The door opened and a man, who was six feet tall, walked into the room.

"How many times have I said that we must hire the best programmers, you understand? They must be the best!"

The man's voice was as hard as steel, his short tan hair was neatly combed, about forty years younger, wearing a suit that matched his hair color. Behind him, a bodyguard, who was obviously the second-in-command, whispered to his complaints.

"Sir, compared to his excellent abilities, I still need to remind you that keeping loyalty is the first priority. After all, once this plan is leaked, we will face more than ordinary failures."

The bodyguard's proposal did make the master listen to it. He glanced at the empty desk with a gloomy face, and the silence around him, and immediately picked up a floppy disk beside the table and said, "But he is becoming more and more disobedient now. Heinrich, you have to know that if that bastard does some tricks in the algorithm, it is not that easy for us to tell it out!"

"We need time," the bodyguard stood quietly at the door without disturbing the owner's behavior of searching for files in the bookcase: "This algorithm can only be used to the maximum extent when the data source is sufficient. If we are too successful, it may degrade when it really comes in handy."

"Oh, damn it!" Unfortunately, this warning seemed to be unable to be heard by the man. After searching through the bookcase, he said boredly: "I remember that the original manuscript was placed here. Could it be in other rooms?"

The bodyguard at the door flashed for a moment, and he scanned the layout of the office, closed windows, consistent computer chairs, and even the musty smell in the air that had been uninhabited for a long time.

"Your memory has indeed declined recently," he said calmly. "So, rather than looking at the progress of the plan, I strongly recommend that you go to the hospital to take care of your health. Also, Mr. Anderson, Ms. Oles has been waiting for you in the bedroom for a long time, and it is not a gentleman's behavior to let a lady wait."

"Well, yes, yes, yes, Anne, Anne is still in the bedroom." It seemed like a magical name. When the bodyguard mentioned it, the man no longer had to worry about the position of the "manuscript", but just put his floppy disk in his arms and walked out of the room with big strides.

"In addition, Heinrich, open the window of this room. He hasn't come back for half a year. Damn it, is it going to give birth to mites?"

"Okay sir."

The man immediately walked out of the room, and the bodyguard walked towards the window with steady steps. The moonlight shone into the room, which showed that the man was not very handsome, not only short, but even a little bald, but his slightly sunken eyes were particularly bright. He opened the window and immediately let a cold air flow into the room, abandoning the room that had not been opened for half a year in the deep mountains, and finally ushered in fresh air again.

Suddenly, a creaking sound came out, and the bodyguard immediately looked at the desk on the side of the face.

Nothing strange.

The dusty desktop, the newly bought computer a year ago, is also covered with dust on the armrests of the leather seats.

The bodyguard kept the window open, walked out of the room with steady steps and closed the door.

After a moment...

A ripples of water surging near the writing table, as if Ma Liang's masterpiece suddenly rushed out of the canvas, and a sudden existence appeared out of thin air on the originally empty leather chair.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk~"

Alice sat comfortably on the leather chair, her slender and fair legs raised up seductively, and the red cheongsam opened her mouth just right. In front of her, IBM's desktop computer had been working for a long time, and the dusty fan tried hard to discharge heat for the Intel CPU. A buzzing noise level was buzzing. It was worth discussing how long it took for the room to enter, but this computer had not been cleaned for a long time.

"A great discovery, Mira."

Knowing that the owner of this mansion, the organizer of this party, has gone out, Alice patted the earphones in her left ear and said, "You heard that, a study room that the landlord claimed to have not been activated for half a year, actually has my latest 0 system installed. Harry, when has the incident in our institute been popularizing the ternary super smart computer to the market? Not only can it run by itself, but it can also remotely download the operating system without download at all, and install it by itself?"

"Oh, Neo..."

"Boss, I just want to know where you are hiding?"

In the van on the hillside opposite the mansion, Harry didn't mention anything he wanted to say. Mira, a female soldier who had been observing with a night market telescope, couldn't help it: "Please tell me where you want to hide next time? And don't pull up the most critical curtain? What if you are discovered by those two men..."

"It's okay, at most it's a plot in a villa. I'm calm, my dear."

As he said something that was incomprehensible, Alice had already started the next move on her own.

