.
About half an hour later, he announced the new result: "I am now certain that he is not in our battleship network."
"Then where could he be?" No. 2 frowned, feeling that the problem seemed to be getting serious.
"Are you sure?" This time, even No. 1, who had always been calm and composed, felt troubled. In such a short time, the other party actually hid so deeply. This is not a small skill.
"In the past half hour, I have searched all the data of all battleships, and I am sure of this." No. 3 reiterated.
"Our current virtual network is not complicated. Apart from the battleship network, there is still this virtual world in front of us. I am sure that this guy is hiding in this game." No. 3 said decisively.
At this time, all the protoss larvae have entered the virtual world, and some of the human prisoners on Mars have also entered. At the same time, there are a large number of NPCs in the virtual world that increase the difficulty of the game. Such a huge world, with vast data like a sea of stars, wants to enter it.
Finding a deliberately hidden data body, a word, is difficult!
No. 3 covered his head: "I'm starting to hate this virtual game now."
"You can't stop eating because of choking because of a little mouse. The game can't stop, but we must find him!" Number 1 issued the order, and until now, he still failed to fully appreciate the power of this infiltrator.
This is the natural contempt and disdain of the Nightcrawler for the lower-level dwellers. Because of his presence, the other party is destined to hide in the darkness.
He always believed that a hidden dark walker could not destroy his plan, at most it would only have a slight influence.