"What's going on?"

Wu Meng frowned and looked at the screen on the second monitor. The screen on the second monitor should have played the screen of his own live broadcast, but now his original live broadcast room is no longer a live broadcast room, but has become another live broadcast room.

No matter how he plays, he can't get the live broadcast room back to normal.

"What the hell is going on? Did the B station server explode?"

Wu Meng scratched his wig, and he had been selling cutely to the screen for a long time. Could it be that he was in vain?

Wu Meng left the live broadcast room with annoyance. He looked shocked and realized that it was not just one of his live broadcast rooms, but that there were problems with dozens of ups on the entire screen.

"Did the server really explode?"

He browsed several pages in a row and found that everyone's live room really became another live room.

"Huh, the title has changed? Matrix Game Round 3· Dark Night Hunting?"

“Matrix Game?”

Wu Meng was confused at first, and then he realized that this "matrix game" is not a very popular video recently? Why did he come here to live? No, you just live broadcast, why did everyone's live broadcast room become your "matrix game"?

"bite."

The phone on the table next to me received a WeChat reminder.

Wu Meng suppressed his understanding and picked up his phone and clicked on WeChat.

"Meng Meng, have you noticed that all the websites are blown up!"

"It exploded? Oh, you said live broadcast? Yes, I found that all the live broadcast rooms on B station were exploded..."

"It's not B.com, it's all live broadcast websites."

Several voice messages were sent from the other side.

"Damn fish, panda, tiger teeth, dragon ball, battle flag, everyone, and B station were all exploded. No, even the sports live broadcast on iQiyi was exploded..."

What the hell?

What the hell is he talking about?

Wu Meng was even more confused, but it did not prevent him from quickly opening the teasing fish and pandas.

He quickly understood what the friend's voice meant.

All live broadcast websites were indeed exploded, not just ordinary ones, but all live broadcast rooms were all turned into the title "Matrix Game Round 3·Dark Night Hunting".

Wu Meng looked at the monitor blankly, feeling his scalp numb as he had never had before. He couldn't help but pull off his long, straight black wig, revealing his real short hair.

"Damn, are these fucking hackers from all over the world coming to hack China's servers?"

Wu Meng murmured to himself.

"Meng Meng, hurry up and check it out on Twitter and youtube. Damn it, it's so fucking. These two websites have also been hacked."

Another voice message came.

“…”

Wu Meng was silent and rushed over the wall. As his friend said, even these two world-class websites were hacked, all with the title "Matrix Game Third Round·Dark Night Hunting". The only difference is that this title is written in English.

If all Chinese live broadcast websites have been hacked, then Wu Meng can barely believe that this is a collective act of hackers, but even world-class websites abroad have been hacked. This is a bit too much, right?

"Meng Meng, damn, go and log in to CCTV's official website. It's so fucked. CCTV's live broadcast room has also been hacked."

"My grass!"

Wu Meng finally couldn't help but swear loudly, and quickly logged on CCTV.com to take a look. He immediately saw that the online live broadcasts that should have been various CCTV channels, but now they have all become the live broadcast room of the "matrix game".

Suddenly, another voice message was sent.

This time Wu Meng did not click to listen, but shouted directly to his phone: "What's wrong? It's not the fucking aliens invaded, right?"

Speaking of this, Wu Meng glanced out of the window with guilt.

Fortunately, the weather outside was normal and there were no other changes.

"Meng Meng, TV, go and turn on the TV."

After sending the voice message, clicking on the message sent by a friend, Wu Meng stood up suddenly: "TV?"

A bad thought arises in my mind.

He quickly walked out of his room and ran to the living room to turn on the TV at home.

"This, this?"

After changing more than a dozen channels in a row, Wu Meng sat on the sofa in a daze, feeling that his brain had fallen into a state of stagnation.

What exactly happened?

He raised his head blankly: "Has aliens really invaded the earth?"

Otherwise, who can explain such an incredible thing?

All the TV shows have been hacked, and it is hard to believe whoever I put this on.

In fact, let alone him, compared to the surprise anchor, netizens who have a base of more than ten thousand times were in chaos. Countless barrages instantly floated out of Weibo, post bar, forum, and major live broadcast rooms, all asking what was going on?

If only dozens of websites were hacked, even though the number of netizens affected was large, it would not immediately alarm the top leaders of the country. However, even all TV stations, from provincial TV stations, were hacked in a hurry. This situation is no longer something that hackers can explain.

middle East.

Since the outbreak of the government and the opposition five years ago, the war has lasted for a full five years, destroying the entire country that was originally peaceful and prosperous.

People living on this land can no longer enjoy the tranquility brought by peace. The threat of death and hunger is everywhere. If you want to enjoy tranquility, you are afraid that only the god of death can bring them this precious gift.

Tafik Zavahiri didn't care about this. He quickly walked into the room, waved his hand, and four fanatics had already captured the hostages, tied them on a chair, while the others set up cameras and prepared to broadcast live on Twitter via periscope.

That's right, they are indeed preparing to broadcast live to the whole world.

Let people all over the world see all this and see everything fundamentalism.

"start!"

Zawahiri ordered coldly.

His orders were executed immediately.

The executioner walked up to the hostages and took off the hostage's black condom with expressionless expression.

The hostage, who had been injected with a large amount of sedatives, had no power to resist, and even his expression was in a state of dullness. Facing the big knife that was about to be chopped on his neck, he didn't even look scared.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, someone said in surprise.

"What's wrong? It's cut off before it even started?"

Zawahiri said dissatisfied: "Hurry up and change your IP and account."

"No, captain, come and have a look."

The man was sweating profusely, "Things were a little bit wrong."

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Zawahiri strode into the past, looked down and said, "What does it mean, why is it all the same picture?"

"Not only here, Al Jazeera also has these scenes." Obviously, they were very surprised and puzzled.

With China as the core, it is like a ripples created by a stone thrown into the pond, which quickly spread northward to South Korea, RB, Russia, swept southward through Vietnam, Thailand, Southeast Asia, and Australia, rapidly expanding westward and eastward to encircle the entire planet's surface.
Chapter completed!