A black smoke rose from the lookout tower. The corpses of zombies were piled up in front of the parking lot and burned on the spot. The corpses of other team members were buried in the nearby dense forest. After a short rest, the motorcade started on the journey again. Four trucks turned off the road leading to the observatory and drove on Highway 9336 again.

After about a mile to the east, the motorcade drove down the road across the Everglades Park in a flat place. There is a wild area ahead, and the truck starts to bump when driving. The dirt road is far less solid than the cement road. Where the truck passes, there are deep wheel marks.

In the Everglade, as long as we bypass the relatively dense water network and stay away from the loose beach, we can effectively ensure that the wheels will not get stuck in the mud. However, no one is familiar with the road conditions far away from the highway, so the speed of the motorcade is not very fast.

Fortunately, the weather is much better than before. It's sunny and sunny these days. Although the temperature is muggy, people's vision and mood will be much better in sunny days.

After going through the changes last night, Hill no longer hid her relationship with Jason. She put down her burden and relaxed a lot.

Dr. Mario called Thompson and other young people together and began to seize the time on the road to teach them the simple basic parts of scientific research projects.

Dr. Martin sat beside her with his back against the carriage and continued to play with his laptop. The contest between her and the mysterious man lasted for a long time. Most of the time, the situation was that she ran away one by one. The person who ran away was not weak, nor was the person who chased bold. The mysterious man did not intend to make too much entanglement with Martin. He tried to get rid of Martin's pursuit again and again. At some moments when he was closely pursued, he also set up many obstacles to stop Martin.

This strong opponent made Martin very excited. Although she fell down in the chase again and again, she was not discouraged. This contest is not only about the dignity of hackers themselves, but also Martin found more and more information that surprised her.

Martin began to try to communicate with the mysterious person directly, but the other person never paid attention to her, which made the female doctor with strong self-esteem very angry. She frowned again in front of the computer screen.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dr. Mario saw Martin's expression. He stopped what he was teaching and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Martin?"

"That guy didn't pay any attention to me," Dr. Martin said helplessly. "Now, the situation is that we can't catch up with each other, and we don't pay any attention to each other when we communicate with each other in good faith."

"I really want to see what this guy really is," Martin sighed. "I hope he's not a foot pincher."

"Is there anything new?" Martin's words made Mario laugh. "Can you feel whether this guy did these things with kindness or malice?"

"As long as it is not for political purposes, I can regard him as well intentioned." Martin thought for a moment and said, "Although science has no national boundaries, scientists have their own motherland."

"Our scientific research achievements belong to us and our motherland behind us, and not others can take whatever they want," Martin looked up at Mario, "but this guy took so many things in our database, but he didn't even leave a thank you, and he hid his identity from us. I'm afraid there are hidden secrets behind this."

"I don't know his identity and purpose, which is the most worrying thing," Mario nodded. "If it's really not possible, I think we should report this information to Hua Shengdun."

"But we have always been unable to connect with Huashengton," Martin closed his notebook with some annoyance, "I don't know which bastard set the damn priority authority. If I find this guy, I must transfer all the money in his account to the charity."

"Martin, have you... done this before?" Martin's words made Mario curious.

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"Of course, when the stock god Pafeld was only one step away from the richest man in the world, I planned to make an appointment for lunch with him," Martin recalled that unpleasant experience. "It is said that because of a slight prejudice against scientists, the stock god directly refused my request and gave the opportunity to have lunch together to a sanctimonious political hypocrite."

"And then what?" Mario asked. Others nearby also gathered around curiously and listened attentively to Martin's stories about her.

"Doctor, it is said that it will cost millions of dollars to book a lunch with this stock god. Is this true?" Kim asked curiously.

"Of course, this guy is very good at using his reputation to cash in," Martin nodded and continued. "Later, I made some moves in his hundreds of accounts, causing him to lose tens of billions of dollars at a time, directly falling out of the top three on the rich list."

