Days of Love with Tyrannosaurus Rex

The top floor of the Sylvia military area, noon.

The third proposal meeting on the construction of the forest buffer protection belt was held on the top floor, with ten participants, one more than the usual high-level meeting.Close to 12:30, Alman, the assistant director who represented the deputy director of nibw, and Hannover, the iron-blooded general, came together in a rare way. One with a smile on his face, and the other with a blank face, sat in two opposite directions of the long table.

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

The secretary who took the minutes cleared his throat and announced the start of the third proposal meeting.In the current dinosaur form, the forest buffer protection belt is an aspirational option. There is no longer any debate. The question is when and how to do this huge and risky project.As usual, another lieutenant general took the lead. Everyone held a plan prepared in advance, presented and discussed together, and finally voted for the most suitable one.

The usual boring tricks of politicians.

At the beginning of the meeting, Lieutenant General "Hannover" turned his eyes to the wall at the other end of the conference room. There were many oil paintings hanging on the wall, and there were dozens of them stacked up.He once again found the smallest and most inconspicuous pair inside.In the painting is a tall and docile-looking female dragon, with brown pupils and somewhat dry leather armor. It is slightly raising its head, as if listening to something.Behind her is a lush forest, and the morning sun rises from the top of the forest, dividing the painting into two distinct halves, one half is intense orange and the other half is dark green.

The same scene, the same beautiful oil painting, the last time when he looked at the female dragon in the painting, he happened to be locked in a cage, like a livestock that was about to be sold, and the person at the table decided whether to live or die , and this time, he has become one of them majesticly, using all kinds of weapons that humans equipped him with, and turned to these arrogant and unreasonable humans.

There was an imperceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his gaze started from the top of the table, scanning each of their faces seriously one by one.

Jacob, Kevin, Rich, Simon, Wesley, Victor, Van, Garfield.

These people are still sitting here dignifiedly, breathing the same air as him, as if the things they did to him and Eli never happened.

The air was a little frozen, and an imperceptible energy pressed heavily on the surroundings. The people at the meeting tugged on their ties, but no one noticed that something was wrong. The secretary turned down the heating a few degrees, and it was "Hannover"'s turn to present.

"Hannover" stood up from his seat, and opened the simulation map of the holographic plan he made in advance.Today, he looks a little different from usual. He has decades-old asthma, and he has frequent attacks every deep winter, and he is somewhat weak.But he looked quite healthy today, but his expression was indifferent, and when his dark eyes looked over, there was an indescribable chill.

"December is about to enter, and the weather will get colder and colder. The forecast from the meteorological station mentioned that snowfall is very likely in three days. Once the snow accumulates, the construction of the buffer zone will have to slow down. I think it is better to be early than to be inappropriate. It’s too late, we should start working immediately.”

"The wider the protective belt, the better. Taking the edge of our city as the baseline, advance at least 8 kilometers toward the forest as a protective belt. If you can get permission from the Environmental Protection Agency, it is best to advance to 15 kilometers."

The voice fell to the ground, and there were whispers in the conference room. "Hannover" ignored their objections, and continued to finish the detailed plan of the entire project. The big ones included the location, scope, form of construction and security during the construction of the protective belt, and the small ones included What to use as a fire starter, how to effectively control the combustion range, how many people and how many working hours are planned.This plan alone took nearly half an hour to talk about, followed by another alternative plan. After the speech, he took a sip of tea slowly, put the control pen on the table, did not sit down, and pressed down with one hand. desktop, his gaze scanned the entire conference table.

"What do you think?"

Some people frowned, others nodded, and there was another whisper.Arman, who didn't speak from the beginning to the end, suddenly said: "I think Lieutenant General Hannover's plan is feasible."

The room fell silent.As the tenth extra person, Yarman has the most special status here. Although he is only an assistant, he came to the military region as a representative of the research institute, and because this batch of biological weapons has not yet been declassified, only he has control over them. The control method is too important for the current military region.

Some people who felt dissatisfied raised some objections, and Yarman returned the question with half-hearted efforts. In addition, the plan itself seemed to be very feasible. The plan was settled.

On December 12st, led by the Sylvia Military District and the Sylvia government, a total of 1 troops and police forces will be mobilized to construct forest buffer protection belts in different regions at the same time. The estimated construction time is 5000 days. If it goes well, Sylvia Asia's first blizzard will become one of the buffer zone's natural barriers.

