Meanwhile.
On the banks of the Thames River, MI6 headquarters.
The structure, built with reinforced concrete and bullet-proof glass, stood like a massive cold fortress, hidden beneath the bustling shadows of the Thames River's south bank.
Unlike the scorching, bloody, and dust-filled arena of the Sahara Desert, time here seemed frozen in a carefully controlled feeling of suffocation.
The air filtration system emitted a low hum, with light meticulously calculated, evenly and chillingly spilling over every corner.
The gigantic screen of the strategic command center occupied an entire wall, like a cold, all-seeing eye.
The screen was divided into several frames, transmitting real-time information from different sources:
The main frame was a processed high-altitude satellite overview.
On the wrinkled background of the Sahara Desert, yellow and brown like the skin of an old man, several glaring light spots were clearly marked.
