Chapter 644: I Feel Like You're Playing Me, But I Have No Evidence_1

"Their computer is fried!" Just then, a technician announced the outcome of the data war, unable to hide his excitement.

"Damn! That felt good!" someone exclaimed, thoroughly delighted.

Wallace Radcliff was happy too, with a smile beaming across his face as he approached the girl, completely changing his earlier dismissive attitude and speaking up cheerfully, "Miss Quinlan, that skill of yours is impressive, have you considered your major for university? How about computer science? Once you graduate, you could join our team."

The Ninth Institute encompasses the most secretive intelligence and cutting-edge technology, full of the top talents in the nation. Radcliff may not seem like much, but he himself is a computer expert.

Only, his expertise isn't in programming; it lies in software and chip development.

His casual invitation actually carried significant weight.

Not just anyone could enter The Ninth Institute.