Plan B - One

Rome, Italy.

Regan was still staring at the 10-inch square screen in front of her, where Roy was fiddling with it.

"Still no luck?" asked Regan.

Roy looked nervous; for the first time, he was sweating while hacking. After all, for a hacker, hacking and breaking into the opponent's defense is like a war. Occasionally, Roy wiped the sweat from his temples and sipped his drink.

"I swear this is the first time I've dealt with a high class," Roy said, his fingers dancing on the keyboard in front of him.

"It seems quite difficult. Then there's no other way but to do plan B," Regan said, getting up from her position. She walked over to Davero, who was enjoying his coffee.

"Roy is having trouble; this time we can only attack directly. Let's do plan B," Regan said.

"Yes, I expected that. Carlo is not an ordinary person; we are not his opponents," said Dave, taking a sip of coffee that was still billowing smoke.

"Then I'll make an appointment with Lugga