The unlucky guy who was selected by Zhang Wei this time is an uncle named Sam, the workshop director of an engine assembly plant in Pratt & Whitney, and he can be regarded as a loyal manager, with enough authority, and most importantly, the workshop that this guy is responsible for is the last step of the final assembly, and it can be sent to the warehouse after installation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Originally, Zhang Wei wanted to find a storekeeper or something, but after many inquiries, as a military enterprise, it was the soldiers who guarded the warehouse, which was embarrassing, and it was not easy to blend in with the US imperialist army.

This is also understandable, after all, this assembly plant is the place where the final assembly of fighter engines is carried out, and if the guard force is insufficient, it will be casually manipulated by some people with ulterior motives, and the loss will be great.

When he came to the assembly workshop, Zhang Wei was still lamenting that Pratt & Whitney's wealth was huge, and he didn't need to use an access card when he entered this factory, and he also needed fingerprint and face verification, but fortunately he didn't have to verify DNA like the movie staged, otherwise it would be really troublesome to want to come in.

In the eyes of others, Sam still goes to work as usual, then checks the final assembly line, and then supervises the work, and no one knows that this Sam is no longer the Sam they are familiar with.

"This Sam is really a bad taste, he actually watched an island country love action movie when he went to work, but this guy is quite discerning, look, this small figure ......" Zhang Wei sat in Sam's office and looked at the monitor with interest.

As a computer master, when he came here, Zhang Wei naturally couldn't let go of such a good opportunity, only to see Zhang Wei take out a USB disk and plug it into the computer, and then there was a crazy operation.

A few minutes later, a progress bar appeared on Sam's computer monitor, which was a crack program by Zhang Wei to crack Pratt & Whitney's internal defenses and get the data out.

When the progress bar is completed, Zhang Wei took out a hard disk and plugged it into the computer, and began to transfer data, although Zhang Wei is not good at these professional data, but this does not prevent Zhang Wei from transferring data, according to Zhang Wei's idea, regardless of whether he is right or wrong, all the transfer is right.

Pratt & Whitney, as one of the world's top aero engine manufacturers, has a large database, and it took Zhang Wei more than ten minutes to transfer less than 30 percent, but at this time the system issued a warning.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei knew that this was a preset defense measure to prevent data leakage.

"What's going on? Why does the alarm go off in the data center? An executive from Pratt & Whitney headquarters hurriedly ran in the direction of the computer room.

"I don't know what the reason is for the time being, but it may be that it was attacked by hackers, and this kind of thing happens countless times every year." An executive in the same industry said indifferently.

"There's no way around that, the whole world is staring at the production technology of F119, so we'd better be careful."

"It's not a hack, it's data transferring, find out what's wrong?" When several executives arrived at the computer room, the technicians were busy non-stop.

Although these executives are not professional computer experts, they still understand simple operations, especially for such a big thing as data transfer, and they have raised their vigilance one by one.

"We're tracking the flow of data, and we haven't found the source yet, but it should be soon." The technician wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Can you cut off contact now?" An executive said.

"No, I've already tried it, but the other party's method is very clever, plus our computer room has backup power and servers, so we can't cut it off at all." The technician shook his head.

"Found it, the target is in the final assembly plant, this is the address, you guys go and check it!" At this time, a technician finally found Sam's address.

"Hurry, hurry!" Even Zhang Wei, a special soldier, couldn't help but be nervous at this time, which was simply too exciting.

He also knew how dangerous it was to do this now, and it was very likely that a careless person would be planted here, but after doing it, he couldn't stop at all.

"Hurry, hurry, we're here!" Footsteps could be heard outside.

At this time, Zhang Wei looked at the progress bar on the monitor, there were still three percent, why did these people come so quickly? Zhang Wei gritted his teeth and thought.

There was no way, Zhang Wei could only lock the door of the office first, and then move some things to the file, he knew that the effect of this was very small, but being able to block it for a while was also buying time for himself.

"Quick, find the key, open the door for me right away."

"What else are you looking for, just hit the door!"

Well, it's violent, but it's the easiest way to do it right now.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise outside, and Zhang Wei was staring at the progress bar tightly, with ten seconds to go...... Three, two, one, ok, withdraw!

After unplugging the USB disk and mobile hard disk, he turned over directly from the window, and successfully fell to the ground after several borrowings, but Zhang Wei did not leave like this, but ran to the workshop and hurriedly collected some assembled and unassembled engines, and then quickly escaped.

"Boom!" The office door was finally slammed open, but there was no one else in the office?

"It's been confirmed that this computer is stealing our data." The technician checked Sam's still open computer and said.

Although the people of Pratt & Whitney moved very fast, they always lagged behind Zhang Wei, and this time they not only lost a lot of valuable information, but also lost a lot of finished products, which made the senior management of Pratt & Whitney very angry.

"What have I done?" Director John of the CIA said helplessly as he looked at the ceiling.

Just now, he has received more than a dozen phone calls, all of which ask him to investigate the truth about the theft of Pratt & Whitney, these are all big guys, and he doesn't dare to offend any of them.

"How's the investigation into the Pratt & Whitney theft?" John asked the secretary with a dark face.

"Basically, the investigation has made it clear, the perpetrator should be a workshop supervisor of the Pratt & Whitney Assembly Plant, the data was transferred through his computer, and the workers in the workshop also saw Sam stealing the engine with their own eyes, but it seems a little weird." The secretary said.

"What's weird, catch the prisoner first!" John said, as long as there is a goal, just catch the prisoner first and give those big guys an explanation.

"When we found Sam, he was already dead at home, and the time of death was probably about seven o'clock last night." The secretary said.