Forty-nine rules of the end times

Chapter 100 Hackers and Groups

In a dark room, with no lights on, only the glow of various electronic devices illuminated the young man sitting in front of the computer.

The young man was wearing protective clothing, thick-lensed glasses, and his messy hair looked like a bird's nest. His face was covered in oil.

He looked at the information on the computer screen and muttered to himself, "The information suppression is really impressive..."

As a genius hacker who had breached the internal networks of foreign security agencies when he was a teenager, the young man's use of various network technologies had reached an extraordinary level.

Therefore, two days after the Blood Plague Rules were released, he keenly noticed that certain information began to be suppressed online.

After testing with different IP accounts, he confirmed that he was not mistaken; there was indeed an automated system that was blocking certain keywords one-way.

After analyzing the data using their self-developed big data tools, the young people extracted several keywords. And their core all pointed to one fact.

"Does the virus have antibody serum... No wonder they suppress information."

The young man understood. He had broken into many secret archives since childhood and knew that some secrets, once made public, would cause enormous chaos and could very well bring him to his death.

So he just looks at it himself and knows it, without spreading it publicly.

This time is no different. Although he used various technical means to discover the suppressed information, he will not spread it. After all, no matter how advanced the network technology is, if the harm you cause is greater than the cost of finding you, then if the higher-ups are really determined to arrest you, they can still catch you.

"call……"

The young man leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.

He would be very happy every time he completed a "battle", as if he had won a battle.

To him, his various devices were like soldiers used for offense, and the "enemy" was like a series of robust network defenses. He was thrilled every time he successfully breached one.

Moreover, he enjoys the process, not the result of the breakthrough. He only experiences a brief moment of excitement after each breakthrough, and then quickly loses interest and begins looking for the next "enemy".

Based on this mindset, his attacks are not motivated by self-interest; he might even proactively submit the vulnerabilities he discovers to the opposing side. After they are fixed, he will attempt to exploit them again, and if he succeeds once more, he will experience an even greater sense of satisfaction.

At this moment, he was enjoying the pleasure of having just cracked the official suppression of information while aimlessly browsing the internet.

Then a post on a forum caught his eye.

To be precise, it's the title of the post.

I created a website that can never be tracked or compromised, specifically for communication among those who have transcended worldly concerns.

The headline, "Never to be tracked or breached," made the young man laugh.

As a top hacker, his motto is "There is no absolutely secure system in the world".

Even the most sophisticated systems have vulnerabilities. And as long as vulnerabilities exist, there is a possibility of them being compromised.

The young man clicked on the post, and the poster's nickname was "Administrator of the House of Ascendants." The post content was very brief:
"The purpose of creating this website is to provide a safe, secure, and open platform for those seeking advancement. The website has just launched and will continue to be improved. We hope for your continued support."

The young man couldn't help but smile. Even he, a top hacker who had been involved in cybersecurity since he was a few years old and had spent an average of more than twelve hours a day researching online for over twenty years, dared not say that he could create a secure platform, let alone anyone else.

He casually replied: "You should use this time to learn something else. If you even have a basic understanding of cybersecurity, you wouldn't be so arrogant."

He was about to close the window after replying when the "site administrator" seemed to be online and immediately replied, "What I said is true."

"Oh ho? You're provoking me?"

The young man raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Alright, today I'll show you what the treacherous nature of the online world really is!"

He immediately opened the website mentioned in the post, and upon entering and seeing the rough and rudimentary page, he instantly regretted it.

"Why should I waste my time on this..."

This page is so rudimentary; it's obviously just a template that was randomly dragged out. Attacking this kind of website is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

He wanted to turn it off immediately, but then he sighed when he thought about what he had just said.

"Just do it casually."

He couldn't be bothered to examine websites of this caliber closely; he simply activated his hacking tool, let it attack automatically, and went about his other business.

A minute later, the young man switched to the tool interface and was immediately surprised by the result: "It failed?"

The young man frowned slightly as he looked at the red "Injection failed" message displayed on the tool.

He developed this tool himself, and it's so powerful that it can crack 95% of websites online. But now, he's using it on such a rudimentary website, and it's failed.

"Could there be a problem with the tools?"

The young man immediately used his tools to randomly crack several other websites, and there were no problems at all; they all displayed "injection successful" within ten seconds.

This made him sit up straight immediately, his eyes shining.

"Not bad, this website actually has some good stuff."

He hadn't taken it seriously at first, but he didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

After cracking the officially suppressed information, he was looking for his next target. Unexpectedly, this small, unassuming website's security defenses turned out to be surprisingly good!
"Come on, let me see just how safe you really are!" The young man rubbed his hands together, quickly entering a state of full concentration, and threw himself into attacking the website. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the clatter of keyboards.

……

It's the twelfth day since the outbreak of the Blood Plague Virus, with three days left until the end of the rules.

Every normally bustling metropolis fell silent. The only vehicles on the streets were those belonging to government drones and other official vehicles.

Of the initial large group of people who chose to drive out of the city, some made it out successfully, while others got stuck on the road and contracted the blood plague before they could leave. Footage taken by drones clearly shows many vehicles parked on the roadside with buzzing flies swarming around the bodies of those who had died from gushing blood.

