Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

The fat man took the money and stood up, but did not leave immediately. He stepped behind the campus celebrity, wanting to see what this man, whose family assets could buy hundreds of computers, was going to do.

Seeing Tony Stark using the terminal interface to log in to a certain IP address, the fat man's eyes lit up.

He recognized that IP address, and because of that, he had crashed his home computer. Before finding someone to reinstall the system, he had to use the public computer in the school library to surf the Internet to relieve his boredom.

When he saw the notice board page that impressed him so much, the fat man immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Oh my! Look everyone, someone else is going to challenge the clown."

As soon as he finished speaking, curious people gathered and started talking.

Tony Stark didn't chase them away. He took a moment to turn around and look at the fat man, asking, "Does this BBS have a name?"

"No, not really, sir. This BBS doesn't have a name. It's just that in ten minutes, the entire screen will be taken over by the Joker virus, so we call it that. But don't you pay attention to the time? You only have ten minutes."

"That's enough." Tony quickly typed the command into the command prompt.

In those days, DOS-based personal computers had no concept of multitasking or multi-opening. You could only use the program you were currently using on the screen.

The first random review command Tony typed in wasn't expected to be effective. He just wanted to see the system's error response to determine the underlying system's foundation.

After all, each company has its own unique error message, and there is no unified one. This does make it easier to distinguish.

Tony immediately recognized this as the UNIX environment used by older mainframe computers. He immediately looked up the version number and the BBS's architecture to determine his method of intrusion.

After obtaining all the necessary information, Tony concluded that this BBS did not require any other hacking programs. This was because it did not restrict command input, allowing him to perform actions beyond the input instructions.

At the same time, the fat man who had given up his seat greeted the gathered crowd, saying, "It's time to place your bets! It's time to place your bets! Let's see if this genius from MIT can become the fourth commenter on the BBS, or if he'll just turn out to be a clown."

Suddenly, the public computer area, which was supposed to be quiet, with only the sound of keyboards typing, became bustling with activity. There were even many empty camera seats because most people had gathered behind Tony Stark to watch the fun.

This scene alarmed even the library staff. As soon as they heard someone trying to log into the clown BBS, they rushed over to stop it, regardless of whether the person was a genius or the son of a wealthy family.

However, the people in the library were of course blocked at the outermost edge by other busybodies, and were unable to prevent the eldest son of the Stark family from showing off his prowess.

...or rather, make a fool of oneself.

Tony's fingers were incredibly fast, even without the experience of being single. His nimble fingers rivaled those of the best pianists, but the sound they produced was neither beautiful nor pleasant.

After a while, the BBS message page was cleared and the screen returned to command input mode. He opened a file editing mode and wrote the program code for intrusion to quickly gain access to the BBS system.

Because Tony was so focused on the screen in front of him, he didn't notice that the people behind him were whispering to each other.

"Will he find out?" "He hasn't found out yet." "No one can find out the first time." ...

When the screen returned to the BBS message page, in addition to the three existing messages, Tony Stark left a fourth message: This little trick is really nothing to be proud of.

Then he clapped his hands, raised them flatly at his sides, and stood up, as if to greet the cheers of the crowd.

However, the young master's performance did not gain the cooperation of the crowd. Instead, everyone held their breath and stared at the screen.

Suddenly, the screen changed! A dot-matrix image of a clown's smiling face filled the entire screen. The image was constantly refreshing from top to bottom, indicating that the system wasn't frozen, but was actually functioning.

It was at the moment when the clown's smiling face appeared that everyone really burst into cheers.

"Wow~!" "The results are in!" "The Joker conquered Stark!"

Tony looked back at the screen in disbelief and pounded on the keyboard. As expected, there was no response.

Amidst the cheers, there was a faint dissenting voice. The library administrator crouched down, holding his head in his hands, and cursed, "Fuck you, Tony Stark! I'm going to redo the system again."

