Monster Factory

The cordon was set up thirty meters.

A wire-controlled robot, a bold soldier, was placed 20 meters away from the wreckage of the Banshee aircraft.

After the interference device is turned on and the possibility of any remote control signal is prevented, the wired control robot moves very happily toward the wreckage of the aircraft.

The internal picture of the wreck is transmitted to the operator's instrument through a long line.

Commander Waddington stood behind the operator.

He can see the inside of the Banshee aircraft from the picture, just like the air crash that just happened to be broken and messy.

The cabin has been greatly deformed and the seat is broken. Almost all the porthole glass has been damaged. There are broken pipelines everywhere, hydraulic oil, coolant, antifreeze, lubricating fluid, etc., and various oil sprays are everywhere. All.

Everyone, including Commander Waddington, around the operating equipment, opened his eyes and tried to find anything suspicious from the picture.

Did not find it in the end.

Everything is normal in the picture, and the blasting robot follows the broken place, and there is no abnormality in entering the warehouse.

Commander Waddington relaxed a little and asked casually: "I heard that this new generation of rc5 detonation robots are equipped with electrochemical sensors that can analyze the presence of explosives in the field?"

“Reporting chief, this robot is indeed equipped with an electrochemical sensor.” The operator stopped the work in his hand and reported: “The sensor is all right now, but there are too many volatile gas liquids in the ruins of the aircraft. Especially with alcohol The coolant of the component is very disturbing to the electrical sensor."

"So I can't guarantee 100% guarantee that the data of the electric sensor is reliable."

The operator is certainly not able to say anything in front of the sergeant.

However, as a professional and experienced battlefield detonator, according to the analysis of the situation, he has reduced the possibility of explosives in the wreckage of the aircraft to less than 20%.

Any explosives can only work if they burst.

After arriving at the camp, they have deliberately circumvented the wreckage of the aircraft and did not explore the wreckage.

By doing this, you can avoid a timed explosion.

If the enemy really has explosives inside the wreckage, the most important thing to do is of course, when the person touches the aircraft, a perfect celestial flower is scattered.

The surrounding canyons have been warned and they are unable to know when their personnel are in contact. What's more, the full-band signal jammer is installed next to the wreckage, and it is impossible for the enemy to detonate by remote control.

The biggest possibility is to use a timed detonation.

This involves psychological comparisons. The personnel who saw the most important task objectives were the first time to wait for the rush to go up, or to hold back the curiosity, first control the canyon around?

If you control the scene first, when will the time of exploration go forward?

The longer the timing of the detonation is set, the uncertainty of the event, and the greater the likelihood that the explosive will be discovered. So within an hour, it is a prime time, more than three hours, only to pray to God.

They waited until the night, and then the stupid enemy would not set the time of the scheduled explosion at this stall.

The discharge timing is detonated, leaving only the smallest possibility.

Touch type.

An explosion occurs when a person touches a detonating cord or a pressure device.

The reason why this possibility is the smallest is because even the armed members of Afghan are not stupid enough to use this means to sneak into the US military.

When is the US military so bad that it is easy to get close to the suspicious explosion target?

The explosive robot is what to eat. After the robot is checked, the next step is to launch the high-powered crawler trailer. If the aircraft is not dragged to the sky, it is impossible for the personnel to approach the scene.

With touch, what else can you do besides being scary?

Even the members of the Afghan indigenous armed forces know that the mysterious and powerful enemy cannot be unknown.

So keep on checking without risk.

The small detonating robot shuttles back and forth between the banshee's wreckage, and the long cable dragged behind it. Under the operator's superb operation technology, there is no entanglement of obstacles.

"Reporting sir, everything is normal now, only the bottom of the aircraft has not been checked."

"But the enemy took only 20 minutes from the start of the battle to the departure of the battlefield. I don't think they have the ability to carry the aircraft in such a short time and place the explosives. The robot just searched the scene and also No traces of the presence of lifting machinery were found."

Commander Waddington nodded and then asked, through the damage of the wreckage, can you tell which way the aircraft was destroyed?

Of course, the operator will not make a conclusion. "This may require the wreckage to be checked back to the base and detected with more professional trace detection equipment."

Commander Waddington issued an order, "Disarm, but the full-range jammer should not be turned off. The trailer will arrive in half an hour. Within half an hour, no one is allowed to be within ten meters of the wreckage of the aircraft."

