Zhou Xing walked out of the supervisor's office but did not leave the test center.
He stood in front of the window in the hallway, looking at the bustling crowd in the plaza downstairs. Those who were exactly the same as he had been three days ago, waiting with hope for the test, did not know what awaited them.
"What else do you want to do?" Shen Cangsheng asked.
"Getting the quota back is only the first step." Zhou Xing said, "Wang Defa swallowed my data and almost let me die at the hands of Zhao Mingxuan. Just let him go... It's too cheap for him." "
"You want to take revenge?"
"No." Zhou Xing shook his head, "I want him to ... Pay the price." "
He turned and walked in the direction of the test site.
The stress test site is located on the second basement floor of the test center.
It was a huge circular space with dozens of test instruments placed in the center, each with a long queue in front of each instrument. There was an air of tension and fear in the air, and everyone knew that if the test failed, they could be nerve damage or even death.
Zhou Xing blended into the crowd and came to an idle instrument.
It was an L3 computing power tester, which looked like a huge metal helmet with dense cables connected. The tester needs to press the back of his head against the interface and then withstand the impact of the computing power released by the instrument.
Those who can survive 30 seconds will pass.
"Hey! What are you doing?" A technician in a white coat spotted Zhou Xing, "This instrument is not calibrated yet, so it can't be ..."
His words came to an abrupt end.
Because Zhou Xing turned his head and glanced at him.
That glance made the technician stiff, as if he was being targeted by some kind of terrifying being, unable to move.
Microthreading – mental repression.
Zhou Xing ignored him and directly attached the back of his head to the interface of the tester.
For a moment, he felt the structure inside the instrument.
It is a complex system composed of countless code and data streams, each module operating with precision, waiting to release the impact of computing power.
But in Zhou Xing's eyes...
These codes are full of vulnerabilities.
"Interesting." He said in his mind, "The defensive wall of this instrument is weaker than I thought. "
"Of course weak." Shen Cangsheng smiled, "This is only L3 level civilian equipment, and in the face of your first-order microthread realm, of course, there are many loopholes." "
"Then what if ... I take advantage of it in reverse? "
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to make it ... Overloaded. "
Zhou Xing closed his eyes and opened the microthread.
His consciousness turned into countless tentacles as thin as hair, and along the interface, it penetrated into the underlying system of the instrument.
Those codes are like transparent glass in front of him, every line, every variable, every logical judgment... are all clearly visible.
He found the core module of computing power output.
And then——
A gentle pluck.
It's like plucking the strings.
The parameter that controls the output intensity of computing power has changed from "30%" to "300%".
"What's going on?" In the monitoring room, Wang Defa suddenly felt something was wrong.
On the screen in front of him, the energy index of the uncalibrated tester was soaring wildly.
"That instrument... It started itself?" The technician shouted in horror, "The computing power output has reached 300%! This ... This will explode!" "
"Quick! Cut off the power! "
But it was too late.
Boom!!
With a loud noise, the tester was instantly overloaded, the metal shell burst, and countless electric sparks flew around.
And in the center of the explosion, Zhou Xing stood unharmed.
His whole body was shrouded in a faint black light - it was a protective shield formed by microthreads, blocking all impacts.
"This ... This is impossible!" Wang Defa's eyes widened, "How could he ..."
But what is even more frightening is yet to come.
Because the impact of the explosion did not spread outward, but ... Along the cable, it was conducted back in reverse.
Transmitted to ... Monitoring room.
Boom!!
The equipment in the monitoring room was instantly overloaded, the screens exploded one after another, and electric sparks gushed out like fountains.
"Ah!!" Wang Defa let out a scream and covered his left eye.
His left eye is a valuable **Eagle-Eye third-generation prosthetic eye** that can see through most of the camouflage and data flow. But now, the prosthetic eye is smoking and completely scrapped.
"My eyes! My eyes!! He rolled and wailed on the ground, blood oozing from between his fingers.
Zhou Xing walked to the door of the monitoring room and looked at him condescendingly.
"Director Wang." His voice was soft, but it was clear to everyone's ears, "This is the interest you owe me." "
"Next time... It's not as simple as one eye. "
After saying that, he turned and left.
The back is chic and calm, as if everything that happened just now was just a trivial episode.
Outside the test center, Zhou walked through the bustling streets.
His mood was calm.
The "micro-operation counterattack" just now was the first time he really used the power of the micro-thread realm. The feeling of manipulating the code at will made him feel more powerful than ever.
"Well done." Shen Cangsheng praised, "The dialing just now accurately cut into the feedback loop of the instrument, allowing the overloaded energy to be conducted in reverse." This level of micro-manipulation has exceeded the scope of the first order. "
"Credit to the rabid dog." "It gave me a ... about data flow Instinctive sensitivity. "
"That's talent." Shen Cangsheng said, "The mad dog chose you, not by chance." "
Zhou Xing didn't speak.
He looked up at the sky, and the huge silver ring still hung there, cold and majestic.
"L2 level ...," he whispered, "How long will it take?" "
"At your current rate, it will take about three months." Shen Cangsheng said, "But if you can find a high-concentration computing power source, it may be shortened to one month." "
"High-concentration computing power source?"
"For example... The Zhao Consortium's private server. Shen Cangsheng smiled, "Or, a certain node in the national computing power ring." "
A glimmer of light flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes.
"It sounds like it's not something that is easy to get."
"Of course it's not easy." Shen Cangsheng said, "But if you don't even dare to face this challenge, what are you talking about tearing the world apart?" "
Zhou Xing smiled.
"That's right."
He tightened his collar and walked in the direction of the slum.
Now, he has money, strength, and direction.
Next...
It is to wait for the right moment.
Waiting for that is the opportunity to make him soar.
At the same time, in the ruins of the monitoring room of the test center.
Wang Defa covered his bleeding left eye and picked up the communicator tremblingly.
"Zhao ... Young Master Zhao ..." His voice was crying, "That Zhou Xing... He is not dead... He also came to take revenge... My prosthetic eye... My prosthetic eye was ruined by him..."
On the other end of the communicator, there was silence for a long time.
Then, a cold voice came:
"Waste."
"I can't even clean up a piece of garbage at the bottom, what use do I want you to do?"
"Master Zhao, I ..."
"Shut up." Zhao Mingxuan's voice had a hint of impatience, "Since he took the initiative to expose himself, it would be easier to do it." "
Send someone to keep an eye on him. I want to know his every move every day, what he is doing every minute. "
"This time... I want to crush him with my own hands. "
The communicator hung up.
Wang Defa sat paralyzed on the ground, trembling all over.
He knew that his fate had been tied to the young man named Zhou Xing.
Or, Zhou Xing died.
or ... He died.
(Chapter 8 End)