"Do you know how much trouble it is to rebuild the system with the hypervisor on a public computer? You are so rich, why don't you go home and fix your own computer? Why are you trying to mess with me?"

The young master, who had not had much experience, was naturally blushing with embarrassment at this moment.

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Chapter 54 The guy who thinks he is his enemy

Tony Stark's embarrassing display was quickly forgotten by this heartless man.

After he signed two checks, donating them to the school library and the poor guy who was responsible for the cleanup, he left without looking back.

Even if he wanted to get rid of the Joker virus, he would do it slowly after returning home. He wasn't used to the keyboard here. And he wanted to delve deeper into CK's stuff, which would take time.

Tony Stark and a group of computer guys were sitting in the lounge, discussing what had just happened.

"You mean, I just hacked into a fake host?" Tony said in disbelief.

"Well, this is the most likely conclusion I reached after discussing it with others. And you were going in the wrong direction from the beginning."

"What did I do wrong?" the conceited young master said stubbornly.

"The first tip CK gave me is that you should protect yourself, not invade him."

Tony wanted to argue that as long as he successfully invaded the other party and stopped the possible timing program, he could interrupt the virus infection.

However, since they had used a fake hosting space to deceive people, Tony certainly didn't find any virus-related programs, so he didn't prevent anything from happening. So the computer he was using was also infected.

"Has anyone figured out where that BBS is?" Tony asked. If you can't solve a problem online, schedule a real-person PK offline. That's the eternal truth.

"We checked, and that IP address belongs to the University of Chicago on the East Coast. But the people in Chicago investigated and found that no one in the computer room management had set up this BBS, and there wasn't even any BBS service on the server."

"Walt!"

In the early days of hacking, the battle between viruses and antivirus software was centered around the emergence of viruses. Many of the network intrusion and misleading techniques that are now commonplace were pioneering back then.

So it's not that Tony Stark is not as skilled or smart as others, it's just that he never thought someone would do this.

In the computer community, he could probably guess who KM and LT were. Even if they had never shown their faces, they would have been seen on other BBSs. LT himself was even part of the academic community.

But this nickname, CK, was a completely new one. So Tony Stark asked the question everyone was wondering: "Who is CK? It can't be the guy who sells Calvin Klein underwear, right?"

"Everyone wants to know, but no one knows. At least no one has admitted to being CK elsewhere."

Unknown to everyone, the instigator of the Joker BBS finished filming in the morning, had lunch, and then went to the bookcase area of ​​the Caltech library in the afternoon.

Henry heard what happened in the public computer area, but he didn't pay much attention. He was browsing the academic documents and internal journals of this top science university, the parts that had not been published to the public.

The quality of papers like this that aren't published in prestigious journals varies widely. Some have creative ideas but lack depth, while others are clearly perfunctory.

However, while Tony Stark was trying to get more information about the Joker's BBS in the rest area, he encountered an unexpected guest: Justin Hammer, a foreign student from Monaco.

It turns out that not everyone is afraid to offend Tony Stark. They are all thinking about how to curry favor with the young master of the Stark family and get a job at Stark Industries.

Still, some dared to come after this seemingly destined figure, seeking only trouble. Just like Justin Hammer, surrounded by a crowd, chased away the computer guys and took his place next to Tony Stark.

A bunch of poor computer geeks certainly didn't dare mess with the wealthy kids headed by Hammer. Tony Stark wouldn't be their patron, so they all hurriedly stood up and offered their seats.

Justin, who was sitting across from Tony, crossed his legs and said, "I heard you were laughed at by the Joker. Is this still the genius of our Stark family? I feel so sorry for your father."

It was obvious that Justin knew how to piss this man off. Tony said angrily, "Shut your filthy mouth! If it's already full of shit, don't open it and disgust me."

"What? A fool who calls himself a genius has failed, and you don't allow others to talk about it. Do you really want to put on the emperor's new clothes and let everyone cooperate with you in deceiving yourself? Oh, Tony, great! Come on, Tony."

