Abraham Don's heart rate had risen to two hundred beats per minute, he was sweating profusely, his face was flushed, his pupils were constricted like pinpoint tips, and all his attention was focused on the screen of his workbench, and the cells of his whole body were supplying blood to the cells of his brain. The middle-aged man's body functions have reached their limits, his brain is frantically processing information, and then feeding it back to his fingers, and nerve currents meet and bifurcate on his central nervous system, and then rush in all directions.

"You're all right?" The Colonel turned his head to look at him, "You look like you've just come out of the sauna and you're soaking wet." ”

The middle-aged man didn't answer his question, he didn't have the time and energy to deal with other things, his mind was full of code and data, and it was hard to say whether he really heard the colonel's question.

With ten minutes left, the server farm was shutting down in large swaths, and Maxwell was looking over to see that the other side of the room was completely dark, and the darkness was still spreading.

Only the Hummingbird Hunt Team navigated the darkness with tactical flashlights, still on the lookout, searching for the intruder.

The progress bar on the workbench screen is far less fast than the second hand of the clock, under normal circumstances, brute-force cracking the black box of the safety switch is a heavy task, at least a team of more than a dozen people needs to work all night for dozens of hours to be successful, the middle-aged man is replacing a dozen people with one person, he doesn't even have complete hands.

At this rate, Abraham would not have been able to save Omega, but he was still racing against the clock and would not give up until the last minute.

Whether it's as a father to rescue his daughter.

Or as a man to save the people he loves.

There's no way he'll give up.

"Hell, what a mess of security protocols is this......"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and sweated profusely.

As time passed, a great sense of fear and powerlessness slowly crept up and grabbed the middle-aged man's heart, and he began to realize that he might not be able to save Omega, and his fingertips were numb and trembling on the keyboard.

The numbness spread up the nerves in his arm, from his wrists to his elbows to his shoulders, and finally half of his body began to go numb.

More than half of the servers in the computer room have been completely shut down, and finally there is still a small piece of light left on the middle-aged man's side, and the middle-aged man has built a defensive wall on the spot to delay the shutdown speed of the server, but with little effect, the servers are shut down one after another, and the mandatory instructions of security insurance can't even stop it.

Abraham had to stop the momentum before the last server shut down, and as long as the system hard drive wasn't completely emptied, he had a way to get all the data back.

"Quick...... Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry......"

The middle-aged man's voice was shaking.

Eventually, the last two servers on either side of him also began to shut down, and the Colonel stood by with a gun, and he distinctly heard the server's radiator stop working, and the hum of the fans gradually decreased.

"Can it be saved?" The colonel asked in a low voice.

"Don't argue, don't argue, don't argue, don't argue! I'm saving, I'm saving, I'm saving, I'm saving! Abraham was mad, and the workbench under his hand began to be formatted, and on the graphical interface at the very bottom of the screen, two progress bars were racing, one red and one blue, red for formatting progress and blue for middle-aged people's work progress.

The data was cleared extremely quickly, and in a few breaths, the progress bar had reached more than half, and it was still accelerating, like a ferocious red python.

Abraham was in despair.

He encountered three problems when solving the safety insurance, and only barely solved the first one until now, and then he was about to solve the second one, but God no longer gave him this chance.

Ninety-six percent.

Ninety-seven percent.

Ninety-eight percent.

Ninety-nine percent ...... The data clearing of the system server is complete, the red progress bar is over, and Abraham is still frantically looking up and down for vulnerabilities in the code, but the screen of the workbench suddenly goes black, and the last bit of light in the darkness is gone.

The middle-aged man's fingers froze, the crackling sound stopped abruptly, and Abraham stood in the darkness for a long time, listening to the sound of the cooling fan slowly lower and finally fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The Colonel turned his head and shone the light of the tactical flashlight at Abraham, whose face turned pale in the pillar of light.

"Failed?" The colonel asked.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, he stared blankly at the dark workbench screen, and suddenly felt that this square glass of more than ten inches was a deep well, and the bottom of the well was thousands of meters deep in the Arctic Ocean, and he just watched the girl he loved the most being locked in a cage alive, and then sinking to the bottom of the ice sea.

He tried desperately to get her out, but he failed.

All the girl's cries for help and cries were drowned in the dark and cold water. Abraham could imagine the water pouring into the girl's mouth, nose, throat, trachea, and lungs, and she was so frightened that she reached out to her, but she was blocked by this damn few millimeters of glass, and the despair that suddenly weighed down, and everything he lived on in this world was gone.

Abraham Tang's mind went blank, he lost all his strength and slowly sat down against the cabinet.

The colonel came over and shook his shoulders and shouted something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it, and the middle-aged man looked at the dark machine room and felt that it was like a grave.

"Old man? Old folk! Abraham! Abraham! The colonel slapped the middle-aged man on the cheek vigorously and brought him back to his senses, no matter whether the rescue work was successful or not, the middle-aged man could not fall here, the omega system was gone, the safety zone would face extinction, and the next work was the most difficult and dangerous...... They have to find a way to save the lives of all the survivors, and the colonel needs the assistance of a middle-aged man.

"Get up! Stand up for me! The colonel yelled, "Let's go up!" Everybody's on orders! Evacuate! ”

Maxwell struggled to pick up the middle-aged man, and the members of the hummingbird hunting team gathered around the colonel, they were about to leave the engine room, and the omega system was gone...... The foundations on which the security zone depended had collapsed, and they faced the biggest challenge ever. The survivors of the Shanghai Naval Military Academy can still ensure enough means of survival in the apocalypse of the world's destruction and enjoy the last afterglow of human scientific and technological achievements, and the only reason is the management of the Omega system.

Predictably, the days that followed will be the darkest...... They will lose the last protection of human technological civilization and completely fall into a world of death filled with zombies and hunters.