Chapter 777
In just a few minutes, The Vinton Group’s chart completely swallowed the enemy’s short positions.
“It’s going up! It’s going up!” someone shouted on the video feed.
“They’re retreating! They’re retreating!” The CTO stared at the data in absolute ecstasy. “No… not retreating. They’re fleeing! They’re running for their lives p>
Faced with such a savage counterattack, they had no choice. The institutions that had been aggressively shorting The Vinton stock suddenly realized their accounts were locked, their controls unresponsive.
They could only watch helplessly as their base capital was relentlessly drained.
Their elite hackers frantically hammered their keyboards, trying to block the invasion, but it was useless. They were completely overpowered.
Finally, the lead hacker’s screen flashed black, then blue, and completely died.
“Do something! Fix the firewall! Hurry! We’re being bled dry!” the institutional managers screamed at the hacker.
The elite hacker sat there, pale and trembling, staring at the dead monitor. “There’s… there’s nothing I can do. It’s her… it’s her p>
The managers were furious. “What do you mean ‘her’? I don’t care who it is! We paid you a fortune, and this is all you can do? We’ll replace you p>
“No… The Vinton Group’s backup is her The hacker’s eyes were wide with terror. “It doesn’t matter who you hire. She’s back… Code. She’s back p>
The managers were losing their minds.
Meanwhile, the previously doom-laden Vinton executives were now cheering wildly. They kept chanting “Miss Serena,” praising her to the heavens.
How long had it been? Less than ten minutes?
In under ten minutes, their Miss Serena had completely shattered a massive coordinated short attack from Wall Street’s finest! She wasn’t human; she was a god!
Silas stood frozen, staring at the main monitor. His gaze slowly shifted to Serena’s face.
Her trading style was bizarre and utterly dominant, ignoring all conventional rules. When they shorted, she aggressively bought. When they tried pull out, she Cornered them. That mysterious flood of capital had ruthlessly devoured all of the enemy’s funds, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
This ruthless, scorched-earth tactic p>
Silas found it incredibly familiar. A name flashed through his mind. A name that struck terror into the hearts of everyone in the financial world.
The legend who had single-handedly crashed the economies of Norvane and several other nations. The entity revered as a myth, whose every move guaranteed a bloodbath p>
The grim reaper of trading, Whisper!
Suddenly, a pop-up appeared on the big screen. It was a barrage of begging messages from their rivals, filling the screen with “Sorry” and “Dad p>
At that moment, Silas noticed a line of blood-red text barely visible beneath the scrolling code on Serena’s screen.
He had excellent vision.
He read the letters clearly: [Ghost p>
Whisper.
Silas’s eyes widened in sheer shock and disbelief.