"Click—"
The door to the dean's office was pushed open, and a man in a white gown rushed in, "Blake, the hospital just got hacked by an unknown hacker!"
The man sitting on the swivel chair turned his body.
Cold white skin, high nose bridge, half-closed eyes casting a shadow that made it hard to discern his expression.
"Hmm, I know."
Claud Stuart pulled a chair and sat down, "The hospital is under attack, aren't you worried as the dean?"
Blake Fuller's slightly narrowed eyes lifted, and a pair of swirling mist filled eyes made it difficult to catch his mood, "I personally wrote the hospital's firewall program, only that person can crack it."
Claud furrowed his brows, a puzzled look appeared on his angular face, "You mean X?"
X, the chief of the Matrix, ranked seventh in the International Wanted List, had suddenly vanished two years ago.
Returning to the brotherhood once again, he didn't expect his first target to be Longevity.
"Hmm, she's back."
Blake played with a well-crafted pen in his distinct hands, twirling it skillfully between his fingers and tucking it back into his hand.
Claud Stuart took off the stethoscope around his neck, deep in thought, "What does he want to do?"
The patients at Longevity are all rich and powerful; the exposure of their conditions would not be insignificant.
"Longevity doesn't research drugs."
So, the only thing that could attract her would be the patients.
Blake took out a list of hospital patients from the drawer, skimmed through it, and circled a few names with the pen cap.
"Keep a close watch on these people."
"Anna Morrison? A little star, what's so interesting about her for X?"
Any random patient in the hospital could easily beat her.
Blake stroked the pen, "Don't ask too much, you're not smart enough."
"Enough is enough, this is intellectual discrimination." Claud Stuart folded the list and stuffed it into his pocket, leaving the dean's office with lingering doubts.
As soon as he was gone, Blake took out another list that meticulously recorded the admission times of all patients.
Among the multitude of patients, only Anna Morrison's admission time overlapped with X's appearance.
...
Upon leaving the milk tea shop, Caroline Edwin's footsteps suddenly paused, her eyes flickered, mysterious and unfathomable.
The hand holding the computer bag loosened slightly, moving her wrist, seemingly capricious for no reason.
Suddenly making a turn, she did not head towards the parked motorcycle but walked into the dim alley with few people nearby.
Having lost sight of their target, the girls following her in secret frowned.
"Where's that bitch Caroline? How come she disappeared all of a sudden?"
"Damn, we lost her. I was originally planning to bag her, hang her up, and beat her up to vent for Anna!"
The girl called Rose, who had rushed out of the milk tea shop, held her phone tight, kicked the wall irritably.
Seeing the alley beside her, her eyes lit up, "That bitch Caroline must have gone into the alley, let's hurry and follow."
She sneered and opened the camera on her phone to record, determined to teach Caroline a lesson this time.
Caroline leaned against the wall, her legs casually crossed, swaying idly, the dim light shone on her figure, creating an oddly harmonious scene.
Hearing the footsteps, she looked up at the approaching girls, her voice cold, "Looking for me?"
The dimness in the alley made it difficult to see, but the sharp gaze made the girls pause momentarily.
"That bitch Caroline, you put Anna in the hospital, today we must avenge Anna!"
"Oh? In that case, let's all go together, don't waste time." Caroline Edwin moved her fingers, a low laugh escaped from her throat, her eyes revealing a touch of arrogance and unruliness.