Su Hao's face no longer had the original rigidity that was deliberately maintained. Under the soft light, this young man, who was about twenty-five or six years old, showed a hint of quiet indifference.

He didn't seem to be racing against time at all. The mechanical guards who guarded the harbor and could break into the door at any time seemed to be no threat to him. They felt like they were playing with a beloved toy.

The flexible fingers flew up and down the keyboard at an unimaginable speed. When they lifted and fell, they could not see the actual shape at all. Only the shadow like a sudden rain made the viewer's eyes fall into unconscious confusion and numbness...

The mechanical fixing pliers on the dock slide have begun to loosen from all corners of the hull. The battleship floating in mid-air in a weightless state, with thick round jet openings at the tail, also faintly revealing red and red hot heat.

The core energy furnace of the warship has begun to ignite and can be launched at any time.

After a few minutes, the fully opened fixed pliers could no longer hold the wide hull. The huge energy generated by the quantum fusion furnace was slowly pushing this representative product of human technology into the vast universe port.

Su Hao's eyes were still staring at the electronic holographic screen located horizontally in front of him.

All relevant instructions have been entered. The rest is to sit here quietly and wait.

This is also the most worrying and uncontrollable part of the entire plan.

It takes a total of five minutes and forty-two seconds to exit the warship and enter the super-light jumping track until it takes off.

During this period, warships that cannot be turned on energy protection are in the most fragile period. Once the terminal optical brain of the monitoring port finds abnormalities, they will order the group of fully excited particle guns set on the ground to open fire without hesitation. Hundreds of thick and hot energy waves are enough to vaporize the entire warship on the spot.

To this end, Su Hao specially entered a "dock swap" command used as a deception. These special information composed of countless words and symbols will make the main control light brain make a wrong judgment. This huge warship suddenly took off, but it just needs to be replaced with a new berth.

Time passed slowly every minute and second. When an oval white energy circle flashed at the front of the battleship, Su Hao only felt that his heart seemed to be pulled high by an invisible big hand and squeezed tightly.

That is a precursor to the upcoming space jump and the final element of whether this action can succeed.

As a successful thief, Su Hao's head full of wisdom can produce careful and detailed plans. Coupled with his strong body and agile skills, his ability to reflect instant thinking on any unexpected situations, he has long become the best in the interstellar thief, a career that is despised by ordinary people.

However, no matter how talented a thief or the impeccable plan is, there are always situations that cannot be controlled by human power. For these accidents that are beyond the normal range, the only thing that can be done is prayer.

Su Hao is in this situation now.

He personally formulated the plan to steal the warship. Among them, no smallest link was missed. From pretending to be a clone and mixing into the interstellar port, until he forged commands to confuse the terminal to control the light brain and board the ship, and even input all command codes within the detection time... all these difficult and dangerous actions, in his opinion, are actually just a piece of cake.

What really scares him was an accident that human power could not predict.

A meteorite that flies out of track, a small short circuit of integrated circuit board, and a sudden cosmic ray storm... may all cause the terminal light brain to get rid of the deceived mode and re-enter the full alert state.

The probability of these accidents occurring is only one in ten million. But no matter what, they do exist.

Whenever this happens, Su Hao always hopes that the God of Luck can always favor him. Although luck is a bit illusory, it is crucial for a thief.

A slightly white energy light ball encircled the entire battleship. Just as this energy that was powerful enough to tear apart the time channel, the huge ship seemed to be swallowed by a greedy devil hidden in the void of the universe. In an instant, it had completely disappeared from the surveillance radar screen of the port.

Half an hour later, the terminal control room of the Styx Interstellar Universe Port was in chaos.

Wilmore, the highest executive director of the port who was sleeping soundly and woken up from bed by emergency communications, still feels confused in his mind until now.

A warship was lost in the heavily guarded spaceport?

Isn't this a joke?

A total of 100,000 fully armed clone army army troops were stationed outside the port.

The passages of the dock patrolling tens of thousands of mechanical guards back and forth.

Even more than 5,000 fully automatic detection scanners were installed in each defensive blind spot in the port area. Not to mention thieves, even if a fly with a slightly strange appearance flies flying over the port area, they would be hit by the full-energy particle cannons connected to the information network on the spot and not even the slags were left.

After all, in this all-tech era, using modified mechanical insects to collect intelligence is no longer a big deal.

Under such strict defense, someone is brave enough to steal?

When he received the news, Wilmore didn't believe it was true.

He felt that this may just be a false alarm caused by the terminal controller data statistics error.

You should know that, together with yourself, there are no more than fifty normal human managers in the entire port.

Each of them has their own identity identification marks. Fingerprints, chromosomes, voiceprints, and gene cell characteristics are all available. Unless it is a premeditated rebellion, any outsider who attempts to sneak into the port range will not even be able to deceive the clone army.

