"There was no other choice," Battalion Commander Geng said. "So what are you planning to do next?"
"Since we couldn't find any more clues outside, we plan to enter Workshop One and investigate," Ding Chao said.
"Alright. Be careful."
The Field Operations agents of the 67th Team regrouped in front of the main entrance to Workshop One. After using the meme detection equipment to conduct one final scan and confirming that nothing abnormal had been detected, Ding Chao nodded to a short agent wearing tactical goggles fitted with prescription lenses.
This agent was named Sharma. He was one-quarter Tianzhu descent and served as the communications specialist of the 67th Field Operations Team.
Tianzhu was a very strange country. Its illiteracy rate was as high as fifty percent, yet programmers accounted for 0.2 percent of its total population—higher even than the Xiazhou Federation, where the illiteracy rate was only one percent.
Across the ocean in the United States, programmers of Tianzhu descent made up more than seventy percent of all programmers in the country. Even Ju Ying, the top-ranked IT company in the United States, had a Tianzhu man as its final CEO and chairman.
Perhaps Sharma had inherited Tianzhu people's miraculous talent for programming. He had displayed exceptional aptitude in computer programming from a young age, winning championship after championship in programming competitions throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school—unfortunately, he went astray in college and became a hacker. Relying on his formidable skills and a vulnerability in a private bank's security system, he stole hundreds of millions' worth of virtual currency from the bank's accounts.
Under the Federation's cybersecurity laws, that amount was enough to put Sharma behind bars for life... Fortunately, none of the money had been spent when he was caught, and his talents had caught