While Ethan planned OmniTech Corp's next step, Sentinel was busy taking the cyber world by storm just a day after its launch.
It's fame had somehow reached overseas in just one day and it had made a couple of black hat hackers hesitant.
One particular group of black hats currently sat around a table sharing skewers and a round of Yanjing[1] at a roadside BBQ stall.
"Lǎobǎn, zài lái jǐ píng Yānjīng!" a man with close-cropped hair called out, raising his empty bottle toward the vendor. [Translation: Boss, bring a few more bottles of Yanjing.]
The stall owner gave a curt nod, before disappearing toward the cooler. The smoky scent of cumin and grilled lamb wafted in the air as the group clinked bottles together.
"They're calling it Sentinel," another from the group of five muttered, picking at a skewer of chuan'r.
His thin-rimmed glasses reflecting the light above their table. "Even Google rolled it out overnight. I've never seen them move this fast."