The biggest advantage of full-microcomputer management is the centralized processing of information.

In addition to all human managers registered in the microcomputer center, tens of thousands of mechanics, maintenance, ground staff, and service personnel in the port are all replaced by cheap gene replicators. Without self-awareness, every move must be restricted by the general control computer. Even if you go to the bathroom to solve the most basic physiological burden, you must send an application to the computer and only after obtaining approval can you do it.

How did that guy drive away the entire warship under such strict surveillance?

This has replaced the previous doubts and has become a problem that Wilmore desperately wants to figure out.

The answer is actually very simple.

In the replayed surveillance video, he saw a scene that would never be forgotten by him.

A clone mechanic who was urinating in the bathroom was smashed from behind by a huge wrench and smashed his head alive. After the body was stuffed into a ceramic toilet, poured with corrosive agents of extremely high concentrations. In an instant, a replica who weighed more than 100 kilograms was decomposed into a pool of fishy yellow pus in a violent chemical reaction. Under the rinsing of a strong water flow, it quietly entered the sewer pipe and became garbage and waste that could not be found.

After all this, the murderer who walked out of the toilet compartment calmly changed into a brand new worker uniform. He also opened the bathroom door with a unique mechanical movement of the clone and walked out calmly.

A fake clone mechanic was born like this.

Everything that happened next was natural.

No one noticed the existence of the fake. This guy worked with all the gene replicators, had dinner, and rested... until more than thirty hours later, he was sent to the stolen warship by a repair order from the terminal light brain.

"Who is this guy?"

"What's going on with that maintenance order?"

"How did he get in?"

"Why didn't the surveillance system issue any alarm?"

A series of question marks kept spinning back and forth in Wilmo's mind, confusing, chaotic and angry.

"The computer was cheated."

A microcomputer repairman looked at the messy electronic signals on the screen and thumped his head in annoyance: "This guy is so cunning. He actually used the method of presetting in advance to input a large amount of fake data into the terminal control telegram. This made the alert system judged that all the abnormalities observed by the camera were normal."

"Preset in advance? Using external devices to preset data in advance? How is this possible?"

Wilmore's surprise was not without reason.

For any programmer, the four words "pre-set in advance" will never feel that life is.

This is probably the biggest joke that humans have ever had since invented the computer.

The so-called presetting refers to the method of forcibly including the data documents set up in advance in the specified location through the network connection.

According to the theory of academic authority: when the network runs to a certain level, there will always be some unfixed resource faults in the complex and huge information branches at a certain segment point.

For example, a computer can generate trillions of units of computing information during one minute of operation. However, a short gap that must be generated will still appear in a certain microsecond, even in a unit of time smaller than microseconds.

This situation can never be avoided.

The two pieces of information in the front and back must be connected by this gap to become a perfectly integrated whole. The time required is so short that it is impossible to attract the attention of the user.

Let me ask, if you divide a second into tens of millions or even more equal units. Then, can you keenly detect one of them?

If all these openings can be found and used reasonably, then you can pre-set them in advance even in any occasion.

This is like someone uses a public network to force a piece of private data into it when browsing a web page, making the entire page for himself.

It sounds like a fantasy.

No one with a normal mind would believe such a ridiculous thing.

Because even scholars who proposed this theory cannot do this at all.

As for the technology currently mastered by humans, even if the most advanced quantum computer is used, it is impossible to easily find a possible breakthrough in so much data.

According to authoritative statements, "pre-setting" can only be valid in theory.

However, it did happen.

Just under your nose.

Wilmore was completely stunned.

"My day..."

As an elite human who has received higher education and sat on the seat of the Star Pier General Manager, of course he understood that such vulgar language was really harmful to his identity.

However, he still couldn't help but want to curse.

It's simply unreasonable.

You know, what is lost is not an ordinary cargo, but a complete battle cruiser!

According to the public price of the Interstellar Union Chamber of Commerce, the market price of such a warship is as high as 300,000 hard-pass cosmic coins. If converted into an ordinary circulating currency, it would be nearly 3 billion circulating star coins.

Such a large sum of money is simply an astronomical figure.

Based on his monthly salary of 50,000 star yuan, even if he doesn't eat or drink, and keeps selling his butt to do part-time jobs for twenty-four hours a day, I'm afraid he will not be able to pay off this terrible debt in his lifetime.

With a large drop of cold sweat, it oozed out of her forehead. Wilmore had a heart of death.

"God! What should I do? That damn thief! The thief who kills Thousand Swords! I, me, **** your ancestor————"

Su Hao certainly couldn't hear the curse of the Star Port Chief Curse.

Even if these words really reach their ears, he didn't care about them.

In the circle of thieves, the second only thing behind theft is of course selling stolen goods.

Being able to successfully get things that do not belong to you is the prerequisite for being a qualified thief.
To be continued...