The so-called "credential stuffing" is a hacking technique that involves collecting leaked usernames and passwords online and attempting to log into other websites.
No matter how well a system is protected, it is still used by humans. Many people only use two or three combinations when setting their account passwords, or even just one password.
What's even worse is that Jack's former colleague at the LAPD, the old salty Smiddy, simply posted his account password directly next to his computer screen.
This hacking method is not sophisticated, but it is very effective and difficult to prevent. With the size of the NYPD's police force, it is almost impossible to prevent it completely because police officers are also human, and humans are prone to laziness.
But this did not prevent Chief Frank Reagan from calling the Internal Affairs Department to scold him after listening to Jack's help in explaining those difficult technical terms.
Finally, it was still Hotchner who made the summary speech and arranged the tasks. "The current evidence is enough to prove our speculation. If our profile is accurate, the eight murders now were all intended to estimate the police's response time, which means that there may be eight bombs near the area where the attack occurred."
He was interrupted by Red before he finished speaking. "If it is the same as our profile, there will be a total of 16 bombs, because they are expected to launch a second attack, targeting the emergency personnel who arrive later, and it is possible that they will use human bombs." Red's words startled everyone. Some scenes do not need to happen in reality, and they can make people shudder just by imagining them.
Hotchner maintained a poker face, although his expression was as ugly as everyone else's. "Emily will go to the mayor's office with Director Reagan. Rossi and Ms. Moge will go to the NSA for intelligence communication. Dr. Reid and Luke will accompany them.
Dr. Reid will be responsible for explaining the seriousness of the situation to the NSA. Luke will bring the equipment and be responsible for their safety. Hannah and Jiejie will go to the Port Authority to communicate and coordinate with them. If necessary, immediately activate the emergency plan." Finally, Hotchner
's eyes swept across the crowd and landed on Joyner. "Send the locations of all shootings to DHS, and then you and I will go there to report the situation. We need DHS to send people to check those areas.
Our only advantage now is that the other party thinks they are still in control of everything and don't know that we have seen the truth, so we must hurry up and pay attention to safety."
Finally, he looked at the only one who didn't Someone who was assigned a task, "Jack will stay at headquarters and be responsible for responding to emergencies."
Frank Reagan came in uniform today. He put on his wide-brimmed hat and straightened his clothes to prepare to go out. "I have notified all emergency units through the internal system. In the event of an accident, no one is allowed to approach until the safety of the scene is ensured. Wait for the response of the bomb disposal team."
At the same time, Dana Moger was also giving orders to Jubal, "Notify all field agents who came to support to be on standby 24 hours a day. Keep in touch in shifts of three people and report every 20 minutes. Mobile phones are prohibited from reporting. Once the worst happens, the mobile network will crash immediately, just like before."
As expected of a female boss, she was as meticulous as a hair. Jack secretly thought that he had learned a trick. Since the other party was always paying attention to everything in secret, the FBI agents all over the street today might be part of their plan.
Nearly 300 field agents from nearby states were arriving this time. If one of them were targeted and assassinated, then someone else could assume their identity, and the entire city were to be placed under martial law, the only ones able to navigate the blocked bridges and tunnels would be federal agents like the FBI.
Before the group departed, Jack gave each group a signal jammer and warned, "In the event of an emergency, flip the switch on this portable jammer to block wireless signals within a 200-yard radius.
However, this also means you'll lose your own radio and cell phone signals, preventing you from contacting the outside world. So use with caution."
Ever since the bomb collar threat to the New York headquarters building, Dana Moger had the back office procure a large quantity of these inexpensive gadgets, eager to equip every field agent with one.
This triple-proof signal jammer is about the size of a large brick, with limited power, but more than enough to disable common civilian wireless transmitters.
Meanwhile, the operations center was already bustling with activity. Jubal was directing technicians to test emergency lines and assign radio channels to contact the incoming field agents.
Not every agent's car was equipped with a radio like Jack's Dodge Hellcat; most relied on the agency's standard cell phones.
But the shady practices of the federal private cell phone providers were well-known. Wherever possible, they would resort to compromise, all to reduce costs, much like private freight railroads.
In an emergency like an explosion, if the number of simultaneous callers in a single area increases even slightly, the mobile network will crash in minutes, making it impossible to even dial 911. Of course, by then, the 911 dispatch center would be overwhelmed with calls.
Agents typically only carry wireless headsets during field operations, but these have a limited range and require a connection to the nearest car radio.
During group operations, a communications support vehicle would serve as the radio. In this emergency, Jubal couldn't mobilize enough vehicles and distribute them evenly across Manhattan. The only option now was to rely on the antennas atop the Federal Building. While signal strength might not cover the entire city, it would certainly cover Manhattan Island.
After everyone left, Jack approached Garcia, who had somehow become the leader of the IT nerds in the operations center.
Under Garcia's leadership, the nerds were reorganizing NYPD surveillance footage, consolidating it into a single location near the eight shootings mentioned by Hotchner for easy access.
While surveillance coverage was low and ineffective, it was better than nothing. Furthermore, there were at least a hundred cameras around each area. If something were to happen, searching them all with the naked eye would be a significant undertaking.
"So, the guy who hacked the system can't be tracked back, even if we ask our old friend for help?" Jack tapped her desk, hinting.
Garcia, knowing the old friend he was referring to was Justine, shook her head. "His methods weren't sophisticated, but they were extremely cautious. He erased all traces when he left the system, so even she probably wouldn't be able to stop him.
But we've set a trap; if he reappears, we'll be able to pinpoint his location."
Jack wandered around the large office again, feeling uneasy. He simply retrieved a Noveske N4 assault rifle, disassembling and maintaining it while he mentally reviewed the clues they had so far.
Finally, his mind froze on the face of the gunman, his eyes wide open. He was a young black man, barely an adult, the age when one is most passionate and easily deceived. Then he thought of the word Emily had used to describe him: martyr.
"Martyr. Martyr," Jack repeated silently several times. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he asked Jubal, who was standing beside him, "Do you remember that terrorist organization that tricked underage girls into releasing pufferfish toxin throughout the city?"
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Of course Jubal did. In his opinion, Jack had a bit of a calamity. Ever since he appeared in New York, he had been involved in explosions and poisonings. Major cases that ordinary detectives would only encounter once in their lifetime had become his daily routine.
"'Dark Jihad', what's wrong? Ever since Khalid Baram was killed by you and Hannah, this organization has been dormant for a long time.
After the NSA cooperated with the CIA to cut off their funding, some of their personnel abroad were absorbed by ACE. There should be some remnants in the country, but in the absence of funds, they can't organize an attack of this scale."
"Yes, the lack of funds." Jack dragged out his tone, which seemed to be somewhat meaningful, "But didn't the NSA also say that a sum of money from the Durango drug cartel is still missing."
Jubal was slightly stunned, and followed Jack's train of thought, "Are you saying that the two sides may cooperate? Anthony Vargas's men are indeed good at making bombs. The Durango drug cartel provides the money and technology, and the 'Dark Jihad' provides the people.
But if that's the case, we should have received a threatening message demanding the release of Anthony Vargas by now."
Jack shrugged, "Everything is just speculation, maybe the 'Dark Jihad' Jihad, having received the money and the bomb, is not going to follow through on the agreement and is planning to launch a large-scale terrorist attack. Or perhaps they're planning to detonate a location first and then issue a more substantial threat.
Jubal was growing restless. "I'll contact Dana immediately and ask the NSA to verify this possibility immediately."
(End of chapter)