On the large screen in the command center, a white cursor began blinking incessantly.
As the technicians continued filtering out noise, the text had yet to be decoded, but everyone realized that this signal might be entirely different.
Suddenly, a commotion came from outside the hall. Surrounded by a large contingent of security personnel, a man in his fifties hurried in.
Everyone instinctively turned to look. When they recognized the newcomer, their hearts jolted.
"Sir!"
"Good day, sir!"
Everyone scrambled to their feet, offering greetings. Before the senior military officers could explain the situation, Deputy Chief Zhang Haiping addressed the technician decoding the message without even stopping to take a seat:
"Have you decoded the message yet?"
"Can we determine their exact coordinates this time?"
"Sir, we haven't decoded the signal yet. There's noise and interference, and we're still working to reconstruct the original message!"
"As for the coordinates of the signal..."
Under the scrutiny of over a thousand senior officials of various ranks, the technician answering him could not help growing nervous.
"We can't determine the exact coordinates yet. The target seems to be moving constantly, so we can only try to narrow it down to a general area."
The technician gave a rueful smile. He could not guarantee that they would decipher the message, either. But seeing the chief's expression shift with apparent disappointment, he hurriedly added:
"But sir, judging by the current situation, we still have a very good chance of reconstructing the message!"
"And since the two signals came from different directions, we might be able to locate them through triangulation!"
"There's still hope...?"
Listening to the technicians' report, Zhang Haiping nodded firmly. He knew how much pressure they were under at that moment.
As long as there was hope. What they feared most now was