Juan finds K again.

The other party was in the restaurant, just finished eating, and was still enjoying the after-dinner wine in small sips.

Brother Fran was at the same table as K, he didn't seem to eat much, and most of the dinner in front of him didn't move, but he drank fiercely.

Juan called K to the rooftop, and after checking that no one was around, he told K that the bank's identification system was wrong.

"Does that mean we've succeeded?"

Juan actually already knew it, but he just wanted to hear K's confirmation.

But K's expression was unusually solemn: "It's not a good thing, Juan, I have a bad feeling. ”

Juan was nervous by K: "What's wrong?" ”

"I didn't think that the brain chip program vendor would sell the backdoor recognition program, which is really excessive, and they are doing it illegally."

Juan felt that the word "illegal" always smelled strange when it came out of the mouth of the agents of the Coalition Investigation Bureau.

He said indifferently: "There are many illegal things, who hasn't broken the law these days?"

"We in the Human Union are committed to capitalism.

"And capital, as we all know, has 50% of the profits, and it takes risks;

"For the sake of 100% profit, it dares to trample on all human laws;

"With a 300% profit, it dares to commit any crime, even to the risk of hanging its head.

"If unrest and strife bring profit, it encourages unrest and strife, as evidenced by the smuggling and slave trade.

"So, what's the problem with brain chip program vendors selling backdoor recognition programs to banks?"

"The problem is that if it can be sold to one, it will be sold to a second or a third...... As long as the profit is sufficient, it will be sold by anyone. ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's not just banks that distinguish VIP customers, any service industry and merchants like VIP.

"Because VIP customers are potential large consumers, with the same, or a little more, to serve VIP customers, you can reach more transactions and reap more profits."

"I know what you're talking about, but what does it have to do with me?"

"The bank's VIP identification system collapsed, but what about someone else's?"

At this point, K paused, seemingly searching the web with a brain chip.

"I've found out that both water and energy companies have employees complaining about the sudden increase in VIP customers and they can't keep busy."

Juan also used his brain chip to search the Internet for information about the "sudden increase in VIPs."

Sure enough, all the all-Union chain stores, hotels, and interstellar shipping companies have employees complaining.

A chain store sales: "I'm going to die, today a grandmother who often comes to buy a green onion, the system actually prompted her to package it, let the department manager personally send it to the door, roar, the department manager is so busy today that the toilet is not available." ”

The front desk of a five-star hotel: "What's going on?" Why are all the guests here today VIP? Are you prompted to upgrade their room?

"But the presidential suite and executive suite are gone, what should I do? Ah, another car of VIPs came, and the high-end business room was gone.

"Oh my God, who do I see? The richest man in Xihong City! But there's only economy housing! ”

Customer service of a flight: "Hell, the economy class of the entire flight is automatically upgraded to first class, is it a VIP charter flight today?" First class can't be allocated!

"Those councillors and presidents are really, what does it matter if you sit next to the economy class toilet once in a while, I don't see that the first class is full, what are you complaining about!"

……

Juan shared the information he had found with K, saying:

"K, you're right, it seems that the brain chip program provider not only sold the backdoor recognition program to the bank, but now, the whole league is in chaos."

K said with a calm face: "It doesn't matter if these all-alliance chain companies are messed up, it has nothing to do with us."

"I'm worried about those local merchants whose business is limited to one or a few planets, and I'm afraid they won't mess up!"

Juan wondered: "Isn't it good that there is no chaos, and the people's lives will not be affected." ”

"What does it matter to me whether people's lives are affected, what I'm afraid of is that local merchants have also bought backdoor recognition programs, but because the business is limited to one or a few planets, they won't scan your backdoor, so they won't be affected by hackers."

Juan still didn't understand: "These companies have nothing to do with me, isn't it normal not to be affected?" ”

"But here's the clue!"

Seeing that Juan was confused, K explained:

"The NSA will definitely track down the hacking of the backdoor identification program, but it is impossible for them to find out that your 'backdoor green light' has been affixed to the 'film' on so many people across the alliance.

However, for the fact that local merchants who also use backdoor identification programs are not affected, the exclusion method can be used to narrow down the scope to a few planets that all local merchants do not set foot in.

"Then the human beings on these planets are sorted, and the workload is not very large, and it can be done."

Juan understood.

Finding a person in the human race of the whole alliance who "sticks a film on the green light at the back door" is like finding a special drop of water in the ocean, which is impossible to do.

But if the scope is narrowed down to a beautiful planet where no merchants have set foot in it, and there are only a few humans on the planet.

In this case, the NSA can take a magnifying glass and look at them one by one.

Then it is not very difficult to find out that one of them has a film on the green light on the back door.

Thinking of this, Juan began to sweat on the back of his neck.

"K, what should I do? Can you hack all those local merchants? Why don't I take the Millennium Falcon and take a tour of the planets? ”

"It's okay for you to go hacked, but on which planet your personal identification information appears, the local merchants of which planet will be hacked, such an obvious clue is no different from surrendering."

Unable to figure out what to do, Juan returned to the office sullenly.

He knew that the NSA had suffered such a big loss, and it must have tried its best to find him out.

And now that the clues are there, Juan feels that time is running out for him.

He even felt that he had become a hunter who used the method of elimination, a bear forced into a corner, with no way out, nowhere to go, but to wait for the fatal blow to come.

No! Don't sit still!

It's a big deal to fight with them!

NSA！ You want my life! I'll take your lives first!

I want to expose your ugly face to the world!

I'm going to expose the fact that the brain chip has a backdoor!

I want all the people to know that what they think is a democratic and free life is actually just a beautiful soap bubble!

I want to burst this soap bubble and let the authoritarian and non-human rights reality underneath be completely exposed!

Just do it!

But when Juan packed up a series of information about prism memory, the fact that the N.S.A. was spying on important people, and the illegal use of backdoor identification programs by a large number of companies, he was ready to send them to the Internet.

He suddenly thought of an untraceable account named "Snowden" that he had obtained from the Washington Rabbit.

By the way, why should I rush to the front by myself and disturb the world behind the scenes?

With this idea, Juan carefully sifted through the packaged information.

All links that could reveal his identity have been deleted and obscured.

Including the process by which Captain Solo and Chewbaccar get the prism memory in the Speaker's office.

Juan carefully replaced the two with cartoon monkeys and orangutans.

After doing all this, Juan used the "Snowden" account to send the document package named "Prismgate" to various online platforms that he had previously mastered.

The dice have been rolled.

For the rest, Juan can only leave it to fate.