Chapter 3 Where is the Imperial Fleet?
Where is the Imperial Fleet in Chapter 3 of the main text volume
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8:13 a.m. 10 Downing Street. Prime Minister's Office.
"Knock knock!" There was a quick knock on the door.
Before Prime Minister Cameron could speak, the secretary broke in sweaty at the sound of a "bang".
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, Red Emergency!" The secretary unfolded the text in his hand and said quickly, "At eight o'clock this morning, the largest cyber terrorist attack in the history of Leeds occurred. All computers, televisions and other electronic devices with internet access were disabled and have not yet been recovered. The following is a report of the losses that have been counted:
International Airport, Railway Station, Leeds TV and 23 schools, 4 multinational groups, more than 700 small and medium-sized enterprises, including but not limited to: media companies, transport companies, financial companies, IT companies, manufacturing companies......
Among them, the agricultural and animal husbandry companies suffered the least damage, and the media companies suffered the most, and at this time they were completely unable to operate. Urban traffic can barely keep running, except for on-board TVs and computers.
The situation is most dangerous in the two hospitals in the city, and there is currently a shortage of medical staff ......"
"That's it!" The Prime Minister waved his hand violently, interrupting the secretary's words, "Let the Ministry of Health urgently deploy manpower to support the major hospitals in Leeds." In the name of the Prime Minister's Office, let all police officers in the city of Leeds patrol the streets;
In addition, the Rapid Response Department was called to quickly rush to Leeds City to deal with a possible real-life terrorist attack. β
"Yes!" The secretary turned and walked away quickly. Another staff member walked in, "Your Excellency, the head of the Security Service is already waiting outside, and a cyber security task force has been brought with you. β
"Ask them to go to Hall 3, and I'll come right over."
"Yes!"
Hall 3, Temporary Emergency Response Center.
At this time, it was not only the members of the Security Service and the Cyber Security Working Group who had arrived, but also many more: the British Government Communications Headquarters, the Secret Intelligence Service, the Commissioner of the London Police, and the Minister of Defence.
"Everyone, please be seated! First, the Security Service will briefly explain the situation. β
"Yes!" After waiting for everyone to sit down, the head of the security bureau stood up, holding a copy of the document in his hand, and gave a quick introduction to everyone, and the whole process lasted only 3 minutes.
"That's probably the situation, for the cake and the name Alice, my colleagues are still looking for clues, there is no news yet, please give us a little time."
"I'm sorry, gentlemen!" As soon as the head of security sat down, a member of the cyber security team stood up and continued, "Terrorists are cunning, our colleagues in Leeds searched multiple computers, hospitals, financial companies, media companies, and found an IP address. However, this IP address is fake. β
"Got a springboard?" Some dignitaries are asking questions.
IP springboard attack is a professional term for network attack and defense. That is, using other people's machines as transit stations to attack other people's machines, so as to hide their real IP.
For example, use one's A computer to control another B computer at the far end, then use B computer to control another C computer, then D, E, F, G ......, and finally use the last computer to attack the target.
"No, it's not." The security team denied the speculation, adding, "Based on our investigation, this IP address did not use any springboard, and we also performed a log recovery on the computer, and found no signs of log erasure." β
"So what are you waiting for? Go straight to this IP and catch that bastard. Both at home and abroad, our Royal Navy fleet is already on standby in the Mediterranean. We will not compromise on any act of terror against the British Empire, regardless of country or organization. The Minister of Defense said in iron blood.
"No need to look it up!" The staff of the security team said helplessly.
"Smack!" The Minister of Defense slapped the table angrily, "What did you say?" β
"Because this IP doesn't need to be checked, you know it's fake. This IP looks like this: 300.300.300.300. β
As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.
How can it be? The IP address is 8 bits per segment, and the 8th power of 2 is 256, which is represented by 0-255, so the maximum value is 255, how can there be such a strange number as 300.
How did he (they) do it, this is a physical address?
"I'm sorry, but my colleagues and I would like to know about this as well." The staff member of the security team said in shame.
As an elite in cyber security in the UK, and a well-known hacker in the past, he knows nothing about the methods used by this terrorist or terrorist organization.
Some of the cases I have encountered before, even if they are outrageous, at least I and my colleagues can deduce the general principle.
But what happened this time, even the upper limit of the physical address can be modified?
"Alright, gentlemen, we are running out for time!" The prime minister coughed, interrupted everyone's discussion, and looked at the staff, "Is there any image or picture of that cake?" β
"Yes!" The staff of the security team took out a stack of photographs from their bags and were about to distribute them to gentlemen.
At this moment, there was a knock, the door opened, and the prime minister's secretary once again hurried in.
"Gentlemen, please watch TV."
The secretary pressed the remote control and turned on the huge LCD TV on the side of the hall:
"Hello everyone, this is BBC and I'm Lisa, a reporter for the BBC." On TV, a beautiful reporter with blonde hair said quickly to the camera, with an appropriate look of anxiety and concern on her beautiful face.
"According to our news, at 8 o'clock this morning, the city of Leeds, located in the Yorkshire-Yomboused region, was hit by the most powerful cyber terrorist attack in history. To date, the city's network has been completely paralyzed, and all electronic devices with displays have been replaced by a mysterious cake.
Lisa was able to report here with the help of satellite communications. I am now in one of the two largest hospitals in Leeds City: Leeds General Hospital.
From here, we can see that the hospital is now about to fall into chaos, and even 7 ambulance tents have been set up at the entrance, and medical staff are anxiously busy.
Because all the electronic systems of the hospital have been paralyzed, the drug dispensing system cannot make a drug list at all, and every drug needs to be manually searched by medical staff, so now there is a shortage of medical personnel specializing in pharmacology.
Please, I hope they don't take the wrong medicine. β
Speaking of which, the camera extends beyond the blonde beauty reporter to the entrance of the hospital. The door was crowded and chaotic, and medical staff dressed in white anxiously shuttled through the crowd, and from time to time they could hear voices calling for help:
βhelp!helpmeοΌβ
"God, come and help me! Come and help me! β
At this moment, an ambulance drove in, and then as some people got into the car, it quickly left again.
The camera is once again focused on the beautiful reporter.
"What we saw just now was a hospital ambulance in a neighboring city transferring seriously ill patients. It is also because the damn hackers have paralyzed the hospital's medical system, and the hospital's MRI equipment, DR system equipment and other large medical equipment cannot operate, so some seriously ill patients must be transferred to the hospital immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable! β
"Now, let's turn our attention to the culprit of this terrorist attack -- that damn cake."
On the big screen at the entrance of the hospital to promote health knowledge, a large cake full of candles is lying quietly at this time, and above it are a few lines of cute blessings:
Happy birthday Sister Alice! Sister, I like you very much, is it okay to be my girlfriend?
"Seeing this cake, I want to ask angrily: our cities in England are being destroyed, the people of England are crying, where is our government? Where is our fleet? β
"That's the BBC front correspondent Lisa's report on the latest developments in this terrorist attack. Thank you for watching, and goodbye. β
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"Smack!" The Prime Minister angrily stood up, turned off the TV, took a deep breath, and said, "Inform the media and all embassies in London that we will have an urgent press conference later." β