Chapter 10 Week 8 (Part 2): Hold the call

In the sweltering office, several men leaned over to the radio with nervous expressions.All because of the male voice from afar in the speaker, saying "This is EW8KL" in English.Brother Long, who didn't know much English, and his four subordinates were all trembling with excitement. This is likely to be the first successful external communication in Hong Kong since the "big shutdown". "Answer him quickly!" Brother Long said to Uncle You, his tone almost begging.The domineering spirit of 30 years of walking in the rivers and lakes was removed at once. Because "hope" appeared in front of my eyes.A thing that has been extinct in Hong Kong for quite some time.

Amateur radio also has competitions. It is to reach a call with players in different regions, collect call signs and compare who has the most call signs. The call signs are divided by region. The rarer the call sign is, the more precious it is.Uncle You also participated in the competition, and he knows the call sign category by heart, and he knows where the opponent is when he hears "EW8KL". "Belarus!" Uncle You said to his partner Jizi who was operating the computer. The young Jizi was not as nervous as the adults around him, but very excited.The computer program he wrote in only one month successfully broke through the military-level signal interference.Based on this performance, Jizi doesn't even need to go to college, and there will be a large number of IT companies competing to hire him soon—if he can survive the "big shutdown" in the end.

Jizi watched the computer screen closely.He needs to monitor whether there is a sudden change in the interference mode, and make emergency response at any time. Uncle You repeated his call sign in English to the other party, and waited for an answer. Be sure to keep talking... Soon the other party spoke again: "Where are you from? Over." The radio signal had to be sent and received together with the synchronous signal written by Jizi to overcome the interference.Fortunately, this sentence is very simple. Everyone in the room clenched their fists in excitement. "HONG KONG!" Uncle You replied with a voice close to a roar.

"HONG KONG! HONG KONG!" Long Ge and Zhudiaozi shouted one after another, as if they had become fans cheering for the Hong Kong representative team. After waiting for a long time, the other party was silent. The excitement faded away.Is it disconnected?Uncle You kept calling to the other party: "EW8KL, please answer, over!" Still faced with a noise. "What's going on?" A bewitched boy's mood fluctuated, and he wanted to push Uncle You in a moment of excitement.Brother Long's old punch made him spit out bloody teeth. "You old X, calm down!" Brother Long yelled.His fist was swollen—he couldn't help but force himself hard, proving that he couldn't calm down in his heart either.

Uncle You tried many times, and when he was getting more and more desperate, the other party finally spoke again. "Hong Kong? Impossible...you...don't you...?" The other party kept silent, not because the signal was cut off, but because he was too surprised.Uncle You tried to repeat clearly word by word: "I can't hear you clearly, please repeat, over." The other party repeated: "Aren't you... all dead?" When Uncle You and Jizai heard this, their backs were covered in cold sweat. "what did he say?" Brother Long asked anxiously.Uncle You translated to them.After hearing this, several people in the rivers and lakes turned greener than when they were friends.

Do people in the outside world know what happened in Hong Kong?Or should ask: what version do they know? "It's not dead! There are still many people alive in Hong Kong!" Uncle You repeated. The Russo seemed full of doubts and started talking a lot.Because of the poor signal, I could only hear some of the words intermittently. "Horror...smuggling...suicide...TV news...radiation...the United Nations...five hundred kilometers..." Although there was half of it, Jizi and Uncle You became more and more chilled the more they heard it.Uncle You translated to Brother Long one by one the scary words he heard.Everyone feels like they've slipped into a surreal world - even though they are.

Uncle You asked: "Unclear, does 'radiation' mean a nuclear attack? 'Suicide'? Suicide attack? What five hundred kilometers?..." "Don't ask him anything, ask him for help!" Long Ge said. Uncle You was temporarily occupied by curiosity, and forgot more important things. At this time, a bewitching boy next to him whispered again. "I've said it! Don't you want a fight?" Brother Long raised his fist again. "No... I seem to hear... voices..." Everyone was paying attention to the radio before, and they didn't pay attention to their surroundings at all.

As soon as he said that, everyone really heard a strange sound. "It seems to be...helicopter!" Brother Long shouted, and walked to the glass curtain window to the south to look. Sure enough, the shadows of three helicopters were approaching at high speed from Victoria Harbor to Mong Kok. Jizi and Uncle You knew what was going on right away: the signal was discovered and found with triangulation. The helicopter flew at combat speed and arrived in a blink of an eye.They watched the three gods of death fly over.All black fuselage, without any affiliation mark and machine number.Armed to the teeth.

It was too late for everyone to do anything.Except Uncle You.He used the last chance to shout to the Russians: "Spread the news! There are still people alive in Hong Kong! Tell everyone!" The rockets fired continuously. Everyone fell down together. Several offices on the top floor of Langham Place were blown up into flames. The whole radio was blasted out into Portland Street behind.The explosion fireball rose into the sky, and the whole building looked like a giant candle from a distance. After the smoke dissipated, the helicopter team seemed to observe for another round before flying away.

Jizi, Uncle You, and Brother Long stood up one by one, looking at Langham Place, which was smoking two streets away. "Fortunately, I have your idea..." Uncle You murmured to Jizai.The others also looked at him happily.Jizi, who likes to study hacking techniques, knows the first principle of being a hacker: to hide his whereabouts. On the top floor of Langham Place is the radio that actually sends out signals; the equipment here is only used to connect and control that radio, and communicate indirectly. This action saved everyone's life. Uncle You picked up the laptop with the cracking jamming program and stuffed it into Jizai's arms.

"This is probably the most important thing in Hong Kong right now."