24: Strange Hansen

For someone who had dreamed of dinosaurs since childhood, seeing a living, breathing dinosaur with her own eyes was undoubtedly a miracle beyond comprehension.

And when that dinosaur actually began to move, reviving under the control of precision instruments and gradually showing signs of "life," the shock became enough to make one tremble.

Carl held her breath as she lay hidden in the shadows, her gaze locked tightly on the Triceratops that Biotechnica's researchers had cautiously released into the center of the eco-park. Her pupils dilated with excitement and an indescribable joy. Even her breathing became nearly silent, as though the slightest carelessness might disturb this ancient miracle as it awakened.

She could feel her heartbeat speeding up. A heart that normally felt no excitement even in battle was now pounding wildly.

Amazing.

And not just for her—Carl was certain that anyone on the team, even the ever-calm and composed T-BUG, would have frozen in place as if under a binding spell before this prehistoric behemoth gradually being infused with "life."

Without blinking, unable to look away.

So what if it was not a true prehistoric behemoth, but merely a bionic specimen created by Biotechnology?

Its body had perfectly recreated the essence of a Triceratops—the faint tremors caused by its sturdy limbs stepping on the ground, the metallic sheen of its scaled hide beneath the eco-park's simulated sunlight, and the sharp trajectories carved through the air by its iconic three horns as it moved its head.

Those details alone were enough to make anyone who had ever dreamed of dinosaurs boil with excitement, unable to tear their eyes away.

Carl watched the Triceratops' muscles begin to twitch rhythmically, watched the fine scales covering its body gleam bronze beneath the eco-park's spotlights.

When those distinctive curved horns swept through the air