"Yes!"

......

Even the possibility of an explosion has been ruled out.

Commander Waddington is still on the move and does not want to take any risks.

Because for the time being they have not yet determined which way the aircraft was damaged.

It is most likely that the enemy has opened the aircraft to the air and then turned off the propeller to let it fall. This is the quickest way. But now people can't get close to the probe, and everything is still speculative.

The 30-meter warning range was lifted, and the string that was stretched in the hearts of everyone on the scene was relaxed.

The detonator recycles the robot and begins to erect the lights, ready to take pictures of the angles of the wreckage of the aircraft.

The inspector begins to collect the material to be tested on the periphery.

Everything is in order, everyone has not crossed the warning line of ten meters, and it is even more impossible to touch the wreckage. This is to prevent the slightest possibility of a touch explosion. When the armored trailer arrives, the remote control robot connects the tow cable and drags the wreckage of the aircraft to the front.

The canyon under the night is brightly lit.

From time to time, the sky has a roar of fighters. This is already the third batch of fighters to come to the police.

There are full-band jammers in the canyon, and they can't stop them from contacting each other. They laid a communication line outside the canyon, using communication equipment to relay contacts from outside.

"The airspace is all right."

"The ground is all right."

"The electromagnetic signal is all right."

"The radar signal is all right."

All equipment personnel responsible for monitoring will report to the camp every minute.

Commander Waddington was in the temporary headquarters 50 meters away from the wreckage of the aircraft. Unlike other technicians in the camp, he was very curious about the wreckage of the aircraft, always intentionally or unconsciously, close to ten meters. At the edge of the cordon, I want to see it more carefully.

Commander Waddington prefers the technology rather than its appearance.

But this has to wait a long time before he can read it.

Commander Waddington is now thinking about how to write a written report that minimizes his responsibilities after returning to the base.

I don't know how long it has been heard that there has been a different voice in the monitoring report of numbness.

“The armored transport vehicle arrived at the canyon and requested to enter.”

"Allow entry." Commander Waddington patted the thigh and stood up from the chair. The armored transport vehicle is coming. When the wreckage is on the road, he can take the slaves and return to the base without having to sleep here.

however.

Just as Commander Waddington had just taken a step, the original quiet communicator suddenly sounded a scream of cold hair.

"Ah ~ Firebird Nine Attack..."

The scream came to an abrupt end, and there was a radio noise in the communicator.

Commander Waddington subconsciously wants to rush to the communicator, the pace has just come out, and I feel that something is wrong. The keen sense of being cultivated for many years on the battlefield is madly reminding him not to get close.

Commander Waddington's back was so sweaty that he took the biggest step and rushed to the door.

After three steps, Commander Waddington finally rushed out of the zero-hour camp built by the tent.

Outside the camp, there is a peaceful.

The soldiers were guarded together in twos and threes. The technicians were surrounded by the maiden demon wreckage, taking pictures and keeping the files and smashing the small parts scattered outside the warning line.

"The enemy attack..."

Commander Waddington circled his hands into a trumpet and shouted with all his strength.

Unfortunately, no one can hear his warning.

Because at the moment when Commander Waddington yelled, the canyon under the night suddenly burst into a dazzling light.

Time seems to be stagnant at this moment, only the light is moving.

The light is blooming by the wreckage center of the Banshee aircraft, accompanied by a shock wave that spreads more than ten times faster than the supersonic wave. This group of white light that is more dazzling than the sun in the night, spreads to 30 meters in less than a millisecond. .

Earth and earth shake.

Four fighters in charge in the sky, three of them are patrolling, and did not have time to make any action. On the other hand, the nose has turned downwards and began to fall.

The four pilots of the fighters saw a scene of shocking life.

The canyon below the field of vision seems to have been stuffed into a sun. The only white light that illuminates the whole world.

For all who are still alive, thinking has solidified.

Including the commander Waddington standing 50 meters away.

"Boom!!"

The metal liquid inside the plasma battery was ignited by the explosion, and they splashed into the sky, turning into hundreds of millions of pure white fires falling from the sky.

The last picture that Commander Waddington saw was a white fire, and he came to him.

When the dazzling white light that broke through the sky gradually dissipated, and the vibrations of the entire canyon gradually drifted away, the canyon became a sea of ​​fire.

Two-star commander Waddington, on the spot.