At Gaskell Corporation, a group of young people sat in the conference room staring at their computers.
Seven or eight were yawning, while another four or five were struggling to keep their eyes open. None dared to succumb to sleep, not with Queenie casting her ominous presence at the front of the room.
At noon, Queenie got a reply from Raven that made her forehead vein pop. It was a deal worth six hundred million, yet they were being so casual about it.
But with the company's firewall system at stake, Queenie rushed to the office. She had to prepare and gather all the computer experts in the company into the conference room.
"I need you all to track down the other party's location through the network."
The computer experts could only respond in unison, "Yes."
After Queenie sent the task request, they waited for hours in the meeting room until they finally received a reply at 10:00 pm.
Raven replied, "Task accepted. 1.05 billion. Get ready and transfer the funds to this account within half an hour. No delays."
Queenie had skipped going to the Astral Nova Auction. She had waited anxiously for the entire day, only to receive a shock when she finally saw the figure—1.05 billion.
In just a few days, Raven's price had skyrocketed from 300 million to 1.05 billion. Queenie suddenly realized she might have been scammed.
Ever since the surveillance footage was leaked, it seemed like she had been lured into a trap.
"Find their location now!"
Queenie slammed her hand on the table and stood up.
The hackers sprang into action and swiftly tracked down the coordinates.
After a flurry of keystrokes, one of them reported, "Found them. 66°34' S, 160° E."
"30° N, 20° E"
"34° S, 151° E"
As everyone reported their findings, they looked at each other and finally came to one conclusion—they had been counter-surveilled.
"We've traced the bank card information. It's the account used for payments at the Astral Nova Auction," someone said.
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