Ye Biao was wearing a pair of small trousers and put a few cans of beer on the table. His eyes were shining and his face was full of murderous intent. He asked Gu Hao: "Are you ready?"
"The software has been debugged, and I have shared this small software with the group, and they are also sharing it with other groups." Gu Hao also rarely looked serious.
"Okay, today we have to fight hard. Let the brothers below listen carefully. We can't weaken the name of our two heroes of Yanjing. We must post quickly to show them how powerful we are!"
Gu Hao said in a low voice: "Just wait and see. If it doesn't work, I will block their ID directly."
Ye Biao was ashamed: "Did you really crack the backend?"
"It has been broken a long time ago." Gu Hao said.
Ye Biao was immediately overjoyed: "Okay, it's really great."
Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.
At this time, Tang Xiaobao’s Weibo account was almost completely dominated by black fans.
These anti-fans all posted posts to celebrate.
“Warm celebration, Tang Selang’s Weibo has been hacked!”
"Running around to tell each other, the massacre was successful!"
"You idiots, come on, keep fighting!"
"Yes, yes, come on, come on, aren't you die-hard fans of Tang Xiaobao? Come out and continue to hurt!"
Tang Xiaobao's fans suddenly became quiet.
No one spoke.
The number of abusive posts continues to surge, and these anti-fans still haven’t stopped.
And what they said became increasingly unpleasant.
11:10 p.m.
Under Tang Xiaobao's Weibo, a large number of loyal fans suddenly appeared.
Chibi Maruko-chan: "Fight, you naughties!"
In less than a minute, all the posts were changed.
It’s all praise for Tang Xiaobao.
When the anti-fans saw it, they became anxious and immediately wanted to fight back.
But no matter how they fought back, it was completely ineffective.
Every second, the number of posts on Weibo increases by thousands or tens of thousands.
Posts posted by black fans will almost never appear on the homepage, and they will be completely crowded out without a trace.
Chibi Maruko-chan's appeal was astonishing, and with more than 100,000 fans as the core team, she launched a comprehensive counterattack.
The battle was almost one-sided.
These black fans have no power to fight back.
In previous attacks, black fans also temporarily formed more than ten groups, and the number of people in the groups exceeded 10,000.
Less than five minutes into the attack, these groups began to become lively.
"It's over, holy shit, they've launched a full-scale counterattack."
"Hold on, brothers, and kill them."
"I'm doing some knitting. I can't stand it. How many people are here? There seem to be more than 70,000 of us. Why can't I see my posts?"
"Are there any laws of heaven? This is going against heaven. Are they still human beings?"
"I know, it was Chibi Maruko-chan who brought someone to take revenge."
"Who is Chibi Maruko-chan?"
"My roommate is a fan there, and Chibi Maruko-chan is the captain of their anti-rape team."
"The anti-rape team? Are you treating us as devils? No, we have to take revenge. Everyone, let's go and try again."
"It's useless. Just wait and we'll counterattack later. I'll take it up with them tonight."
"Holy shit, my account has been blocked."
"I can't post anymore."
"Does your account still exist? My account directly says that it does not exist. I have sent hundreds of messages and they are definitely gone."
"Same, mine also has the same prompt."
"Did Weibo officials intervene? This makes no sense!"
It's just ten minutes.
A thousand accounts were directly deleted.
In the dormitory of Yan University, Gu Hao's hands were like flying, he kept moving the mouse, and after a while he was operating a small program he had written.
Ye Biao on the side was completely dumbfounded and murmured: "I'm going to choke you. I didn't know you were so awesome. You are so fucking awesome."
"knock off."
Gu Hao stopped and exited the background.
"Ah, we're done now?" Ye Biao was stunned.
Gu Hao rubbed his face that was tense due to nervousness and excitement, and said vaguely: "Yes, it's time to call it a day, do we still have to continue?"
"I'm just asking, how many accounts did you delete in total just now?"
"Not many, nine hundred and ninety-nine."
"Why don't you round up a thousand?"
"Because this number is auspicious."
Ye Biao looked contemptuous: "Damn it, a thousand is unlucky. Six, six, six is more auspicious, eight or eight is fine."
"You don't understand." Gu Hao was old-fashioned.
"Hey, you said you were fat and you still breathed!"
"Not convinced? Come on."
Ye Biao suddenly laughed: "Okay, my second brother is convinced, but I don't think it's enough. There are tens of thousands of them. What's the use of deleting this little bit? It's just a drop in the bucket."
Gu Hao said: "If we continue this, the Weibo official will call the police. I just want to remind them that they know what to do. I also want to teach these people who hacked our boss a lesson. If I continue this, maybe I will
It’s exposed. Although I use a proxy to access the Internet, if you really meet an expert, you can still find me.”
"Then don't do it, I can't send you in."
"Holy shit, can you say something auspicious?"
Just like Gu Hao said.
At this time, it was like daylight in the technical department of Weibo's official website. All technical staff were extremely busy, and the number of customer calls 24 hours a day was overwhelming.
Their supervisor had just gone back to lie down, and now he was here again.
As soon as I walked in, the supervisor asked: "What's going on?"
The technician replied: "Boss, our backend has been hacked, and someone has deleted a large number of registered member accounts."
"What? Then why are you still standing there? Call the police!"
"These accounts are all novice accounts. They were all just registered tonight. The posts they posted are also for selling Tang Xiaobao. I suspect this was done by one of Tang Xiaobao's fans. Now that they have escaped, do we really want to call the police?"
The supervisor was stunned, thought for a while, took a few steps back and forth, and said, "Don't call the police yet. Since he is so sensible, we can't offend such a person. Can we find him?"
"Can't find it, this is a master, and we are only responsible for database maintenance, not security experts."
"That's fine." The supervisor breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, someone from the customer came to report the situation.
"Supervisor, our customer department's phone number is almost overwhelmed. Many netizens have complained that we deleted their accounts and asked us to restore them and apologize."
Another employee ran in and said anxiously: "Boss, it's not good. The traffic is already close to the upper limit. I'm afraid if this continues, the system background will crash."
The supervisor's face changed and he roared: "During the meeting, you kept saying that the computer room had been maintained and this would not happen. Tell me why this happened. Was there anyone attacking?"
"No, boss, Tang Xiaobao's fans now have at least 100,000 people launching a counterattack at the same time. In addition, those who take the initiative to stir up trouble also have 70,000 or 80,000 accounts. A total of more than 200,000 people are posting at the same time, every second.
, nearly 100,000 data will be submitted.” (To be continued)