"What's going on?" A few people in respiratory masks ran out of the sealed laboratory, frowning at the chaotic scene in the main control room.
"Minister, this is bad. The system's backend has been hacked again by that black-hat AI of unknown origin. It completely wrecked the Crystal Core prize wheel project we just launched."
"What do you mean? Speak clearly." The minister's voice, tinged with anxiety and anger, came from behind his respiratory mask.
"It means the black-hat AI hacked our backend, and without uploading any Crystal Cores, it took everything from the backend warehouse for free!"
The minister was so furious he nearly fell over backward, almost unable to support his own weight.
Those beside him quickly reached out to steady him, saying in a flurry, "Minister, Minister, please take care of yourself, Minister."
"Lock down the system warehouse, now!"