Martin covered his mouth and began to laugh

An incident involving the world's top millionaires was said from Martin's mouth in such a light way. No one in the audience would doubt the truth of the matter. Everyone had a resonance in their hearts, that is, don't provoke women, especially women with unique skills.

"Major, Hua Shengdun is finally connected to our line." An excited voice came from the walkie talkie, which shocked Jason's spirit. Like rain after a long drought, this satellite line was suddenly connected when almost everyone had no hope for connecting to Huashengton.

The team stopped on the road. Jason jumped off the truck like a fly. He ran to the back and excitedly received the satellite phone in the compartment of another truck.

"This is Hua Shengdun. Please provide your identity information." The voice in the microphone sounded like the sound of nature in Jason's ears, and his hand with the phone began to tremble slightly.

"This is the 53rd Infantry Brigade in Florida. I'm Major Jason." Major began to feed back their information to the other side of the phone, "Our department was ordered to protect Dr. Mario of Tampa Research Institute in Florida and others returned to Tampa from Huasanton. The plane turned to Miami 04 secret base due to an order received midway. At present, the contact with Tampa has been disconnected, and is now being transferred from the base to Fort Myers as planned."

"Dr. Mario of Tampa Institute? Are they alive? Please wait, Major." The voice on the other side of the phone stopped, and soon another voice changed. "Major, please let Dr. Mario speak."

"OK, please wait a moment, Doctor is in the truck ahead," Jason put down the phone and ran back quickly to bring Dr. Mario and Dr. Martin.

"Hello, I'm Mario Capecchi," the doctor picked up the phone and put it to his ear. Some of his gray hair and beard trembled slightly beside the phone. Both he and Martin were excited by the news Jason had just brought. Fortunately, the doctor's Qi cultivation skills were very good, which made him feel calm when he spoke.

"Please tell me the contact key of the institute, Doctor," the other side of the phone asked. This is a new regulation issued by Hua Shengdun to each institute after the disaster. The so-called contact key is a string of codes representing the identity of each institute.

"3383358," Mario reported the number that only he and a few people in the institute knew.

"Identity confirmation, doctor," the voice from the other end of the phone became more relaxed. "I'm glad you didn't have any accidents. We have some good news to tell you."

"Oh?" Mario paused. "Good news?"

"Yes, Doctor," the operator of Huashengton continued, "when Tampa was attacked by the zombies, many people in the Institute survived and were transferred to a cruise ship in Tampa Bay. Since there has been no news from you, we are planning to arrange them to go to Houston. Now it's just right. Please tell me your location."

"Major, where are we now?" Mario turned and asked the major.

"Florida Everglade, 25 ° 29'24.8" west longitude, 80 ° 43'04.5 "north latitude, Jason reported the position of the motorcade to Dr. Mario.

"Our plan coincides with yours. We are also going to Fort Myers, where we can find a boat to go to New Orleans or Houston." After hearing the news from the Tampa Institute and knowing that many of his colleagues survived, Mario finally smiled.

"You can't go to New Orleans, where the survivors of the Institute moved to Houston a week ago." Mario did not expect that a good news came from the other end of the phone and then gave him a bad news. "Like your Tampa Institute, the institutes in New Orleans are now in ruins."

This news made Mario silent for a moment, and Martin beside him patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he had something to report to Hua Shengdun.

"My colleague Martin has news for you," Mario said and handed the phone to Martin.

"I'm Martin Linda from Tampa Institute, and now I'm asking to connect with the President," Martin said frankly after taking the phone call. "This matter is very important, and the President must make a decision in person."

"Madam, our time is very precious, and I hope you can understand," said the voice on the other side of the phone. "You can directly report this important matter to me. I'm Price, Minister of Public Service, and then I will consider whether to convey it to His Excellency the President."

"Mr. Minister, just because time is precious, I don't want to waste time with you." Martin didn't give the minister any face. What the female doctor disliked most was the tardy process and low efficiency among bureaucrats. She had already evaluated the matter in her mind, and only the President could make a decision on it.