Andrew has been the director of the Fengren Security Center for many years. He is an old-school soldier. Although his belly is as big as a pregnant woman now, he still dresses neatly, with a white shirt and a black tie. The shirt must be tucked into his pants and around his waist.
He was tied with a leather belt with a copper buckle, and the holster of the laser pistol was hung on his waist in a convenient position. On his feet were polished black leather shoes, and his gelled hair was combed meticulously.
In the car, he was a little sleepy. It was too late for the party last night. After all, he was too old to bear the trouble. Thinking about when he was young, he and his friends caroused for three days and three nights in a row. Those were really hormonal years.
ah.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The self-driving car sounded: "Dear Mr. Andrew, the security center has arrived. Please pay attention to your safety when getting off the car. We are honored to serve you."
Andrew stood up, straightened his appearance in the mirror, and put away the smile on his face.
The man in the mirror has a solemn expression and is not angry or intimidating.
Andrew was very satisfied and got out of the car.
Deputy Supervisor John was already waiting at the Supervisor-only parking space. When he saw Andrew, he saluted respectfully: "Boss!"
John was an old employee before principal Xu Boyan bought the school. Because of his powerful appearance and better understanding of the situation, John was left by Andrew to do odd jobs. Unexpectedly, he later showed great talent, became eloquent, and rose through the ranks, becoming Andrew's inseparable deputy.
Andrew didn't speak, just nodded majestically and strode forward.
John trotted closely behind him, making a routine report every morning: "The 10,000-word report you ordered has been submitted, and all subordinates have sent it to your space."
Andrew said majestically: "There is no one who refuses to pay, right?"
John laughed and said: "How dare they!"
Andrew snorted: "You have to keep a close eye on these bastards, otherwise they will definitely be lazy."
John said flatteringly: "With you, boss, in charge, no monsters or ghosts can cause trouble. Another thing is that Fermi came to me yesterday to solicit sponsorship and cried for a long time, saying that their ethics department was so poor that they couldn't even see a mouse.
"
Andrew said dissatisfied: "Is our security center very rich? You came to us to solicit sponsorship, but you went to the wrong place. Femi has only been out for a few days, and his butt is crooked? Is it possible that he thinks he can stay in Fengji forever?
Where?"
John was trying to find out what was going on. When he saw that the boss was not happy, he immediately followed the tone and said, "No! This Fermi is really confused. He should go to the principal to ask for sponsorship. The subordinate ignored him."
Andrew walked into the office: "The autumn wind hit me here, I really don't know how high the sky is!"
Then he waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, go and do your own business. I'll call you if anything happens."
When John heard this, he quickly stopped at the door of the office: "Okay, my subordinates will go and get busy first."
The door of the office closed automatically, and Andrew sat down on the sofa chair. He rubbed his somewhat numb forehead. Femila's sponsorship was like a thorn in his heart. His former employee fell into the role so quickly,
There was no attachment or reluctance to the security center, which made him very unhappy.
After a while, Andrew calmed down and opened his cyberspace. Sure enough, he received a bunch of images, which were all analysis reports of Dragon City.
He clicked on a report at random.
"... Analyzing the battle process between Longcheng's control of Yan Falcon and Park Xuanhai, we will find that Park Xuanhai did not make any mistakes, and all his responses were in line with the guidance of the textbook. But such a completely error-free operation was ignored by Longcheng
Solve it in one round, a crime other than war! After inputting the data of the entire battle process and Yan Falcon's parameters to build a model, you will find that Dragon City's control of Yan Falcon is a theoretical extreme operation...
"
Andrew's heart seemed to be blocked by something, and he was inexplicably irritated. He closed this report and clicked on another report.
"... Discuss the psychological game on the battlefield from the perspective of 1v3. Longcheng is obviously more proficient in psychological warfare than other students, and makes perfect use of this to create theoretical blind spots. The blind spots are not blind spots in the field of vision, but also include blind spots in thinking. In battle
in the process of……"
Andrew became even more irritable and clicked on several reports in succession, all of which came to the same conclusion.
1. Dragon City brings out Yan Falcon’s ultimate capabilities.
2. Dragon City’s operation on Park Hyun Hae is extremely difficult, and it is basically only possible in theory.
3. Dragon City is very good at fighting, including using the environment, psychological games, etc.
4. Yan Falcon limited Longcheng's performance, which is far from Longcheng's ultimate level.
Andrew stroked his meticulous hair. He calmed down. Being able to sit in this position did not rely on his belly that was about to burst out of his shirt.
Very talented young people, the principal personally recruited them...
What prompted him to really change his mind was another report. The report claimed that the equipment center was out of stock of Yan Falcons last night, and this morning, all the Yan Falcons appeared in the garbage dump, but they were all damaged to varying degrees.
Andrew dialed John's message.
John: "Boss!"
Andrew said solemnly: "Create a special interface and corresponding permissions for the Discipline Department to allow them to connect and use our intelligence network. In addition, give them 200,000 ammunition. I remember that Dragon City does not have long-range weapons, so I will give them
Some high-explosive bombs and the like, no one likes to use those things, and they have been kept in the warehouse for several years. Ahem, after all, Fermi also walked out of our security center, so we still have to support his work!"
John said respectfully: "I'll do it now! Fermi is so lucky to have an old superior like you!"
Andrew felt greatly benefited: "I have read all the reports, and they are well written. You should also take a look at them, select a few that are well written, and reward them. You have worked hard recently."
John's face was filled with admiration: "We are really lucky to be able to follow such a generous boss!"
Andrew laughed loudly: "It's not good to flatter me so early in the morning. Okay, what else do you want to report? If not, don't disturb me before lunch."
He didn't sleep well last night, so he needed to catch up on his sleep.
John showed a trace of hesitation and said: "There were three fights just now. They were all conflicts between old students and freshmen. Five people were seriously injured, four of them were freshmen."
Andrew said disapprovingly: "No one died, right?"
"No."
"Then there's no need to worry about them. They're all idle. When will they not fight?" Andrew was about to hang up, but something suddenly occurred to him: "Send the information to the Disciplinary Office. Since it's the Disciplinary Office, they should be responsible for this kind of thing."
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John's eyes lit up: "You are still as good as old! Boss, your skill is so wonderful!"
Andrew waved his hand with a tired look on his face and hung up the communication.
