Why I Quit Hacking Story Novels & Stories

That was the place I learned my hacker skills. One day he told me to hack a person named Qi Jou. I didn't know why I had to do it, but I accepted. Yan Si wanted information from Qi Jou's personal laptop. What I found there were his illegal activities as a human trafficker. He sold underage girl from little children to seventeen years old. I was disgusted, shocked and scared. I sent the information to Yan Si, and later, he told me Qi Jou was put in jail. But, very soon, I received a threat. Someone followed a trace I left before sending the files on his laptop. I was afraid I would be assassinated. Thankfully, I only spent two months living in fear. Nothing really happened. Which didn't mean

We never spoke since then. “I need your help.” If it were any other situation, I would have never asked for his help, but I needed him now. “My help? With what? You know I would do anything you want me to do.” He responded. Dave quit working for me three years ago, never gave a good reason, and I didn't bother asking him. Since we never spoke, I never found any reason to speak to him. He is the best hacker I know and can find anything. “I need you to find someone for me.”

He said in a raspy voice that sent unwanted shivers down my spine. I remained composed, then found the farthest seat from him and sat there. I was sure everyone noticed it but no one said a word in that regard. “Mr. Sullivan, I’m a hacker, I good one. My family saw the gift I had in it and I was made to clean up their messes most of the time. But like every hacker out there, I kept records, evidence in case I was going to need it again.” He was breathing hard, like the words were zapping out all of his energy.

I launched my own start-up in my friend's garage. My friend Elias’s father died fighting terrorists. He was an army officer. His mother passed away not long after. There was no one to look after his grandfather when he left for the army. So he asked me to look after his grandfather. In return, he gave me access to his garage, and that’s where I opened our first venture on cybersecurity. Or you could say, hacking. And here comes Huck. He was a hacker, trying to break into the same syndicate I was working on. They killed his father.

“Once? And it left someone dead, I’m guessing?” He sighed, sipping his drink. “Yeah. How do you think I got so good at hacking? I was eighteen when I did my first car hack. I didn’t even know if it would work, but I created a small channel, a backdoor network, where I could get people who needed their dirty work done. And apparently… a woman — I haven’t forgotten her name because she was my first customer — needed me to tamper with the brakes of a car. Her sister’s car.”

I shrugged. "Then you don't get it." "That's your advice?" "Pretty much." He stared at me. I leaned back in my chair. "When I started my company..." "I know this story." "No, you don't." He settled back. "Fine." "I failed my first pitch." "I didn't know that." "My second too." I took a sip of coffee. "My third wasn't much better." "So why didn't you quit?" I smiled. "Because nobody had told me I couldn't."

“Yes. You spend ten hours a week hitting people on ice. If you spent ten percent of that time learning how to balance a quadratic equation, we wouldn't be here.” “We’re here,” Jaxson snapped, leaning forward, “because you were caught hacking the school’s administrative server to erase a freshman’s truancy record. You’re a criminal, girl. Don't act like you're sitting on a moral high ground made of…of textbooks.” How eloquent. I blinked. “I wasn't hacking for fun. I was being paid. It’s a business model. And I didn't erase the record; I just rerouted the notification email to a dead server that...”

All this time, happiness could be found simply by strolling in the market. It had completely stopped snowing by now. After we packed our luggage, we boarded a plane to Luthen. Noah revealed that after retiring from the mafia, he had turned over a new leaf and became a proper businessman. I was somewhat taken aback. I had remembered him as one of Xavier’s most reliable subordinates. He always had a gun loaded, and his eyes were like those of a predator. “I can't spend my whole life like that,” he remarked with a faint smile before ruffling my hair.

"I worked as a hacker in a big company." "Are you good at it?" "Not to brag but, I was near the best." "Well, today is your lucky day," Mario said, sarcasm evident in his eyes. "My hacker quit last week for personal reasons and I have been in search of a new one." Zoe eyed him suspiciously as he drew a card from the breast pocket of the black shirt he wore. "Call me anytime as soon as you are out of the hospital," Mario continued. "You would work immediately."

“You’re going nowhere, mister! We have a lot of work to do. You can’t just leave!” Seeing that he was adamant, I lost all patience. With one swipe, I shoved him out of my way. “You! Stop right there! Can’t you hear me? I said stop right there!” Mr. Hanks shouted, but I turned a deaf ear, storming out. I took a taxi to my hacker hideout located on the outskirts of the city. On the outside, it looked like an abandoned warehouse, but the inside was like a whole new world. Tons of computers lined a wide wall. Several server boxes lay on underneath every dusty desk. It had been almost a year since I was here, so I wasn’t surprised by its state.