Crypto X Wattson の小説・ストーリー

asked Deric. Instead of answering, Caraline took a few steps forward, pushing the wheelchair she had been given toward Deric. She did so as a gesture of thanks. "What do you have except bad luck and misfortune?" Deric sat in the wheelchair, pressing the green button until the two-wheeled object instantly moved forward. "I'm just trying to help you by trying to look my best. Honestly, I wouldn't be bothered if someone gave me a dismissive look. But it will bother you a lot. I heard that the Wattson family is a high-ranking family that controls various lines of business in various cities, and some of their company branches are also located overseas."

He pushed a specialized, air-gapped tablet toward William. William began to type. He wasn't entering the master keys. He was entering a "Trojan" sequence he had written months ago in anticipation of a move like this—a code that looked like an encryption key but was actually a beacon. Once Sato’s team tried to use it to ping the Phoenix Grid, it would relay their exact server locations back to C-Nova’s security hub. "There," William said, pushing the tablet back. "That’s the handshake. It’s useless without the secondary layer, which I’ll provide once I’m on a private jet to Switzerland."

‘And what about the in-coming trial for Alexia? ‘We have already gathered the evidence and we talked to the staff of their household.’ Anton answered. ‘All your fears have been confirmed, Your Majesty. But something bothers me.’ ‘I know,’ Hadrian answered knowingly. ‘We still have a missing piece.’ Anton nodded in confirmation. He shared the same thought as the emperor regarding how deep Alexia’s plots were. And they confirmed it to be so, and there were people inside the government supporting her. ‘She wasn’t doing all this on her own. She might have her own motive, but the funds, the men and the influence are not hers. Give me the list of the names of the people affiliated with her.’ Anton

And right in the middle, a digital clock counted down. 04:12 04:11 04:10 “It’s a double-auth crypto gate,” Julian whispered, hands shaking too badly to type. His pale face glowed in the countdown’s eerie light. “Zero-knowledge proof. To wipe Leo’s entry without setting off the purge, we need your father’s original algorithm for the Vanguard core from 1996—not just a password.”

ALEXANDER I was shocked by Chris’s confidence. I looked at him doubtfully, but he said nothing more. Instead, he leaped away and disappeared into the midst of the flowers. I didn’t dwell much on his words. Turning around, I returned to my room. The lights were out, but with my sharp eyesight, I could still make out a silhouette standing by the window. From his styled hair, the knife tattoo on the back of his neck, and his posture, I already knew it was Damon. I was surprised that he had been watching Chris and me talk in the garden all along, and I was certain he had heard everything we discussed.

My focus was locked on the small, encrypted tablet clutched in my hand, the red diagnostic alert pulsing in a persistent, silent warning. WORKSTATION ID: PENTHOUSE_STUDY_04 STATUS: ACTIVE_BYPASS I pushed past the heavy double doors of Killian's private study. The room was cool, smelling of dark honey, cold birch, and the faint, dry metallic sting of the active server racks housed behind the walnut paneling. In the corner, the massive curved workstation glowed with a violent amber light, the cascading lines of a cryptographic script executing a series of unauthorized micro-transactions inside Leo's medical trust.

“Hey, Alexandra.” “Good Afternoon, Matthew,” a sensual woman’s voice sounded from the speakers overhead which Tres had installed last week. Tres muttered a few obscenities under his breath. Matt chuckled. “Quit crying. You know I’m the best hacker and that you need me.” That was true. Tres had designed all the hardware and systems for the school’s network, but it was a senior who had graduated three years ago who had implemented the nearly unbreakable encryption software. After having explained to James all of this, Tres had told him that in order to do what was needed, Matt would have to be brought into the fold. He had reluctantly agreed if Matt did not know the specifics.

"Do you know who did it?" Lionel shook his head, his eyes reflecting the flickering lights of Townsville below. "Not yet. The data was encrypted with a protocol I've never seen before. My staff in Wisteria has managed to isolate a signature, but they can't crack it from a distance. I need to be there, in the main server room, to see it for myself."

I didn’t move. My phone was still in my hand, Damien’s hand was still wrapped around mine in the dark, and the connection between us felt alive in the silence. None of that changed what I’d just read from Wren. The investor’s name is Cassian. I read the words again. And then again. They didn’t become less catastrophic no matter how many times I looked.

My legs tremble, and I sit down, trying to understand what Angelo is saying. “Hacked how?” asks Felix. “This morning, we had to send some of our associate’s money for a trans-Atlantic shipment via Greece. Well, we can’t log in.” “Into which wallet?” I ask, grimacing. Everyone turns to stare at me as though they have forgotten I exist. “Our multi-currency wallet,” Angelo replies. “The meta wallet. Where all our crypto lies - Bitcoin, Ethereum, Monero.” “Do we have others?” I ask. “Yes,” says Enzo. “We do, but most of our cash flow lies in this. The one we can’t log in into.”