Lucas Hill's fingers flew across the keyboard exactly like a pianist playing their final masterpiece right before the stage collapsed.
With every passing second, the screen flickered with glaring red warning frames, blocked command lines, and data packets being completely swallowed up right before his very eyes. But this time around, Lucas Hill was not merely playing on the defensive.
"You want to play the game of reverse tracing?" He murmured, the corners of his lips curling up into a twisted smile: "Then let us play."
His fingers moved so incredibly fast that they practically blurred. Layer after layer of firewalls were erected, one fake spearhead attack after another was launched, and hidden deep beneath all of those complex maneuvers, a covert transmission line was silently tracking the traces of the person who had dared to infiltrate his system.
