I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 665 - 663 This is burning money

The talent show that appeared on the screen completely dumbfounded everyone in the lab!

You say you're so awesome, already hacking into their database, why not do something decent? This is where the data and design blueprints for the world's top weapon equipmnet are housed!

Without exaggerating, even a developing country, if able to hack into their database and steal that data, only needs three to five years of development to jump ahead by decades and reach the level of a developed country!

But who would have thought this intruder would actually play some inexplicable video?

Pants down, and this is what you show me?

Is our data not good enough for you, or have you drifted off? Could you at least show us minimal respect, at least make us feel like our research is valuable and coveted by others?

You make us feel like the things we've invented are trash, with no appeal whatsoever.

But I must say one thing, this thing is indeed a bit brainwashing; these graceful dance moves, these superb basketball skills, and those soul-filled suspender straps slipping off the shoulders, carved deep into their minds, impossible to shake off.

"Have we not identified the intruder yet?" General Sprint shouted frantically, turning a proper strategic meeting into something akin to a talent show.

"General, the opponent's technology is too advanced; he didn't just bypass our firewall, but directly demolished it. None of the firewalls could delay him for even a second, as if he wrote the code for the entire base himself!" The lab technicians were losing their minds.

This was the most core data, and they dared to claim this site's data security was world's top tier, invulnerable to even the best hackers?

They had faced tens of thousands of attacks from organizations around the world, even enduring bombardments from a multitude of botnets, but ever since this laboratory was established, throughout decades, their defenses had never been breached—until now, they were utterly defeated!

"He's entered our database!" After the video played, this mysterious intruder initiated a new move.

In their despair, the researchers found a sliver of consolation, realizing their research still had value.

But then their spirits completely collapsed.

This person didn't copy any data; instead, he started tampering with it randomly within their database, including parameters of experiments and dimensions of designs.

A 2-centimeter-long fighter jet, a 500-ton glider wheel, a 4-meter range missile, and a radar with a scanning area of 2 square meters...

Viewing this, the researchers were nearly pulling out their 40-meter long machetes in frustration!

"It's okay... it can be fixed, all of this can be fixed!" they comforted themselves, as long as he wouldn't touch the historical data or destroy the database, everything could still be restored.

But just at that moment, this mysterious person chose to delete the modification logs!

And he had altered data throughout the database by the tens of thousands!

If they had to retrieve it manually, decades of research and such a massive amount of data, you might as well delete the database and run!

At this time, another line appeared on the screen,

"Did you think I was going to delete your database? Hey, I won't delete it, I'm just playing with you, are you angry or frustrated?"

"Bang!" General Sprint slammed the desk hard, "Damn! fcuk!"

You should know, this lab's database had the highest security rating in the Americas, and for confidentiality, all data was stored here, never backed up elsewhere!

In other words, the original data he tampered with can't be restored from anywhere else!

A mess of data, and they wouldn't likely be able to conduct any subsequent experimental designs for a while.

"Who the hell is it!" This was the first time Sprint was so furious.

As soon as Sprint finished speaking, the lab space echoed with two voices, one male and one female, both filled with a chuunibyou vibe.

"Since you asked so sincerely!"

"Then I shall show you mercy and tell you!"

"To prevent the world from destruction!"

"To protect the peace of the world!"

...

"I think I know who it is," Sprint sighed bitterly.

First of all, this can all be traced back to the Huaxia people, since no other nation is capable of producing aircraft equipped with optical camouflage and invisibility functions.

Second, who harbors deep hatred for them? It is undoubtedly Zhang Menglong, especially since just a month ago they had attacked him, and just half an hour before, they had deployed 60 fighter jets to kill him.

Third, and most importantly, no one in the world except Zhang Menglong would do such a boring thing.

It was like someone who had mastered the Wall-passing Technique and Invisibility Technique entering the room of a deeply sleeping beauty, who was naked and would not awake. You could clearly do whatever you wanted, but instead, you chose to play "Honor of Kings" on your phone with the volume set to the maximum!

Such disdain! It was as if they were rubbing them into the ground!

"Activate the anti-aircraft cannons!" Sprint bellowed, "Shoot that damn dragon stealth fighter down!"

"But General, how can we shoot it down? We don't even know where they are!"

"Use dry ice to attack the clouds and add dye!" Sprint, a seasoned general, was not misguided; though primitive, this method was far more effective than any optical or ray radar!

Several drones immediately ascended into the sky, and a deluge of red liquid poured down from above. This specific red liquid only had a half-hour of color visibility; its pigment would rapidly decompose within that time frame.

The next moment, an aircraft dyed red by the liquid appeared in the sky.

But as they got a clear look at the aircraft, they were horrified, for its gun barrels were all open, and dozens of micro-bombs had already been fired.

"Take cover! Take cover!"

"Boom!"

The missiles exploded, but they did not cause severe casualties. However, sparks flew from device after device, some even starting to smoke and catch fire.

"It's bad, all our electronic devices have short-circuited and failed!"

"It's a graphene bomb!"

"Impossible, our equipment uses the most advanced materials, designed to precisely differentiate the strength of electric currents; ordinary graphite can't short-circuit it!"

"This...this isn't graphite, it's graphene!" several experienced technicians immediately recognized.

Looking closely, the base was filled with countless tiny black threads, which, like circuits, caused most of the electronics in the entire base to paralyze.

Even the electromagnetic shielding effects had completely erased the base's communication signals! This effect was hundreds of times more devastating than that of a graphite bomb.

The conductivity of graphene at room temperature is even more powerful than many metal conductors!

As for its only drawback, that would be its cost—it's even pricier than gold!

Previously, when Zhang Menglong was experimenting in his research group, one of his senior fellow researchers' projects was on graphene, which cost up to 1200 yuan per gram—several times more than gold!

The yield of this graphene bomb was 200 kilograms, and the cost of these 200 kilograms of graphene alone probably amounted to hundreds of millions.

That was more than 20 graphene missiles just now, a single attack round worth 2 billion Huaxia money.

This isn't an attack; it's literally burning money!