Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

With a clear objective, all investigations become easier, although this may lead to some degree of intelligence misjudgment, but for Aurora, this is acceptable.

Chen Yiran gave Jasmine a week, but in reality, Jasmine directly allocated an astonishing amount of computing power and found a crucial piece of evidence in just one day, and made a deduction.

Look, this is the satellite. It's an old satellite launched in 1986, in geosynchronous orbit. Its payload is an old-fashioned visible and infrared scanning radiometer with low resolution, only a few kilometers.

There are also electromagnetic wave receivers, which have slightly higher accuracy.

This is the UD1 experimental satellite, which was originally led by the University of Delaware, with the Brandiwan Science Foundation of the DuPont family as one of the main funders.

According to official sources, the satellite was decommissioned in 1997. This is true; the satellite's main computer had long since failed. However, the equipment and transponders still had an analog command channel independent of the main computer.

This is nothing new; it's common for skilled individuals to reconnect to defunct satellites using various signals.

The most recent instance was in 2012, when a British amateur radio enthusiast rediscovered the LES-1 satellite, which had flipped and lost contact forty years earlier due to a rocket malfunction that caused it to fail to enter orbit. The satellite was located at 236.997 MHz.

For decades, it has been continuously emitting signals with 4-second intervals using solar panels.

In this case, DuPont may have followed a similar pattern, legally returning the old test terminals to the investor, DuPont, in accordance with the agreement when the project was terminated.

This could have been intentional, or it could have been an accident. In any case, they must have continued to control the satellite UD1, which had already been scrapped by the scientific community.

I've hacked into his signal, and I don't know when it was redirected to the road out of Yuma, but it's been keeping an eye on that area.

The observation signals are being continuously transmitted back to Earth. Our observation satellite has already spotted the antenna at the old DuPont house. The old antenna, which has been installed for many years, should be specifically designed to receive this satellite signal.

This satellite is too old and is nearing the end of its service life, so it evaded our view, which was our mistake earlier.

I have reflected on this, and going forward, I will focus part of my Starlink monitoring on the orientation of all satellites in orbit. I will track any satellite that is looking in our direction.

"DuPont truly lives up to its reputation as a long-established family. The electronic equipment avoidance measures are so thorough, and even the satellites are all scrapped. If we didn't have a target, it would be quite troublesome to search for them slowly."

"Alright, we'll talk about the problems later. You said before that you thought the other side used a smokescreen? That maybe they didn't evacuate this area? Is that possible? Our people went there, and all sorts of robots couldn't find anything wrong."

Yes, I think we might have blind spots. If they've been preparing for a long time, it's entirely possible they could have created a refuge area. The damp soil of the dense forest could effectively block our infrared reconnaissance.

Chen Yiran tapped the table lightly and said, "You raise a dog for a thousand days, then use it for one. Let's deploy the Paw Patrol and thoroughly search that entire area. Find anyone who lives there, and remember, they must be alive!"

Okay, I'll arrange it right away. While we're at it, we should also survey most of the main roads in key locations across the continental United States.

"Alright, go do it."

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The Lanai Island Paw Patrol, thanks to Pidgey's years of hard work, has become a very large team.

Although the preserved egg itself is unambitious, it eats and drinks well every day without doing any work, lives by acting cute in front of its owner, and runs around the whole island when it has nothing to do, and is known as the number one rascal on Lanai Island.

However, the wives that Chen Yiran found for Pidan, whether it was his first wife Mocha Latte or the ones he prepared for him later, were all excellent working dogs.

Therefore, this unit is actually very strong in combat.

However, due to the island's ridiculously weak security measures, the team's usual duties gradually evolved from patrolling the island to taking various dogs around so that residents could pet them at any time. Together with the cat park on Lanai Island, this became a major pastime for the island's residents.

What was originally a very proper defense force inexplicably turned into a mascot force.

The current head of this unit, Newey, is the founder of the Cooper House K9 working dog base, which Chen Yiran met in Silicon Valley. He finds the situation somewhat amusing and exasperating.

However, he is still satisfied with the current situation. Although his previous work base was also very successful, with annual revenue exceeding one million US dollars, the expenses were also considerable, and it was certainly not as comfortable as it is now.

However, he was also very excited to go on a mission occasionally.

At the site where Catherine and Eagle were attacked, Newey, accompanied by five other dog trainers and hundreds of dogs of various kinds poised for battle, looked ready to fight.

The person in charge of the adjustment team, who was accompanying them, said with a hint of envy, "I asked, and we're on a joint mission this time. While the dog's sense of smell is excellent, our ground vibration monitoring is also very useful."

Newey turned to look at the group of dogs poised to pounce behind him and waved.

In an instant, hundreds of working dogs of various colors rushed into the dense forest.

Newey then looked at the person in charge of the adjustment and said with a smile, "No matter what, a dog's sense of smell is still very useful! And, look how cool! More than a hundred dogs, how impressive!"

The person adjusting the device next to him was even more envious, and whispered, "What? We can actually add olfactory components too, although it's not very mature yet and sensor drift can occur. But the technology will definitely improve in the future."

After the adjuster finished speaking, he waved his hand in imitation of Newey, actually transmitting a signal in his mind. The surrounding robots rushed into the dense forest like tigers descending a mountain.

Newey shook his head: "After seeing so many robots, I think this pack of dogs is much cooler. What do you think?"

"Once technology advances further, we might not need you anymore!"

Newey looked up calmly and said, "Lord Chen Yiran likes dogs."

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The operation went very smoothly. This kind of blind spot was solved once the psychological blind spot was resolved. A tall, red-haired man was carried out by several robots. He had already been injected with anesthesia and was unconscious.

The Paw Patrol members who emerged from the dense forest were delighted and said to Newey with smiles, "Tiger found it! He sniffed around in one spot for ages, then gave a warning signal by scratching the floor, and sure enough, we found the shelter underneath."

They dug very deep; no wonder we couldn't see it before. But since it's a place they've lived in for a long time, even if they buried all the emissions equipment in the soil, some residual odors are inevitable.

Newey looked up at the coordinator beside him and said, "You guys are in charge of the procedures after that, right? We're taking the Paw Patrol and leaving first."

The person in charge of the adjustment said somewhat deliberately, "Leave it to us, it's not a big problem. You take the cute puppy back, and the adults can handle the rest."

"...What do you mean by 'adult matters'? You mean we're doing children's work?"

The panel on the face was opened, revealing a cute emoticon on the screen.

"(◣_◢) Okay, it's not a particularly big deal. It's just about cutting off this person's head, extracting their brain, putting it into a special virtual space, and tricking them into revealing everything they know."

Newey's lips twitched slightly. He glanced at the obedient dogs around him, nodded, and said, "I can't do your job anymore. We're leaving now. Good luck to you guys. Anyway, attacking Governor Catherine deserves to be beheaded."