"Fuck, I can accept failure. What about you? Are you going to ask someone else to write a guide and then ask you to copy it? And you just copy it without thinking, thinking that just by writing A into B, it becomes your own. Is that really the case, our genius Mr. Hammer?"

"So what? I'm good at finding problems that others haven't noticed and then making corrections. As long as the result is good, then what I did is right. You're just jealous of my success."

"Ha! Your success? Have you ever been successful? Give me an example. After all, I'm so ignorant that I don't know anything you've ever done successfully."

"Ha!" Justin Hammer laughed back with an even louder laugh, threw a piece of paper on the table, and said: "The Challenger space shuttle, originally scheduled to depart on July 22, 1986, was delayed and ultimately failed to launch.

"But according to my calculations, NASA gave an incorrect data for the planned atmospheric entry point for the return trip. This means that even if the space shuttle launch is successful, they may not be able to return. My data is correct."

Tony Stark glanced at it casually and said disdainfully, "NASA's numbers are wrong, but yours are wrong too. Are you sure you need to laugh at each other?"

"Where did I go wrong? Tell me!" an unwilling Justin Hammer shouted.

"Anyone with a brain can give you the answer to such a simple question. Oh, sorry, did I reveal the fact that you are brainless? You won't sue me for leaking secrets, will you?"

"Fuck! Can just anyone solve this problem?" Justin Hammer snapped his fingers angrily at a passerby. "Hey, you, you! Come here! Can you solve this problem? Calculate the return entry point data for the space shuttle."

The confused man who was stopped was none other than Henry, the Kryptonian who was about to leave the library after hearing the voice of his own telephone recorder.

Of course, he didn't recognize the group of people in front of him, nor had he noticed them before. He was just called down and a question was thrown in his face.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but Henry, guided by the idea that helping others is the source of happiness, reported a third number that was different from the two answers on the paper.

The number Henry reported was very close to the first one. Tony Stark immediately responded, "This guy is right, because it's the same answer as mine."

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Chapter 55 Reason for leaving

Justin Hammer was taunted by a passerby and Tony Stark, and he was furious. He pointed at the passerby and said, "What do you know? Do you think you can believe a random number you just said?"

Henry directly retorted, "The first number is obviously the result of an old IBM large calculator. This is due to the inherent error in floating-point operations. It's an old problem.

"The second number doesn't take into account the gravitational pull of the moon. Even though the moon doesn't appear explicitly in the question, by giving a specific date, you can confirm the moon's position.

"Unless you're orbiting the Earth and accelerating into the atmosphere today, you can ignore the tiny effect of the moon. But landing requires deceleration, not acceleration. So the answer to the question must take into account the influence of the moon's gravity, especially if the entry point is on the same side as the moon.

"If you ask me this question, are you a member of NASA's Apollo program? If so, I would be worried about whether the astronauts could finally return to Earth."

Tony slammed his head and laughed. Justin also slammed his head, but he stood up and glared at the man in front of him. He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you!"

"Such a simple question, anyone with a brain can tell the answer just by looking. Could it be that the correct answer is wrong? Could it be that...! Oh, oh, sorry, I'm being rude. I should have been more patient with people with disabilities."

Henry changed his originally sarcastic expression into a sincere and compassionate smile, comforting the man in front of him who was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Fuck, fuck!" Justin Hammer jumped up and pointed at a passerby's nose, threatening: "Believe it or not, I'll have someone fire you! Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I don't know who you are. You don't have a name tag. I don't believe you have the guts to fire me."

Henry threw a banknote on the table.

"—How about we make a bet that you can't fire me? I don't want to win by too much, just one win will be enough."

Justin Hammer immediately pulled a bill from his pocket and, not caring about the denomination, flicked it onto the table with disdain. He said, "Tell me your student status if you dare. I guarantee you'll no longer be a student here tomorrow."

Henry was quick-witted and grabbed all the money on the table, then cursed with a smile: "Idiot, because I'm not a student here. You're not going to expel me."

