Transmigrated into Conan, his ability is Rhodes Island

“…Listen to me, wait a moment.” Akihara wiped away imaginary sweat. “While I’m touched by your determination, I don’t want another grown son…”

However, the system seemed not to hear him at all. Instead, it typed a string of emoticons ψ(｀?′)ψ that filled the screen, followed by the villain's laughter: "Hehehe, I'm no longer the naive and innocent system I used to be. I'm now Niu Gulu System!"

"Wait, you just said you wanted to take my surname..."

"Clang clang!" The system pulled a dark, sticky, and ominous-looking object from the void. "Deep Lurker Virus!"

"Don't bring out something disgusting into my consciousness!"

"Hmph~ This is the best-selling virus on the Obao system version, with tens of thousands of repeat customers, and endorsed by the most outstanding industry veterans—Deep Lurker! It's a highly intelligent computer virus that uses a polymorphic shell, zero-day vulnerabilities, and advanced activation mechanisms for stealthy intrusion, and possesses self-protection and remote control capabilities! All the hosts who have used it say it's great!"

Akihara rubbed his temples. Having lost his PRTS… no, his surveillance view, he could only peer through the window to check the situation. As he looked, he muttered to himself:

"So that's why this virus is called Deep Diver... Was it written by some programmer who transmigrated to the world of Lovecraft after their sanity dropped to zero? And it even uses zero-day vulnerabilities... It doesn't sound very sophisticated."

At that moment, through the window, Akihara saw that the area below was already surrounded by police cars, their blue and red lights flashing. In addition, ambulances and fire trucks were also on their way, but the clock tower, which was still burning, was located at a high altitude, and even with a ladder truck, the height would be too great. Moreover, they dared not go forward at the moment, as the hostages were still in the hands of the kidnappers.

A police inspector who appeared to be of a higher rank got out of the middle police car, holding a megaphone to his mouth, as if preparing to shout at the robbers.

Just as Akihara was straining his ears to figure out what he was saying, the system's sinister laughter rang in his ears once again.

"Hmph, I've already reverse-engineered it using the attacker's IP address. In less than a minute, Deep Lurker will be lurking in every corner of the attacker's computer, then implanting backdoor programs, and I'll be able to remotely control his computer, hahaha..."

Akihara, who hadn't heard what the inspector was saying at all, pressed his ear.

"What are you doing?" After completing its "great task," the system finally spared the time to inquire about Akihara's situation.

"Looking for the mute button." Akihara said expressionlessly.

"Hey! I'm helping you! And I didn't charge you any points! Even if you're not incredibly grateful, at least..." The system paused, then stammered, "...you should at least praise me..."

Akihara sighed, then distracted himself by ruffling its head in his consciousness space. "How does it feel?"

"What does it feel like? What's going on? What does all this have to do with anything?" the system asked, covering its head in confusion.

"Have you noticed an increase in the level of trust you place in me?"

system:? ? ?

"The reason I stopped you from hacking into their computer earlier is because the people trying to hack into surveillance systems now are either the Japanese police or the FBI, and very rarely an organization..." Akihara withdrew his hand.

"Oh well, it's all gone now. It's not a big deal. It's just that the other party doesn't know who hacked into their computer, so the emotional points earned are wasted."

The system was stunned for a moment, then came to its senses after a while.

"It's okay, I can submit your name to their computer right now, just wait!"

"Hey!"

……

In a parking lot not far from the mall, inside a car whose interior was not visible from the outside, FBI investigator Andre Camer was typing furiously on a laptop.

Not long after receiving the message from Shuichi Akai, Carmel immediately began attempting to hack into the mall's surveillance system. He originally planned that if that failed, he would try physical hacking—that is, finding a machine connected to the mall's intranet and directly connecting to its network port to perform operations.

However, he clearly didn't need to use such methods now. Using his laptop's wireless network interface and the FBI's independently developed "network security" software, Carmel easily hacked into the mall's internal network, as freely as if he were entering his own backyard.

Recording, looping playback, replacing real-time monitoring, hijacking... Carmel did it all with effortless grace.

At that moment, on the screen in front of Andre Carmel, surveillance footage from every corner of the mall was streaming in real time. He quickly found Shuichi Akai in the third-floor surveillance footage.

He manipulated the camera, making slight adjustments and tilting it left and right as a response to Shuichi Akai.

Just as he was unsure whether the other party had noticed his response and was about to test him again, his screen suddenly turned crimson, followed by the slow appearance of a letter in the style of a red newspaper clipping.

"Dear hacker friends,

"Welcome to your digital purgatory. Your meticulously constructed electronic barriers crumble before me. Before attempting another attack, make sure your territory is impregnable."

"Su Dai, please come forward."

His hands froze above the keyboard as he stared at the screen in disbelief. After a few seconds, he snapped out of his daze, quickly snapped a photo, and frantically typed away, trying to exit the screen.

Unfortunately, he failed to achieve his goal. The enemy's offensive was far more in-depth and sophisticated than he had anticipated, and despite using the FBI's meticulously crafted security software, he was still unable to regain control of the computer.

Only after he decisively picked up the silenced pistol and violently destroyed the motherboard did the crimson screen on the computer flicker a few times before disappearing. The screen went black, reflecting his somewhat stiff face.

He finally breathed a long sigh of relief. However, as he finally had time to process the contents of the letter, his heart jumped again.

Sauternes... Sauternes sweet white wine!

Although he didn't know much about the mysterious organization, the only thing he was sure of was that all of their members addressed each other by the names of the drinks they drank.

So, he's already been exposed to the organization's surveillance? Damn it, when exactly...?

Wait, then... what about Shuichi Akai?

Mr. Carmel, who had only recently become an FBI investigator, was terrified by his own wild imagination.

He tossed the wreckage of his laptop onto the passenger seat, turned the car key, and found that his hand, which was usually wielding a gun, was trembling slightly at that moment.

Carmel held the steering wheel with one hand and took out his phone with the other.

I must report this to my boss, James Black, as soon as possible. With that thought in mind, Carmel quickly scrolled through his contacts and found James Black's number.

Just as he was about to dial that number, a terrible thought suddenly struck his mind.

Why did Su Dai specifically mention his name? With such hacking skills, why didn't he just come to me directly? He's putting pressure on me in this way!

He forced himself to calm down and slowly pulled the phone back from his ear.

The other party wanted to force me to contact my superiors and inform my colleagues through this method... He is very likely watching my every move from somewhere, wanting to eradicate all the FBI's hidden forces in Japan!

What a clever scheme, Su Dai.

But I will absolutely not let you have your way, even if it costs me my life...

Having figured all this out, Carmel resolutely shifted gears with his left hand and pressed the accelerator with his right foot. The car roared to life and sped off in the opposite direction of the FBI contact point.