"What's going on?"

Wu Meng frowned and looked at the picture on the second monitor, the original second monitor should be playing the picture of his own live broadcast, but now his original live broadcast room is no longer a live broadcast of himself, but has become another live broadcast room.

And no matter how much he drummed it, he couldn't get the live broadcast room back to normal.

"What the hell is going on? Did the server of station B blow up?"

Wu Meng scratched his wig, he had been selling Meng to the screen for a long time just now, was it all sold in vain.

Exiting the live broadcast room angrily, Wu Meng's face was shocked, only to find that it was not only one of his own live broadcast rooms that had a problem, but dozens of up live broadcast rooms on the entire screen.

"Did the server really blow up?"

He browsed through several pages in a row and found that everyone's live broadcast room had really become another live broadcast room.

"Huh, the title has changed? Matrix Game Round 3: Night Hunt?"

"Matrix games?"

Wu Meng was confused for a while, and then reacted, isn't this "matrix game" a very popular video recently? Why did you come here to broadcast live? No, if you broadcast live, why did everyone's live broadcast room become your "matrix game"?

"Ding. ”

The phone on the table next to me received a WeChat alert.

Wu Meng was puzzled, picked up his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

"Meng Meng, did you find it, all the websites have exploded!"

"Exploded?Oh, you said live broadcast?yes,I found that all the live broadcast rooms of station B blew up......"

"It's not station B, it's all live broadcast sites. ”

Several voices were sent from the opposite side in a row.

"Funny Fish, Panda, Huya, Dragon Ball, Battle Flag, All People, and Station B have all exploded, no, even the live sports broadcast on iQiyi has exploded......"

What the heck?

What the hell is he talking about?

Wu Meng was more puzzled, but it didn't prevent him from quickly opening the teasing fish and the panda.

He quickly understood what his friend meant.

All the live broadcast sites have indeed exploded, not the ordinary ones, but all the live broadcast rooms have become the title of "Matrix Game Round 3 - Night Hunting".

Wu Meng looked at the monitor blankly, only feeling that his scalp was numb that he had never had, and he couldn't help but tear off his long black and straight wig, revealing his real short hair.

"Damn, is this a hacker from all over the world coming to hack China's server?"

Wu Meng muttered to himself.

"Meng Meng, take a look at Twitter and YouTube, damn it, it's, these two websites have also been hacked. ”

Another voice message came.

“......”

Wu Meng was silent and hurriedly climbed over the wall, and the result was really as his friend said, even these two world-wide websites were hacked, all of them were titled "Matrix Game Round 3 Night Hunting", the only difference is that this title is written in English.

If you want to say that China's live broadcast websites have been hacked, then Wu Meng can barely believe that this is a collective act of hackers, but even the world-class websites abroad have been hacked, this, this is too much, right?

"Meng Meng, I'm shit, go and log in to CCTV's official website, it's too fucked, CCTV's live broadcast room has also been hacked. ”

"I'm grass!"

Wu Meng finally couldn't help but burst out loud, and quickly logged on to CCTV to take a look, and immediately saw that it should have been the live broadcast of various CCTV channels, but now it has really become the live broadcast room of the "matrix game".

Suddenly, another voice text message came.

This time, Wu Meng didn't click to listen, but shouted directly into the phone: "What's the matter? It can't be a fucking alien invasion, right?"

Speaking of this, Wu Meng glanced out of the window with a weak heart.

Fortunately, it was normal outside, and there were no other changes.

"Meng Meng, TV, go turn on the TV. ”

sent the voice message over, clicked on the message sent by his friend, Wu Meng stood up suddenly: "TV?"

A bad thought arose in my heart.

He hurried out of his room and ran to the living room to turn on the TV set at home.

"This, this?"

After changing more than a dozen channels in a row, Wu Meng sat on the sofa in a daze, only to feel that his brain had fallen into a state of stagnation.

What the hell is going on?

He looked up blankly: "Is it really an alien invasion of Earth?"

Otherwise, who will explain such an unbelievable thing?

All the TV shows have been hacked, and I can't believe who this is.

In fact, don't say that he is alone, compared to the surprised anchors, the number of netizens who are 10,000 times more than 10,000 times more have fallen into chaos, Weibo, Tieba, forums, and countless barrages in major live broadcast rooms have instantly floated out, all asking what happened?

If only dozens of websites were hacked, although the number of netizens affected was large, it would not immediately alarm the country's top level, but even all TV stations, down to provincial TV stations, were all hacked, and this situation is no longer something that hackers can explain.

Middle East.

Since the outbreak of the war between the government and the opposition five years ago, the war has been going on for five years, and the entire peaceful and wealthy country has been destroyed into ruins.

The people who live in this land can no longer enjoy the tranquility that peace brings, and the threat of death and hunger is everywhere with them, and they want to enjoy the tranquility, fearing that only death can bring them this precious gift.

Tafiq Zawahiri didn't care about that, he walked briskly into the room, and with a wave of his hand, four fanatics had already taken the hostages, tied them up in chairs, and the others set up their cameras and prepared to broadcast live on Twitter via Periscope.

That's right, they're really ready to go live, to the world.

Let the whole world see all this, see everything fundamentalism.

"Let's go!"

Zawahiri ordered indifferently.

His order was immediately carried out.

The executioner walked up to the hostage and removed the hostage's black sleeve with a blank face.

The hostages, who had been injected with a large amount of tranquilizers, had no power to resist, and even looked in a sluggish state, and he did not even have the slightest look of fear in the face of the large knife that was about to be cut at his neck.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"What's wrong? It was cut off before it even started?"

Zawahiri was dissatisfied: "Hurry up and change the IP and account." ”

"No, Captain, come and see. ”

The man was sweating profusely, "Something is wrong. ”

"Something is wrong, what's wrong?"

Zawahiri strode in, looking down, "What do you mean, how is it all a picture?"

"It's not just here, it's Al Jazeera as well. Apparently, they were surprised and puzzled.

With China as the core, like a ripple caused by a pebble thrown into a pond, it quickly spread to South Korea, RB, and Russia in the north, swept through Vietnam, Thailand, Southeast Asia, and Australia in the south, and rapidly expanded to the west and east to the entire surface of the planet.