Nervous.

These two words are almost turning into substance in this room, overwhelming all the technicians.

incarnated in the computer contest, no smoke, no blood, but let them feel the most serious chilling.

The data on the computer screen is rising rapidly, and programs that are completely unreadable in all kinds of non-professional fields are mobilized, and the atmosphere in the room is suppressed.

Even though Fang Lesheng was not in the room at this time, it was evident from the dazzling rapping speed on the keyboard of Malone's men that they met a strong enemy.

Ten enemies, and these ten are all top professionals in this field.

Across the...