Many people who fled the city either went alone to remote places or formed groups of three or five to set up camps in the wild.

In one of the camps, six or seven people were surrounding a middle-aged woman.

These people had no professional protective equipment; they were all just wearing ordinary masks. Only the middle-aged woman wasn't wearing one, seemingly unafraid of being infected by the virus.

A man with a neat buzz cut said, "So, we need to go to the hospital?"

“Yes.” The middle-aged woman nodded. “I survived the infection, which is likely because I have antibodies against the virus. This means that my serum might be used to save lives… but to separate serum from blood, a centrifuge is needed, and only hospitals have these.”

The people surrounding them nodded in agreement. They agreed with the middle-aged woman's words because she had been a doctor and possessed relevant expertise.

“Red spots have appeared on Xiaoming’s shoulder, about an hour ago.” The man with the buzz cut glanced into the tent, where a teenage boy was lying.

"The rules say that one will bleed to death within 24 hours of being infected with the virus. That means Xiaoyu might have more than twenty hours left, or he might die in the next second..."

"We can't waste any more time, we have to go to the hospital!"

The group was in complete agreement. They had all met at a gathering point in the fourth rule, supported each other through the snow disaster, and then banded together to fight against the rules of the living dead.

These experiences forged a deep friendship between them, leading them to decide to act together in the future. So, after the Blood Plague rules were announced, the group discussed it and decided to leave the city together and seek refuge in the wilderness.

The first few days went smoothly, and no one was infected, which made them all feel that they had made the right decision.

Later, the female doctor contracted the virus, and while everyone was heartbroken and in pain, she unexpectedly recovered on her own very quickly! This made everyone both happy and incredulous.

Everyone initially thought this was a good omen, a sign that they would all safely get through this period. However, unexpectedly, just three days before the end of the period, the youngest boy in the group, Xiaoming, contracted the virus.

"Do you think Xiaoming can recover on his own like Sister Yu? And then start being able to detect whether others are infected..."

"That would be great! But..."

"We can't afford to be complacent!" the man with the buzz cut said in a deep voice. "Back then, when Sister Yu was infected, none of us knew that we could survive. We thought that if we were infected, we would definitely die, so we didn't do anything. But this time it's different."

The middle-aged woman, referred to as "Sister Yu," who used to be a doctor, nodded: "That's right. Xiaoming is only sixteen years old. We can't just sit here and do nothing with such a young child."

"Then let's listen to Sister Yu and go to the hospital!"

"go!"

After making the decision, the team left two people to take care of the boy, Xiaoming, while everyone else got on the bus and headed back to the city.

Unlike the traffic jams when leaving the city, the roads back to the city were much smoother.

After entering the city, the group soon discovered a large number of vehicles carrying corpses on the roadside, the scene inside of which was too gruesome to bear.

They believe the reason the matter wasn't handled promptly was because the official departments were simply too busy with other tasks.

The vehicle sped toward the nearest hospital, and when they arrived at the hospital entrance, they found an emergency management bureau vehicle parked there, along with an armed squad on guard duty.

As soon as their car arrived, staff from the management bureau came forward immediately.

When the staff member approached, he saw that the group was only wearing masks and asked in surprise, "Where did you come from? Where are your protective suits?"

"We just entered the city and don't have protective suits."

"You're from outside the city... What are you doing at the hospital?"

"We need to use a centrifuge."

"A centrifuge?" The staff member's eyes sharpened. "That's used to separate serum and plasma!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved to the back, and several more people in uniforms came forward and surrounded the vehicle.

Upon seeing this, the man with the buzz cut inside the car immediately got out and asked, "What do you want?"

"Don't get agitated," one of the team leaders said. "We just want to understand the situation. Why are you using a centrifuge?"

“We’re here to save lives; a child is infected.” At this moment, Sister Yu also got out of the car. “I used to be a doctor, and I recovered from the virus on my own. So I think my serum might have antibodies, which is why I came to the hospital to have my blood drawn and then use a centrifuge to separate the serum for that child to inject.”

Upon hearing the words "self-healing after infection with the virus," the team leader confirmed, "It's an 'adaptor,' please come with us."

"and many more!"

"We still have people to save! What are you doing?"

"Don't be nervous, we will send a car to pick up your people, and then they will be given serum injections for treatment."

Sister Yu was taken aback: "So you've already confirmed that the serum is effective?"

"Yes. You are not the only one adapted to the Blood Plague."

"Wait a minute!" the crew-cut man demanded. "So you already knew that someone's serum could treat the infection? Then why didn't you tell everyone!"

"We can't really say, it's all orders from our superiors."

"you……"

"Alright, saving lives is the priority now," Sister Yu said. "I'll go to the hospital to get serum first. You guys go and bring Xiaoming here quickly."

As the group talked, no one noticed that on the abandoned building opposite the hospital, a person was watching them with a sinister look.

After seeing the bureau staff take Sister Yu into the hospital, the man took out his phone and said, "Brothers, your chance to live has come. It all depends on whether you have the guts and dare to do it!"

(End of this chapter)