RPAGF Chapter 1039 Saint Seiya will not be defeated by the same move!
Chapter 1039 Saint Seiya will not be defeated by the same move!
The armored vehicle's door slammed shut, instantly shutting out most of the summer morning heat and the noisy cicadas outside.
Although the ventilation inside the car was on, the stuffy feeling still lingered.
The capable attendant, known as "Old Qin," who had been sitting silently in the passenger seat like a shadow, only turned slightly to the side after watching Deputy Political Commissar Chang's hurriedly disappearing figure.
"Sir, what's the difference between Deputy Political Commissar Chang's method and the 'directly rushing in' approach we rejected before? It's just a different 'inspection and review' disguise; the real intention is still to force our way in."
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses closed his eyes to rest. As he listened to what Lao Qin said, a faint, indifferent smile appeared on his lips, as if he were mocking someone, or as if he had everything under control.
He slowly took off his glasses, then took out a piece of soft cloth and gently wiped the lenses.
"People who are stupid are beyond help."
"This is because war has turned their brains into rammed earth. When faced with a situation, the command baton only points forward, and the only order is 'charge forward with your head down'... On the battlefield, they might earn a reputation for 'bravery,' but in this situation where there is no gunpowder smoke but every step is fraught with danger, they are the most conspicuous live target."
He put his glasses back on, the cold lenses reflecting the light in the dim light, and looked in the direction of the Little Red Building.
"But it doesn't matter. If he wants to go for it, let him go for it. What I want has never been for him to succeed."
After a pause, a subtle, cold smile curled at the corner of the man's lips. The smile didn't reach his eyes; all that remained was a chilling calculation.
According to the unspoken rules of conduct in such situations, if he were to directly exert pressure on this matter, even if he succeeded, he would inevitably be accused of "using his power to suppress others" and "abusing his authority," which would put him in a passive position when the matter reached his superiors.
But once the situation escalates, the nature of the matter changes completely...
In the midst of the chaos, things went wrong, and the responsibility was naturally shifted to the incompetent Deputy Political Commissar Chang, or to Jiangxia's side for "refusing to cooperate with supervision," having nothing to do with him.
Old Qin's eyes flickered slightly, as if he were deep in thought.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to have gotten into the conversation and continued:
"When things get chaotic, the water gets muddy. When the water gets muddy, it's easier for many hands that can't catch fish to reach in. If things happen a little more 'coincidentally,' during the conflict... for example, some hothead might lose control, or someone might 'unfortunately' get injured in the shoving, or even... draw blood..."
He uttered the last three words softly, and the air inside the car seemed to be sucked out instantly, even the faint sound of ventilation disappeared.
"That would be perfect." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses spoke in a barely audible voice, yet every word pierced the heart.
"This completely changes the nature of the matter. It is no longer a simple matter of procedure or saving face, but a 'serious accident' or 'vicious incident' that is a foregone conclusion."
Higher-level and different systemic forces will intervene like sharks smelling blood; an investigation team will come down, and all eyes and pressure will be focused on this.
By then, who will care about a role that's been suppressed by secrecy regulations?
Who can now reliably and completely protect that naive young man standing at the forefront of the storm? The situation naturally loosens, and many things gain room for maneuver.
Old Qin felt a chill rush from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, and he could no longer feel the stuffiness inside the car.
You're really ruthless!
"Go, keep an eye on things." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and seemed a little tired. "Don't let them really make a hole in the sky, but... sparks have to fly, people have to see the smoke."
……
The atmosphere inside the secret workroom of the Little Red Building was completely different from the cold, calculating atmosphere inside the armored vehicle. The stifling heat here was much more palpable.
The August sun had already begun to scorch the roof, making the interior feel like a steamer.
All the windows in the room were wide open, and a draft of heat from outside rushed in, but it still couldn't dispel the high temperature caused by the running machines.
To ensure the smooth operation of the second-generation Huangdahuang system, Jiang Xia made a decision that made Director Zheng and Baoqiang's eyes twitch...
He grabbed the toolbox leaning against the wall, took out a screwdriver and a wrench, and began to disassemble the thick metal shell of the "Big Yellow II"!
"Hey! Hey! Jiang Guawa! What are you doing!" Baoqiang was the first to shout, his sunglasses tilting askew in fright. "You dare to take apart this precious thing? We can't afford to pay for it if you break it!"
Director Zheng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously took half a step forward: "Comrade Jiang Xia, regarding the heat dissipation problem... we can think of other solutions! How about I use a fan to fan you? Or, can we move the fan closer?"
Looking at the exposed, intricate circuit boards and neat cables, he felt as if he were seeing his own child being disemboweled, and his heart ached beyond measure.
