Chaotic red code strands knit together into transparent walls of data, launching a fierce, strangling offensive in a time and space invisible to others.
A red Trojan horse flowed smoothly from Lu Qingtang’s fingertips, cascading toward the intruder on the other side.
A moment later, a shrill alarm echoed through the Pentagon, and countless eyes on the Dark Web stared at Modu in shock.
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