"Hannover" Lieutenant General and Yarman walked out of the conference room one after the other. Sylvia's weather today doesn't look very good. The sky is gloomy, the temperature is very low, and the cold wind blows the trees beside the building. clattering.The two stood briefly on the floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the corridor. Arman, with an impeccable smile on his face forever, shook hands with him vigorously.

Noah saw a frantic light in his eyes.

So he frowned unhappily, withdrew his hand, turned and walked towards the former recycling room.Arman followed behind him, laughed softly, and said in a low voice, "I suddenly want to answer the question you asked me last time."

Noah walked quickly, strode into the elevator without looking back, and said, "I'm in a hurry."

Yarman stood next to him and stepped into the elevator. The elevator leading to the secret recovery room was as safe and secret as a safe: "There is nothing to rush, everything is clearly planned, the time and place are set, and you are responsible for the external attack." , I am responsible for the internal disintegration. Half of the troops are concentrated on the edge of the forest. This matter is as simple as kindergarten children sitting in a row."

Noah turned his head and glanced at the people around him. Arman showed a dazzling bright red, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was in a state of excitement.He had an unpleasant intuition about this person from the beginning to the end, and after a brief cooperation, he might need to deal with it if necessary.

"Are you wondering why I do these things?" Arman's eyes became transparent with excitement, and he looked straight into his eyes without hesitation, "Because what I have asked for in my life is It came true. For more than ten years, I have never been so happy as I am now..."

"You are human." Noah reminded him.

Arman laughed, the elevator door opened, and the two walked into the long passage together.

Under the dim light, Yarman's handsome face with a smile looked like a ghost that just got out of hell.

"Human? If I had a choice, I wouldn't be like that group of idiots." He said with a smile.

Noah frowned, he didn't like the way he spoke, this strange man was neither human nor dinosaur, like some kind of twisted species in between.

He didn't answer the call, and the destination was reached.

Yarman swiped open the door of the closed former recovery room with a card with special authority.Noah still remembers the scene when he came here for the first time. Countless cages densely packed this place into a hell on earth.But now, those cages have been disposed of, and the creatures inside have lost their traces. This recycling room has become a huge empty space, only the left wall is hung with the same oil painting as in the conference room. After being magnified dozens of times, the female dragon in the painting suddenly became lifelike. At first glance, it seemed to be a real creature standing by the wall.

The two looked at the painting in unison for a long time.

"Dragon Mother, my god." Arman murmured beside him.

The entrance to the recovery room was slowly closed. After the dinosaur turmoil, it became a blocked area, but it was convenient for Arman's arrangement.He entered a series of original codes on the seemingly scrapped console by the door, and the huge oil painting began to slowly move up, revealing a dimly lit opening.

Within a few minutes of waiting for the entrance to be fully opened, their eyes still could not leave the gentle female dragon—gentle, this word is obviously not suitable to describe a carnivorous Tyrannosaurus rex, but once they saw the portrait of this creature with their own eyes , there is no other word to describe it in human vocabulary.It looks different from ordinary dinosaurs. Those dark green eyes seem to be some kind of intelligent creature, with mysterious magic power, it is difficult to move your eyes away.

"The first city that Dragon Mother entered by mistake was Sylvia, which was about to snow. The weather is exactly the same as now. The temperature is very low and there is no sunshine." Arman's eyes were full of longing and love, He whispered to himself, "My stepfather stripped me naked and tied me to the chair at the dining table. Dirty things kept squeezing in and pulling out. I vomited and prayed to God in my heart, so it was incredible. A miracle happened."

Noah turned his head and saw that his color began to turn orange, with the heart as the center, continuously sending warmth to the surroundings.

"My God suddenly rushed into this hellish room, destroyed everything that could be destroyed, and easily threw that disgusting man out, and his brains bloomed on the road outside. But she didn't even It hurt me... She even lowered her head and looked at me with dark green eyes, I saw my humble body in those huge pupils, and smelled the indescribable fishy fragrance from heaven..."

Yarman's voice slowly faded away, he was trembling slightly, and he pressed the edge of the console tightly with both hands.

There was a long silence, the oil painting was completely lifted up, and the cold wind was blown into this huge space through the hole, making an empty whistling sound.Noah keenly heard the roars of the same kind from the whistling sound, the number was extremely large, caught in the wind, as if carrying extraordinary anger.