"Another one from the island?" Chen Mo frowned as he glanced up from his book.
"Yes," Mo Nu replied. "Same IP origin. It's that Hatano superfan again."
Chen Mo's eye twitched. Oh, that guy.
Last time the hacker had tried to breach the system, Mo Nu had retaliated by downloading all of his Hatano collection—from her debut to her latest works—straight into his computer. Movies, posters, seeds... nothing left behind.
"And he's back? Hasn't he learned his lesson?"
"He tried to decrypt the last payload. But when the virus triggered, it wiped out his hard drive—along with his entire collection." Mo Nu's voice held a trace of mischief.
Chen Mo nearly laughed aloud. Revenge... over small movies?
"Alright," he smirked. "If he's back for more, let's welcome him. Mo Nu, prep a fake database and open a backdoor. Let him think he's won. And while you're at it, prep a gift."
"What kind of gift?" she asked, chipper as ever.
"A stealth virus. Bind it to a Hatano video file. Encrypt the whole thing. Make him really work for it."
"On it, Brother Mo~"
In under a minute, Mo Nu had the fake system live and waiting. Just as they planned, the hacker found the open port and slipped in.
Somewhere in Kyoto...
In a dim apartment with suspicious stains on the floor and Hatano posters covering every inch of wall, the hacker's pale face glowed under the flickering light of his monitor. On one screen: code. On the other: a movie that required no subtitles.
Suddenly, his brow lifted. Jackpot.
He found the backdoor.
Quickly, he copied the files and erased his traces. Before leaving, he uploaded a new virus—his personal revenge.
When he unplugged the USB drive, his grin nearly split his face. He immediately called a number.
"(Japanese) Mr. Nakamura, I've got the data. It's all here."
"I'll come now," rasped a voice over the phone.
"And the payment?"
"Once I verify it."
An hour later, a stern middle-aged man in a sharp suit arrived, flanked by two bodyguards. He looked at the apartment like it was a biohazard site.
"Here it is," the hacker said, presenting the USB stick like it was a holy artifact. "Encrypted, I didn't peek. Everything's intact."
"Good."
Nakamura pocketed the drive with a grimace and made a show of looking around. "And the payment?"
"I want to use it to fund a custom film with Miss Puerto!" the hacker said, eyes gleaming.
"...Right. Let's go inside. I'll transfer it now."
As they stepped in, Nakamura nearly gagged at the mess. He pulled out a phone, faked a few taps, then nodded to the guards.
Before the hacker could react, a cloth was pressed over his nose. Moments later, he slumped in the chair, lifeless. His body was wiped clean and repositioned to look like he died watching TV.
The next day, at the Lingjiao Group Headquarters…
Inside a high-security office, Nakamura stood behind a technician watching the screen as it cracked the file encryption.
"Password's broken," the technician reported, wiping his brow.
"Excellent." Nakamura clapped once, gleeful, and called his boss.
In the boardroom, Chairman Yi Zhixiu was already smiling.
"Gentlemen, we've obtained valuable tech from Marching Ants. This could be our breakthrough. Now, let's take a look—"
He tapped the projector remote.
"Mmm… ah! Ahh! Oh~ yes…"
A full-screen video of Hatano launched with crystal clarity and surround sound. Across the boardroom, executives froze, horrified.
One brave soul broke the silence.
"...President Yi, are we developing this kind of product now?"
Yi Zhixiu's face turned bright red. He fumbled for the remote, but the screen wouldn't respond. His laptop was displaying the same thing. Even unplugging it didn't help—Hatano's "performance" looped again.
The virus had taken over everything.
Not just the boardroom.
Across the entire Lingjiao Group, from executive offices to tech labs, every screen was showing the same movie. Rebooting, unplugging, smashing the monitors—nothing helped.
Back at Marching Ant Company, Mo Nu's voice chimed in.
"Brother Mo, the Trojan payload has activated. Lingjiao Group's HQ is compromised."
"Nice," Chen Mo said, setting down his book. "Show me the feed."
The surveillance display lit up with confused and mortified faces from Lingjiao's boardroom.
"Ah, that's the face of a man who just watched his career collapse," Chen Mo said, chuckling. "Alright, Mo Nu—pull some internal data while they're distracted. The good stuff."
"Already on it~"
Back in Japan, chaos reigned.
Yi Zhixiu stormed into Nakamura's office, livid.
"You call this 'valuable intel'?! Our entire system is a porno theater!"
"I-I didn't know! Ito gave me the data—he said it was encrypted!"
"Encrypted with a virus, you moron! Where is he now?!"
"...Dead."
"You fool! And the Marching Ants data—was it even real?"
"I don't know. He said to crack it ourselves..."
"And?"
"He said... he needed the money to fund a project with Miss Puerto."
Yi Zhixiu froze.
"...Get out. Out of my sight."
Just then, a new moan came from the speakers. Yi Zhixiu roared and hurled a decorative vase at the monitor.
"Ah! Aki-raaaa~!"
Crash!
"You want a movie? You'll be the star of one when I'm done with you!" he bellowed. "Search the whole building! Find that real data, or I'll make all of you take acting lessons!"
Meanwhile, Chen Mo was back in his chair, relaxed.
"Mo Nu, anything useful from their system?"
"Yes, Brother Mo. A lot. Internal memos, prototypes, research logs... and some embarrassing personal videos."
"...Delete those. We're not that evil."
"Got it~"
And with that, Chen Mo leaned back with a smirk. Another hacker problem solved—with a healthy dose of poetic justice.