Chapter 964:
Phil, hunched over his monitor, let out a low, amused laugh. “Well, well. Look who’s always the runner-up,” he said, his voice vibrating with excitement and confidence.
The torrent slammed straight into Phantom’s dissolving code, striking before he had a chance to counter or even react.
The two data streams collided head-on, sending shockwaves through the system until it teetered on the verge of collapse. The instant Rylie realized the newcomer had joined to back her up, she synchronized with him, rebuilding the defensive framework while launching a fierce counterstrike.
Where Rylie fought with calculated precision and Phantom relied on deceptive finesse, Phil attacked with overwhelming force and blistering speed.
Phantom immediately sensed that this intruder understood his tactics inside and out, dismantling every ruse and striking at the core of his disruption algorithms. With a brutal, authoritative surge, Phil severed the assimilation process.
Phil’s counteroffensive surged through the network like a crashing tide. He traced the route of Phantom’s intrusion and hit back with relentless momentum, each impact shaking the foundations of Phantom’s digital fortress.
Working in perfect tandem, Phil’s offensive programs and Rylie’s defensive systems moved like an elite strike unit—seamless, precise. Together, they reclaimed lost privileges and launched a decisive retaliation, embedding tracking protocols and crippling payloads.
“What… how is this happening?!” Phantom roared in the Department of Justice conference room, his voice cracking as disbelief finally shattered his composure.
He stared at the disintegrating defenses flickering across his monitor, stunned by a technique that was both recognizable and terrifying. A name long whispered across the dark web rose like a ghost in his mind. “Could it really be RootKing?”
Who else carried that kind of raw dominance? Who else struck with such blunt force, yet unerring precision? The signature was unmistakable.
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Phantom rallied with renewed fury, refusing to accept second place. He threw every remaining resource into reinforcing his final barrier, then unleashed a desperate counteroffensive. He would not yield. He would surpass his rival and claim supremacy once and for all.
But under the combined onslaught of Phil and Rylie, his defenses shattered like brittle glass.
Rylie’s expertise was formidable. Amid the raging surge of Phil’s code, she picked out distinct patterns, and once she reinforced the security framework, she began unleashing counterstrikes of her own.
When a familiar signature flashed across the data stream, Phil leaned closer, eyes narrowing, then blurted out in disbelief.
At that moment, his desk phone vibrated, and Brad’s voice came through the receiver. “How’s the situation looking?”
To track the battle as it unfolded, Brad kept an open line with Phil. Then Phil’s startled outburst burst through the speaker. “Unbelievable! She’s on a whole other level. Calling her brain a supercomputer doesn’t even scratch the surface.”
Brad chuckled. “If you’re that impressed, she must really be something special.”
Phil’s fingers never stopped flying over the keyboard. “She can read my attack sequences straight from my own data flow. Even with all that network traffic, she still anticipates my every move.”
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