Inside the Scorching Sun Headquarters, the General Director stands in front of a window in a control room, outside which rows of cabinets are neatly aligned within the vast space.
This is the supercomputer room of the Scorching Sun Department, or rather, a part of it.
Wen Yan may rage, may lose his mind, anyone in the Scorching Sun Department can, but he, the General Director, cannot.
He has stood here for a long time, today for an hour, not dealing with documents.
After an hour, he reaches out and presses his hand on a screen, his palm print first being recognized, and the specialized equipment continues to identify his breath, DNA, voice print, iris, brain waves, Soul Fluctuation, and a series of other information.
Finally, after confirming the password and the paper documents with handwritten signature and seal, ensuring there are no issues, the seemingly seamless metal apparatus opens up.
