If you cheat, money will follow

It's February.

The joy and laughter of the Spring Festival in China have not yet dissipated, and office workers and migrant workers have hurriedly plunged into the tense and busy work life.

On the other side of the world, the CIA is shrouded in gloom and mist.

Burns' eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring closely at the emergency report submitted by his superiors. His pupils seemed to jump out of his sockets, revealing deep anger.

Every word in that report was like a cold dagger, piercing deeply into his heart and making him feel a biting chill.

The information in the report is shocking: in the past month, as many as ten intelligence personnel, regardless of nationality, industry, or importance, have mysteriously lost contact.

What is the meaning behind this loss of contact?

It goes without saying that it is like a huge black hole, swallowing up all CIA networks, making people shudder.

The huge number indicates that there are serious vulnerabilities and major hidden dangers in the internal network.

These serious loopholes and major hidden dangers were unknown internally, but the other party was well aware of them and even carried out careful layout and actions.

Such a loss is simply extremely heavy.

Burns angrily tore the dozens of pages of the report into pieces, and the scraps of paper fell to the ground like snowflakes.

He hammered the table hard, again and again, as if venting his inner anger and dissatisfaction.

He turned to his deputy David, his tone full of anger and questioning:

"David, I need to know exactly why."

"What gives the other party such a clear understanding of our network?"

"Even better than our internal personnel? The report also states that a large number of personnel who were not involved in this mission have also lost contact."

David's face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "After preliminary assessment, perhaps our network security level is not as strong as imagined."

"We even suspect that they have cracked our password and controlled all our actions."

"Because, a previous 'meritorious man' sent an urgent message back before being taken away."

"What information?" Burns asked eagerly.

David took a deep breath and said slowly: "The opponent has received an email from within the NSA, which may contain a lot of key information."

"SHIT!" Burns couldn't help shouting:

"It must be the NSA. They have never been so reassuring. It was their negligence that destroyed our hard work and tens of billions of dollars of investment over the past few years."

He stood up angrily, his eyes flashing with determination:

"I'm going to see the president. I have to expose their ugliness to the president. Not only are they doing nothing, they're even implicating us."

Building a network today is not cheap, unlike in the past where it only cost a few hundred million dollars, or at most a billion dollars.

Today, the price has increased hundreds of times, and the effect is not satisfactory.

Even the green card, which has always been an indispensable and handy auxiliary tool, has lost its original appeal.

At this moment, David took out another document and handed it to Burns: "Director, wait, I have another document here that you should need."

Burns took the document and asked puzzledly: "What is this?"

David explained: "It was transmitted from the other side through open channels, and it recorded some information within the NSA. If there are no accidents, otherwise they will face the same situation as us."

Burns' face became even more gloomy: "...can I consider this a humiliation?"

David nodded: "You can think of it this way, this is indeed a blatant humiliation."

the other side.

NSA Director Paul has arrived at the White House ahead of others.

When he learned the "unexpected" news, he immediately reported the situation to the Sleeping King.

"All four people have lost contact. This can only prove one thing. Mr. Burns's work is not very satisfactory. There should be serious flaws and major hidden dangers. These serious flaws and major hidden dangers were discovered and exploited by the other party." Paul To put it mildly.

"According to what you said, our network has been severely damaged, and the next step will be very difficult. We are in trouble, right?" Sleeping King asked with a frown.

"No, Mr. President, I have to correct one thing. This is not a serious damage, but a liquidation." Paul affirmed and said:

"This time it is even more serious than the last time. It is so serious that any judgment we make on the situation now lacks factual basis. We are completely passive."

After hearing this, Sleeping King fell into deep thought. He slowly raised his clenched fist and then gently lowered it: "Burns..."

Embarrassingly, he had just praised Burns’ work at an internal meeting not long ago, saying:

"Under his leadership, we are taking a clear, long-term approach to addressing security challenges."

He is even preparing to promote Burns in the near future.

As a result, before the words were finished, something so serious happened.

The assistant of the Sleeping King came in gently and said beside the Sleeping King:

"Mr. Burns is here and he wants to report something very important to you."

The Sleeping King waved his hand without raising his head: "Let him in, I need to hear his explanation."

"Besides..." Sleeping King looked at Paul: "I think he must really want to communicate with you."

Paul nodded: "I'd love to, too."

Burns entered the Oval Office and made a beeline for the Sleeping King.

Originally, his emotions were relatively calm, but after seeing Paul, his emotions began to surge and surge.

"Mr. Paul, nice to see you here." Burns said to Paul with a forced smile.

"Mr. Burns, me too. However, I think you must have a headache recently." Paul responded.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Paul. I think your head may be hurting recently." Burns raised the information in his hand.

Paul suddenly had an ominous premonition: "..."

Then, Burns said to the Sleeping King: "Mr. President, I am very sorry that some recent events have caused us serious trouble."

Sleeping King shook his head: "I don't want to hear an apology. I want to know the cause and result."

"Okay, this is the purpose of my report this time." Burns said:

"While explaining, I hope Mr. Paul will also listen carefully. After I explain, I hope Mr. Paul can provide some reasonable explanations."

Paul: "..."

The Sleeping King said: "Okay, he will give an explanation. Please tell me your explanation first. Why is the loss so big this time?"

"Mr. President, although we admit that there must be problems and hidden dangers within us, this is not the main cause of this incident." Burns began to explain.

"Oh? Then what is the main reason for this incident?" Sleeping King asked.

Burns glanced at Paul.

Paul asked: "Mr. Burns, what do you mean? Do you want to attribute your mistakes to us? Do you think I am the main reason?"

Burns raised his eyebrows, withdrew his gaze, and continued: "We have a "meritorious person" who provided feedback before losing contact, that is, the other party received an email from within the NSA."

"In the email, a large amount of key information was recorded, including the specific deployment of this mission..."

Sleeping King was shocked after hearing this and looked at Paul.

Paul immediately jumped up and accused Burns: "This is impossible. Mr. Burns, this is too ridiculous and childish. You are evading responsibility for your serious mistake."

"Absurd?" Burns sneered and handed the document in his hand to the Sleeping King:

"Mr. President, I think after reading this document, you will understand what the key is? Who made a serious mistake?"

Sleeping King took the file and browsed it for a while, his face became very ugly, and anger emerged spontaneously.

He threw the document at Paul: "I suggest you take a good look at this document and then give me a reasonable explanation."

After saying that, the Sleeping King left the office angrily.

Paul was stunned. He squatted down and picked up the scattered documents from the ground. He looked at them for a moment and said in a daze: "This..."