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!"
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..."
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!"
"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."
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.

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