Bug Bounty Bootcamp Novels & Stories

Shut them down, I typed out to the collective. 10. It came back in quadruplet. Hamster, the guy who had taken the backend of the whole thing, messaged me privately. Host ISP in bouncing off at least thirty relays. But the bot packet you designed is showing me New York City. Right where you said it would be. Thx, H. Deploy the exe. Bomb's away.

I felt for the blade strapped on my waist and grabbed it by the hilt. The door of my office-slash-house remained closed. The darkness inside of it was visible through the frosted square glass with the sticker “SCARLETMARK,” and underneath it, my name: Ruby Carnelian. Working as a bounty hunter, I could never be sure what was waiting for me whenever I got home from a job. If that was the case, this would not be the first time. I mean, if you’re out most days chasing supernatural creatures and devious humans, one of them—or someone who knows them—was bound to get some revenge on me of some sort. My fingers tightened on the hilt. It never hurt to be sure.

“Do you always sneak up on people like that?” “Yes.” Elliot glared at him. “That’s creepy.” Timothy stepped closer to the workstation. “What are you doing?” Elliot gestured toward the screen. “Fixing your system.” Timothy studied the code scrolling across the monitor. His expression remained calm, but his eyes sharpened slightly. “You found another vulnerability.” “Three, actually,” Elliot replied. He pointed to the screen. “Your firewall structure is impressive, but the internal routing between sectors is inefficient. If someone exploited this gap here...”

Molly had been working late and had not yet returned home, so the triplets did their homework diligently. Alex took his computer and activated the VPN to access the extranet to learn about the latest industry developments. Alex had not been online in a while, and a lot had happened on the Internet. There are numerous requests on the bounty website. Alex was sluggishly scrolling through the online posts to see what was new. Suddenly, Alex's attention was drawn to a bounty. The reward for attacking the Anderson Corporation was 100 million dollars.

"I appreciate the compliment. With prices going up, I should thank you in advance for your understanding," I deadpanned, hitting the Enter key, my expression blank. "Right, the vulnerability's patched. The total working time was 3 hours and 52 minutes; I'll round it up to 4 hours for billing. I'll send the invoice later. "I suggest hiring an in-house security engineer to deal with basic bugs like this next time. It's cheaper than calling me in every time."

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To give me an edge on my college entrance exam, my parents spend a fortune on a lifelike "study buddy" robot. The day the robot walks through the door, every hobby I have gets the axe. Dad calls my screen time a waste of my life, and Mom decides I can't even eat as efficiently as the robot. My twin brother, Charlie Hartman, piles on, "What do you even do besides drag this family down?" I snap and yank out the robot's charging cable. Mom loses it, grabs me by the hair, and slaps me across the face. "That robot is your role model. If you had half its discipline, I wouldn't be getting called into school by your teachers every other day! "Get yourself to that military boarding academy and l

The irony was almost laughable. Meanwhile, Abby started a live stream. She broadcast my so-called 'crimes' to the world, and painted me as beyond redemption—all while raking in money from her sales stream. In just three days, her viewership had grown to over 100,000, and she was raking in cash like never before. Then Dad called, and he sounded unbearably smug as he laid out three demands. First, I had to transfer all my assets to Boltie. Second, I had to publicly apologize to Abby on my knees, and broadcast live. Third, I had to return home immediately and marry Mason.

"The breach occurred at 03:00. Find the entry point and the payload. I have a board meeting. I’ll be back by evening." Without another word, he turned and left. I went to work on the "breach." After thirty minutes, I stopped. I leaned back as a cold realization washed over me. "This is a joke." I whispered. The security flaw wasn't a breach. It was an outdated script that even a first-year student could have solved. It wasn't a threat to Inferno Tech at all. Dante Galante, the man they called L'Oscuro, didn't need a specialist for this. He didn't need to bring me here for a line of code he could have fixed in seconds.

Within half a year, I was good as new. With the remaining money, I went to Silicon Valley and started the world’s most cutting-edge security system. After that, I brought it back to my hometown under a new identity. While I could not rejoin the army, at least I could do my part for nationl security. At the same time, my products became quite a hit in the tech world. Within three years, I was on the Forbes List as one of the best in the field. After that, I heard from Gordon that while Jonah survived Nia’s stabbing, he had to live the rest of his life with a colostomy bag.