Inside the fast-food restaurant at this moment.
Mike sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, eating local synthetic meals, while his ear implant was receiving all special fluctuations within a three-kilometer radius—
Including the encrypted communications of the building's security system.
Suddenly, Mike's pupils contracted slightly, and he warned: "They've added scanning posts. The biometrics precision for floors B2 through B6 has been increased by three hundred percent."
Hearing this, Chris immediately issued a warning to Leon's side:
"Evacuate immediately. We'll initiate Contingency Plan C if necessary and release the Strategic Bio-Organic Weapon."
On the other hand, over at Leon's location.
The lights in the server room suddenly turned to a blinding blue, the precursor to the scan initiating.
Seeing this, he immediately drew the data spike while pulling a small device from his waist and attaching it to a server rack.
This was the "Memory Worm" developed by the Imperial Engineering Institute, capable of continuing to steal data without human control.
As the first scanning beam pierced the wall, Leon's figure had already blended into the shadows of the ventilation ducts.
The scanning beam swept past the spot where he had just stood like a ghost, yet detected only the normal thermal fluctuations of the servers.
"Sweep complete," the security AI's electronic voice echoed in the corridor. "No traces of intrusion detected."
Meanwhile, the mid-level auditorium of the building was gradually filling up with representatives from all walks of life.
The front rows were occupied by impeccably dressed high-ranking military officials and dignitaries, their seats equipped with built-in privacy shielders that cut off any possible prying.
The middle rows were crammed with holographic recorders from major media outlets; these hovering metal spheres constantly adjusted their focal lengths like a pack of hungry eyeballs.
The back rows stood lower-ranking officers and civilian