Chapter 642: Who Intercepted it?_1

Wallace Radcliff paced back and forth, urging the IT department staff to think of another way.

The entire corridor was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Nathalie Quinlan didn't even lift her head, her slender hands hitting the keyboard steadily, contrasting sharply with the tense environment.

"Eighty-six percent."

"The other party has copied ninety-three percent."

The numbers kept climbing, and with each ascent, it felt like a hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

Wallace Radcliff stopped pacing, clutched his head in agony, and desperately grabbed his hair, becoming extremely irritable.

"Think of something, you all!"

"You are the most cutting-edge IT talent in the country. Is there really nothing you can do?"

The technicians had actually given up. Hearing these words, they looked at each other and saw desperation and anxiety on each other's faces.

There really was no way.

They had tried their best…

"Ninety-seven percent."

This announcement sounded like a countdown.