American Skylight Company, Operations Department Command Room.
Lena fell asleep in a swivel chair with a dark coat over her body, bags of potato chips piled up on the table in front of her and in the trash basket at her feet, and the coffee in her cup had already cooled.
She is the supervisor and liaison officer of the command room, where more than 30 technicians operate the powerful intelligent system "Sky Eye", and monitor the operation in Sierra Leone at all times.
For this Sierra Leone operation, the potato chip girl has not closed her eyes all night, and the beauty has become a panda.
It wasn't until noon today, after Fafnier fell to the ground, that he had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief and fall asleep in the swivel chair.
Drip, drip, drip The computer on the desk beeped, and Lena almost bounced out of her swivel chair.
Rubbing his eyes, he quickly threw himself in front of the screen.
On the screen is a curve analysis software, apparently Lena set the peak before sleeping, and now it has been broken, and the peak is very large in an instant.
Staring intently at the screen for a while, her expression became more and more frightened, her face became more and more pale, she grabbed the headphones on the table with one hand and put them on, and connected to Dr.
Finch as quickly as possible.
"Doctor" Lena looked very anxious in her tone: "Is there something wrong online?"
"Is it Lena, what's the fuss?"
It was a while before Dr.
Finch's confused voice could be heard, apparently exhausted as well.
"There's something new going on in Sierra Leone, and I want to report to you right away, it's urgent, it's about Fafnir, the dragon."
As soon as the "Dragon" Finch heard the name, he immediately came to his senses: "Say, what's wrong" Lena said: "That's right, when Neo killed Fafnier, I felt that something was wrong, it was impossible for a sect master-level monster to be defeated so easily.
So I asked Gege, who was present, to install a body temperature scanner on the dragon's body and transmit real-time data back to the command room."
"Scan body temperature" Finch seems to understand what Lena is going to do, from a biological point of view, although Faveniel is a legendary monster, but after all, it is also a creature, dragons and snakes, they all belong to the reptilian class cold-blooded animals, which is commonly known as "ectotherms", Lena installed a body temperature scanner on it, to monitor the changes in its body temperature.
It stands to reason that if Fafnir is really dead and his body is in a state of absolute death, then there will be no change in body temperature, and if there is, then it means that there is still physiological activity in the body, and the dragon has not completely died.
"What data did you receive?"
"The data is very terrible, the temperature is gradually rising, and now its body surface temperature has reached more than 40 degrees, and the temperature in the internal organs is even higher."
Finch was taken aback, Fafnir is a fire dragon, if the temperature of its internal organs rises, it proves that the fire in its body is revived again, a dead dragon, will definitely not have this kind of body temperature.
"How hot are the internal organs?"
Lena suddenly saw that the curve on the screen was still, like a computer had crashed, and quickly reached out and crackled on the keyboard.
After checking it, the computer did not crash at all, but the monitoring program failed, and her face suddenly turned white.
Finch heard Lena tapping on the keyboard, and a sense of foreboding clouded him.
"Tell me, how many degrees" "ho1yshi\t has overstepped the limits of the scanner," exclaimed Potato Chip Girl.
"What scanner limit is what" "A Thousand Degrees" "Oops" Finch stood up from his chair in shock: "Where is the dragon now?"
Lena pulls up a real-time map of Chinook's flight, and a two-point slowly moves through the map on the screen.
"On the plane, no, no, it was not that he was dropped under the CH47 Chinook and hit in a container."
"You tell Gege right away, tell the people on board to be careful, and if it's possible, deal with it now" Finch turned to the servant in the study and shouted, "You go and get Mr.
Ross right away, and you're going to tell you something big."
Then he asked Lena, "Where is the plane now?"
Lena seemed extremely reluctant to answer the question: "Doctor, they are at sea" Finch said, "You immediately warn Gege, re-import the satellite image, link to the study of Habs Manor, I need real-time footage." ” Putting down the microphone, Finch quickly dialed Harvey.
The old sir didn't seem to expect Finch to call him at this time, he received the latest information more than three hours ago, in the Bo area of Sierra Leone, the dragon named Fafnier was killed by the future head of the Habs family, Neo, and now the body is being transported to the British Royal Navy aircraft carrier "Ark Royal" docked in the waters near Freetown, and will arrive in the United Kingdom in ten days.
"Finch, my old friend, I think it's going to be a wonderful night tonight, right" He got out of bed, paced to his desk in his loose pajamas, and the receiver of the wireless phone, opened the humidor, took out a cigar, put it under his nose and sniffed it, expertly cut his head, clicked on the lighter, and joked as he lit the fire: "Shouldn't you be looking for me at this time to invite me to dinner to celebrate?"
Finch listened to the black line in his head and said coldly: "Harvey, the thing I want to celebrate is going to be postponed for the time being, there is something wrong with Sierra Leone." ” "What's the situation" In Harvey's opinion, the dragon is dead, and the only thing left is the transportation problem, do those Somali pirates in the Gulf of Aden still dare to fight the idea of the British "Ark Royal" aircraft carrier "You can't find something to hoist that heavy dragon onto the plane," he said, with the dry humor of the British.
"The dragon isn't dead."
Finch doesn't think there's any laugh in the joke: "It's alive again, if I'm not mistaken" He looked up at the Patek Philippe "White Gold Chronometer" in his hand.
"If I'm not mistaken, in a few minutes, it will be bouncing like a fish on the deck" "What" Harvey shook his hand, and snow-white cigar ash fell into the ashtray.
After all, Harvey is an old fox who has seen wind and rain, and after a little calm, his tone immediately converged very seriously.
"Old friend, what do you need me to do for you" Finch paced around the table, and after a moment stood still: "Contact your i6 intelligence officer on the Ark Royal aircraft carrier immediately, and send three teams of Sea Harrier attack planes to support my men, carry enough missiles, and if that dragon does escape, kill it" Harvey nodded, "Okay, no problem.
I'll get in touch right away."
Putting down the phone, the door to the study opened, and Rose walked in with a solemn face, without speaking, he went straight to his original place and sat down, and told the servant to make tea.
Finch's gaze swept over Rose's face for a while, and he suddenly said, "You don't seem surprised at all that I'm looking for you at this time." ” "Really," Rose raised his head slightly, but finally didn't look at Finch.
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"I think you knew the dragon would come back to life, right?"
Finch's gaze suddenly sharpened
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