bioinnovel Chapter 219 Data Aftermath
Chapter 219 Data Aftermath
At 10 p.m., the lights in the San Jose Convention Center dimmed to half their brightness.
Staff are cleaning the area and dismantling equipment. The experience zone has been removed, and customers are checking out at the cashier.
Chen Lingling's final sales figures:
Mouse: 727
Keyboards: 703
Alienware computer orders: 233 units
Mouse pads included: 1213
She called James to report.
"That's right," James said. "Is President Ling here?"
"Yes, I was with the Blizzard people just now, they're probably in the media area now."
"Okay. We'll have a debriefing meeting tomorrow morning, so please prepare the data."
"clear."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Lingling began organizing the receipts and order forms.
In the backstage lounge of the exhibition hall, Lingyun and Mike Morhaime of Blizzard sat together.
There was coffee in front of them, but neither of them drank it.
"The ratings broke records," Mike said. "ESPN just gave us the numbers, peaking at 1.4. That's incredible for a game show."
"What about the media reaction?" Lingyun asked.
"It's all positive. At least a dozen articles I've seen are talking about the future of esports. This will be a huge boost to StarCraft sales."
"What about the Windows version? Is it stressful?"
Mike laughed: "Big. Someone from Microsoft called me again today, asking if we could move things forward. I said no, an agreement is an agreement."
"They might use other methods to exert pressure."
"I know, but we can hold on. One month of the three-month exclusivity period has passed, leaving two months. These two months are enough for the Star System to build a core group of players."
Ling Yun nodded. He took out his phone and checked the time: "I should go, I have a meeting tomorrow."
"Wait a minute," Mike said, "there's something I want to confirm. How's your high-performance server project going? We can't wait much longer for Battle.net to expand."
"The first simplified version will be available for you to test next month," Ling Yun stood up. "It should be able to get through the peak period without any problem."
"it is good."
The two shook hands, and Ling Yun left the lounge.
The night breeze was cool as I stepped out of the conference center. The parking lot was mostly empty, but a group of young people were still gathered there, excitedly discussing the competition.
"Did you see Boxer's move? The spearmen scattered to avoid the storm..."
"What a pity for July, if that wave of Hydralisks had come down in the fourth round..."
Ling Yun walked towards his car, while Zhao Hu stood beside it waiting.
After getting in the car, Zhao Hu asked, "Going back to the company or home?"
"Let's go home," Ling Yun said. "You're tired enough today, go home and rest!"
The car drove out of the parking lot. Ling Yun opened the car window to let the cold air in.
He recalled the scene today: the audience's enthusiasm, the media's cameras, the athletes' focus, and the sales figures.
Everything is proceeding according to plan.
But Microsoft won't stand idly by; people like Ballmer and Bill will definitely take action.
He took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Eric, it's me. The server project is progressing faster. Also, strengthen Battle.net's anti-cheat monitoring to prevent anyone from causing trouble."
Eric replied on the other end of the phone, "Understood. The monitoring module can be added next week."
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Lingyun looked out the window. The night view of Silicon Valley flowed past the car window, a dazzling display of lights.
Meanwhile, Jim Olson sat in the driver's seat of a rented Toyota Corolla with dark tinted windows.
The dim light from the instrument panel illuminated the heavy Toshiba laptop in his hand, the screen displaying dense hexadecimal code and a disassembler window.
A brown paper bag containing $40,000 in cash lay on the passenger seat. A black toolbox was in the back seat.
He glanced at the digital clock inside the car: 23:07.
Move your finger across the touchpad and tap to open a command-line window. Type:
./sc_cheat_tester -platform staros -version 1.0
The command line blinks, displaying lines of status information:
[+] Injection process: starcraft.bin (PID 4477)
[+] Memory offset location successful: Resource base address 0x7F3A2C10
[+] Hook installation: View rendering function (0x0045DE88)
[+] Virtual device driver loading: /dev/cheat_io
[+] Floating window UI thread starts...
On the screen, in the upper left corner of the StarCraft game screen, a semi-transparent control panel quietly appeared. Eight buttons were arranged in two columns: Resource Modification, Full Vision, Unit Invincibility, Construction Speed-up...
Jim moves the mouse and clicks "Resources +500".
In the game, the number of crystals in the Terran base jumps from 50 to 550, and if you click again, it jumps to 1050.
He exited the game, opened Task Manager, and checked memory usage. The cheat process "sc_helper" was using about 3MB, hidden among other system processes.
"Memory usage is acceptable," he muttered to himself.
Next, to test the anti-detection function, he launched another tool—a process behavior analyzer borrowed from the company's security lab—to simulate the anti-cheat scans that Blizzard might use.
The analyzer runs for thirty seconds and outputs a report:
[Test Results]
- Suspicious memory modifications: 0
- Suspicious thread injection: 0
- Driver signature: Valid (Open Source Component Compatibility Layer v2.1)
- Recommendation: Low risk, observation recommended.
Jim nodded. Blizzard's current anti-cheat measures are no more effective than this analyzer.
He tested the last feature: the bulk email module. The plugin itself didn't have the ability to spread, so it needed the email attachment. He opened a test email account and sent himself a fake email with the compiled plugin installation package attached.
The email arrived instantly. He downloaded the attachment and installed it on another clean laptop. It ran smoothly, and the floating window popped up normally in the game.
All functions have been verified.
Jim closed all windows and cleared the command-line history. He copied the main plugin program, the installation package generation script, and the mailing list import tool to three different USB drives. Each USB drive was labeled: A (main program), B (mail tool), and C (backup).
He put drives A and B into an anti-static bag, then placed it in a paper bag on the passenger side, along with the cash. Drive C was left in the toolbox.
Then he removed the laptop's hard drive—a removable IDE drive. He used a screwdriver to unscrew the casing, took out the drive, and took a strong magnet from his toolbox, rubbing it back and forth on the drive a dozen times. He then tossed the drive into a half-filled plastic bottle, tightened the cap, and shook it.
The disc sank slowly in the water, and bubbles emerged from the connector.
After doing all that, Jim leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.
He picked up his phone; it was a prepaid Motorola flip phone. He turned it on and dialed the only number he had saved.
It rang five times before being answered.
"It's all set up," Jim said.
"How did it go? Are you satisfied?" the other person asked; it was JR's voice.
"Detection has been bypassed. Memory modifications have been randomized, drivers have been disguised, and email attachments tested normally."
"Okay. I've received the mailing list, 120,000 addresses. The sending server is ready, with springboards in Panama and Lithuania. When do you need it sent?"
Jim looked out the car window. The parking lot was empty, with only the silhouettes of a few trucks in the distance.
"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock. At that time, most people have just started their work or school, and their emails have just been opened, so they are less vigilant."
"Understood. When is the final payment due?"
"Tomorrow at 3 PM, same place. Cash."
"make a deal."
Jim hung up the phone, removed the battery, broke off the SIM card, and threw them all into the water bottle. The disc, SIM card fragments, and battery spun slowly in the water.