Suddenly, Henry's expression changed again, returning to his sympathetic one. He pouted and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong again. I should have been more considerate of the mentally retarded and shouldn't have scolded you. I apologize here. I absolutely did not mean to discriminate against people with disabilities."

"Fuck!" Justin Hammer jumped up and down, almost doing a backflip.

Of course, the group of young people who had come with Hammer couldn't just sit there and watch their boss embarrass himself. One of them immediately shouted, "What school are you from? Believe it or not, we'll revoke your enrollment tomorrow. Even your degree won't matter."

Henry put on a slapping grin and said, "I still don't believe you can do it, because I didn't even go to college. The only thing I have is a library card from the Los Angeles Municipal Library. It doesn't matter if you cancel it."

Someone obviously didn't believe what the person in front of him said, and stammered: "Who are you? How could you..." pointing to the space shuttle picture on the table.

Henry laughed and said, "This kind of knowledge isn't something anyone with a brain possesses. Don't envy me for what I have. You can't envy what you don't have. And you'd have to be a fool to tell you who I am. You're just asking for trouble, idiot."

"Next time, remember, don't call people—" Henry snapped his fingers repeatedly, "—like you're calling a dog. When you respect others, you will get respect yourself. If you treat me like a dog, I will treat you like dogs too."

After saying that, Henry waved his hand and left with a smile.

As for Tony Stark, although he wasn't the center of attention, which was a bit strange for him, he still felt a bit relieved after watching a great show that was filled with laughter and laughter throughout, which made him feel a little less disappointed.

Of course, he didn't care who the person who left was. Even though that person could see the answers to the questions on the paper at a glance, that level of knowledge wasn't enough to make Tony Stark look at him differently.

Tony appreciated Justin's expression of impotent rage even more.

This young man from Monaco has been causing him trouble everywhere, and Tony has long been impatient with him.

It's just that Tony never thought about dealing with him, let alone provoking him. But every time Justin ran in front of him, there was no way he would let him go without being humiliated.

And today's beating was a relief, Tony Stark thought with satisfaction.

Henry's departure wasn't a casual one. Normally, when he was in the library, he wouldn't leave until lunchtime unless he had other plans.

But this time was different. Although we had a recorder at home, as long as there was an incoming call and the other party was willing to leave a message, important messages would not be missed.

However, Henry still used his super hearing to monitor the phone calls at home. He just didn't run home to answer the phone the moment it rang.

This time it was Marian, the Screen Actors Guild clerk who often delivered coffee. She had just delivered a cup this morning, and she called in the afternoon, saying that Henry should contact her as soon as possible.

There was no time to stop reading. Free library knowledge was just a way to kill time. Since he had a serious business to attend to, Henry walked to the parking lot, drove off, and headed for the Screen Actors Guild.

Going home to answer the phone is pure slacking off. This isn't Line anymore, where you have to pretend to have read the message before you can take the next step.

But Henry still went to a well-known vegetarian restaurant in Los Angeles and ordered a salad to go. Coffee and salad, these little things that cost little money, are perfect for pleasing this kind of adult woman who pays close attention to her diet.

When I arrived at the Screen Actors Guild, it was just as ordinary as ever. Not particularly lively, but not so deserted that the scoundrels were running rampant either.

Marian was sitting behind the counter, busying herself, though no one knew what she was busy with. Henry approached and said, "Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a good meal at lunch? I see you've lost weight from hunger."

Marian looked up and said with a smile: "Ha, Henry. Have I really lost weight?"

"Here, here you go." He handed the salad box over. Henry said, "Take it as a late lunch or afternoon tea snack."

"Oh, baby, you are so sweet." Marian said, holding her chest. Then she happily took the salad box.

A woman like her wouldn't settle for just any coffee or salad. Henry happened to deliver the dishes from her favorite shops. They weren't too expensive, but they were delicious and tasty, making them a must-try for Marian.