“They will explode in Moscow at 8:00 p.m. on Sunday, July 15,” Boris added.
“But, what are you saying! Are you sure?”
“Confirmed.”
“With what probability of certainty?” Alexandre asked.
“Ninety five percent?”
“But, how can you calculate that!”
“It is the result of all the simulations that were done. That percentage is the average of all the algorithms tested. Some give ninety-nine percent and the lowest is ninety-two. I know it’s hard to believe. It wasn’t easy for me either. My contacts in military intelligence have confirmed this. I tell you again. There is a ninety-five percent chance that the bombs will explode by the World Cup final. For me it is a fact that it will happen,” said Boris.
“Then we have to notify the president of Russia to cancel the World Cup,” said Alexandre.
“Presidents have never ruled completely and even less so in important things. This is beyond their power. I only trust my hackers and network of friends in various intelligence services. They call them white hats. If we go to the president, they would arrest them all.
“How can they be so sure that the bombs will explode?”
“They are professionals and they have their methods. They cross information with other hackers from the intelligence services of other countries. They had a suspicion and I already told you that it was confirmed by several sources.”
“And do you know where the bombs are?”
“Close to Moscow, but not exactly where.”
“Do they have a clock to detonate in the World Cup final?”
“Yes.”
“Why not hack the clocks and stop them from exploding?”
“You can, but you need the codes.”
“What codes?” Alexandre asked and opened his eyes, “What? The pendrive codes?” he asked again.
“Yes, the last encrypted message that Ronald sent you before he died, do you remember what it says?”
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