Unfortunately, their complex feelings are nothing but useless groans in the eyes of the idiot.
Because this kid has gone into rationality again.
In his current understanding, "Dahuang II" is not a delicate device that needs to be protected, but a "system" that urgently needs to solve the heat dissipation bottleneck in order to complete the highest priority task.
Removing the outer casing reduces heat buildup, and combined with cross ventilation, it can improve the host's heat dissipation efficiency by nearly 40%, which is just enough to meet the computing load after the Red Dragon Eye is connected externally.
This is the "optimal solution under the current conditions" obtained by Jiangxia after using a scanner to conduct a simulation.
In this mode of absolute rationality and goal-driven behavior, even the boy's eyes became calm and still. Fortunately, he still managed to retain his respect for his seniors in this mode.
"No, simply increasing the airflow speed will only have a limited effect on improving heat dissipation efficiency if it cannot create an effective directional airflow and pressure difference."
Are you trying to artificially create a localized low-pressure area above the chip and use Bernoulli's principle to guide hot air upwards and out?
Theoretically feasible, but relying solely on manual fanning results in turbulent airflow, failing to create a stable and controllable low-pressure area indoors. This leads to poor targeted heat dissipation for core heat-generating components and is unsustainable.
Oh……
So this is ah!
Director Zheng nodded blankly. Just as Baoqiang was about to make a cacophony, Director Zheng pinched his beak into a duck's mouth.
As Jiang Xia spoke, he deftly removed the last few screws, slamming the heavy steel plates on the sides and top to the ground. The "internal organs" of the "Big Yellow II" were now completely exposed to the air.
The circuit boards are densely packed, the memory core boards are inserted vertically, the power transformer is huge, and the most core central processing unit array is already radiating heat due to continuous high-load operation.
The hot air, mixed with the smells of insulating varnish, ozone, and burnt metal, hit us.
Baoqiang stared wide-eyed at the internal structure of the second-generation yellow dog, while Director Zheng turned his head away as if he couldn't bear to look.
Director Zheng tidied up the shell that Jiang Xia had carelessly placed, and ran his hand over it: "You've suffered, kid... hang in there, it's all for the greater good..."
Oh, our old senior...
They always habitually show the utmost enthusiasm for everything that has helped them, whether the help is from people or things...
Jiang Xia completely ignored the two people's heartache and had already aligned the disassembled Red Dragon Eye integrated module with the expansion interface of the Big Yellow 2nd Generation.
"Connection successful, minimum power self-test."
The humming sound when the machine started seemed different from usual, with an added "humming" vibration, as if countless relays were opening and closing at extremely high speeds.
On the main screen, in addition to the flashing green cursor, a monitoring window with flashing white characters forcibly popped up. Lines of status codes consisting of numbers and simple English abbreviations scrolled rapidly, finally settling on "External unit normal...ready".
"Interface handshake successful!"
"what……"
Baoqiang, looking rather foolish, raised his hand and actually shook hands with Director Zheng: "That's it? I successfully shook hands with him?"
The rest of the group remained silent. Although they didn't quite understand, they all thought Baoqiang was being foolish...
Jiang Xia seemed oblivious to all of this.
He had completed the "brutal modification" of the hardware, sat back down in the creaking wooden chair, his fingers moving like a blur on the round keycaps of the heavy keyboard, striking out a crisp, crackling sound, as he continued to write a low-level driver program and a complex parallel task allocation process that he had seen from Fatty.
Baoqiang leaned closer, watching the machine codes, addresses, and incomprehensible parameters scrolling wildly across the screen like a waterfall. He couldn't help but swallow hard and mutter to himself:
"My goodness... this thing is even more bizarre than simultaneously monitoring forty frequency-hopping radio stations and having to memorize all the tunes they hum..."
"Don't interrupt! Get ready to record the decoded output stream!"
The special program has finished loading and the verification has passed.
The real brute-force attack on the last and most robust encryption shell begins again, under full power on the bare machine!
As an external hardware multiplier and divider, the sixteen-bit computing architecture of the Red Dragon Eye complements the Big Yellow Second Generation host, instantly releasing the computing power that was originally limited by the machine body.
"The temperature has stabilized for now! Continue! Concentrate computing power and attack the second layer of nested keys! The keystream generator is likely based on a nonlinear combination of shift registers. Try fitting it with my 114th conjecture model!"
Time ticked by, and the only sounds in the workshop were the hum of the machines and the tapping of keyboards.
Suddenly, the indicator light on the second-generation yellow device lit up, the data stream on the screen abruptly stopped, and then lines of neat text slowly appeared – the first coded message had finally been deciphered.
"What did they say?"