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 head and chief 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.

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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 was a curve analysis software, apparently Lena had set the peak before going to sleep, and now it had been broken through, and it was a big amplitude over the peak in an instant.

Staring intently at the screen for a while, her face became more and more surprised. Reaching for the headphones on the table and putting them on, Lena connected to Dr. Finch's line.

"Doctor!" Lena's tone was very anxious: "Online?" Something happened! ”

"Is it Lena? What's all the fuss about!? ”

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's ......"

"Dragon?!" As soon as 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 had Gege install a body temperature scanner on the dragon's body and transmit real-time data back to the command room......"

"Scan your 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 are all reptilian cold-blooded animals, which is commonly known as "ectotherms", Lena installed a temperature scanner on its body, 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 terrifying! The temperature is gradually rising, and now the temperature of its body surface has reached more than 40 degrees, and the temperature in its 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.

"What is the temperature of the internal organs?"

Lena suddenly noticed 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, she found that 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!?"

"/t!...... Exceeding the limits of the scanner......" Potato Chip Girl couldn't help but exclaim.

"What!? What is the scanner limit? ”

"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, no...... It was dropped under Chinook and knocked into a container. ”

"You immediately notify Gege, tell the people on the plane to be careful, and if possible, deal with it now!" Finch turned to the servant in the study and shouted, "Go and get Mr. Ross at once!" Let's talk about big things! ”

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 send a warning to 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 tonight is a wonderful night, right?" He climbed out of bed, paced to his desk in his loose pajamas, clutched 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 while lighting 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 view, the dragon is dead, and the only thing left is transportation, do those Somali pirates in the Gulf of Aden still dare to fight the British "Ark Royal" aircraft carrier's idea?

"You can't find something to lift that hulking dragon onto the plane, right?" He came up with the dry humor of the British.

"The dragon isn't dead." Finch didn't think the joke was funny: "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'll be bouncing like a fish on the deck!"

"What!?" Harvey's hand shook, and the 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 MI6 intelligence officer on the Ark Royal aircraft carrier immediately, and send three teams of Sea Harrier attack planes to support my people, 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 looked up slightly, but finally didn't look at Finch.

"I think you knew the dragon would come back to life, didn't you?" Finch's gaze suddenly sharpened.