In the Swiss Lake of Jobo, this is the address she had obtained after a little effort. What exactly was the "manuscript" that the man mentioned? With his conversation with the bodyguard, Alice would be a fool if she couldn't analyze it.

But it still becomes a mystery. I know why Drakken's Veple Pushkin held this manuscript, and the man obviously was not the "Arnim Zora" who wrote this algorithm. Although she could be sure that Veple was a spy, who was the other party working for and what was the purpose? Unless she started the final cheating mode and staged a hypnotic drama, she would not have much content by just one or two coffee talks.

But it is not a problem to find this house from the manuscript that has been completely copied by herself. After all, just as Brudy complained to herself, the German language that was not clear in the previous article was the thing he hated the most in his life. Proficiency in the sixteen languages ​​was an achievement that Alice had achieved when she was ten years old.

"Harry, Harry, I'm Hermione."

Reading out the useless code that Harry and Pune agreed to with him, Alice said: "Check the wireless network transmission rate and I will send all the treasures in this computer right away."

"Hermione, Hermione, I'm Harry." Harry's funny and excited feeling could be heard from his voice: "Everything is ready, boss, you are so awesome. Use such a small amount of hardware to achieve wireless network transmission. My... Hey Mira, don't hit me."

It comes with its own universal driver external wireless network card. Although Exeter's laboratory theme is a ternary computer, it is really a waste of Alice's stay every weekend. Of course, of course, before the products born in the laboratory finally enter the market, they will definitely face a sufficient social adaptation period.

"Well, then start the transmission now, just wait."

The progress bar appeared and Alice began to take a nap with her chin.

In fact, when the intruder was wandering around the house, she had already scanned most of the information. The content was nothing more than analyzing the algorithm. Although it was very troublesome, I think it should be that the original code written by Animzola was the core content, and the program code was so simplified and difficult that it was quite difficult for Alice to read, let alone an ordinary programmer? No matter what great plan the owner of this mansion wanted to make, as a user, he had to have a fool interface.

"Yes, what the hell is that guy named Anderson?"

Taking advantage of the emptied transmission of inferior wireless network cards, Alice also began to think about it. After all, she had just heard a very large amount of information conversation at a distance.

According to the analysis, it can be seen that Mr. Anderson hired a programmer named Anim Zora and wrote a very awesome algorithms to implement some secret plans. However, now, Mr. Zora seems to be a little unwilling to cooperate with his intentions.

At the same time, although the whole house is not sure, Anderson himself said that he hadn't come to this room for half a year, and this room with paper-based information on algorithms is loaded with the latest 0 system...

It's gone far.

"Well, that algorithm can obviously be used to deduce the development prospects of data sources, at least it can be used to trade stocks as a stock god... Yes, stock trading through various background information and fundamental analysis methods... haven't I done it once?"

Suddenly thinking about this, Alice was so funny and laughing. It was indeed very tempting. Buffett, a stock god who had no leash to open, could have a net worth of 50 or 60 billion. If anyone uses this algorithm to trade stocks, he can really easily achieve the goal of dominating the world. Is this the plan of Mr. Anderson? The so-called time has not come, because the subsequent impact of the "87 Stock Market Crisis" has not yet ended?

It’s useless to think too much, focusing on the current goal is the key point. Alice is average in her interest in the algorithm itself, but her curiosity is so extreme for the programmer who can write this algorithm. Unfortunately, even if this computer does not store Mr. Zora’s contact information, she can get the annotation content several times the original, and her actions tonight are not in vain.

"Hermione Hermione, this is Harry, the package has been delivered!"

"Very good Harry, may the brilliance of Goddess Hermione shine on you forever, and wait for my return!"

Unplug the network card and turn off the power supply of the machine. It's time to leave. But Alice looked at the large open window at the moment, but she didn't want to jump out directly and escape.

"Is there a dance party on the first floor?"

I don't know what song is playing below now, Alice thought about it and landed in the dark room on the second floor along the hook rope pistol that was still hanging outside the window. Her black high heels walked lightly, and she gently opened the door.

In the brightly lit second-floor corridor, you can hear the beautiful melody below. The girl in red walked out of the door calmly, ready to walk to the first floor.

Until a ungrateful Middle Eastern security guard called her in Arabic.

"Miss!?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!