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Bayji, the former oil company building, now the city defense command center.
An LCD screen occupies an entire wall, displaying more than ten different images—drone live video, electronic signal heat maps, and intelligence summaries from the Tetrick war zone gathered through various channels.
In front of the screen, Song Heping reclines in a wide leather office chair, his legs casually resting on another low stool.
He holds a cup of steaming green tea, wisps of white steam rising from the rim.
His desert camouflage combat uniform has its collar open, revealing a black tactical T-shirt underneath, making him look as relaxed as if he's watching a sports game at home on a weekend.
Jiang Feng sits beside him, fiddling with an unlit cigarette in his fingers, spinning it around out of boredom.
His eyes are fixed on the largest screen in the center, showing the aerial footage sent back by drones deployed near Tetrick.
