"Adjutant, check whether there are any information networks nearby that can be hacked into."
Su Ming did not rush to land. Instead, he guided the spaceship behind a satellite and hid in its shadow while having Adjutant investigate online intelligence.
Although Pegasus only carried a subprogram of Adjutant, she had ultimately come from Cybertron.
Optimus Prime was always making speeches, capable of broadcasting from Earth to the entire universe.
"I am Optimus Prime, sending this message to all Autobots wandering among the stars. We are waiting for you here."
What did that prove? If nothing else, it showed that Cybertronian communications technology was undeniably powerful.
And with such powerful communications technology, the associated hacking skills—eavesdropping, network intrusion, and the like—would not be weak either. Perhaps Adjutant was no match for Cyborg next door in DC, who possessed a Mother Box, but on present-day Earth, there was no hacker stronger than her.
"Hotspot located. Intrusion complete. Target structure: primitive quantum communications network. Low transmission rate. Real-name identity binding model. Identity registration cracked. Translation function activated."
Adjutant's mechanical female voice rang out in the cockpit. She had effortlessly entered the Shi'ar network.
Su Ming rolled his neck, lit a cigarette, and sat down. Gin leaned over to massage his shoulders. Thoroughly enjoying himself, he instructed Adjutant, "Come to think of it, I haven't been online in years. Let me see what hot topics the Shi'ar have been discussing lately. Oh, right, register a username for me first. Call it Shi'ar2333333. You decide how many threes."
Jason and Old Steward exchanged a glance, unable to figure out what Deathstroke intended to do. But they were undoubtedly deep behind enemy lines, so they could only wait patiently and watch.
"Registration complete. Featherfall native-born resident. Female. Eighteen years old. Hobby: running." Adjutant immediately completed the