"Finally, Fox," Martin took off his glasses and rubbed his sour eyes.

"Rick, I need your people to gather right away," Martin picked up the phone and dialed Rick's office.

"Oh? What happened?" Rick picked up the phone, heard Martin's voice was a little urgent, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

"I've caught the mysterious man, but now I need your help. I can't do the final accurate positioning alone." Martin said, "Let's meet in the big conference room in five minutes, and let everyone bring their own computers."

This is the second week after Jason led the team to Houston. Mario has gathered the survivors of Tampa Research Institute and put them back into the previously interrupted research projects. Rick and members of the Cyberwar Department had landed on the site of the Institute last weekend. After they met Martin, they began to pursue the mysterious man.

Martin was already sitting in the big meeting room. She saw Rick and his colleagues coming and stood up to greet him.

"Dr. Martin, I hope we can make a final decision this time," Rick said, motioning to the people in the Cyberwar Department to start sitting down.

"To make a long story short, the mysterious man's activities are very frequent these days. I have selected several coordinates from the more than 100 coordinates he left behind. I'm sure he is in one of these places." Martin projected the screen of his laptop onto the wall in front of the meeting room, and displayed the lines of numbers on it in front of everyone.

"Doctor, let me venture to ask, what is the basis for your affirmation?" Asked an engineer from the cyber war department.

"I followed him for almost two months. As long as he is a living person, he will have his own habits." Martin explained, "No matter how well he hides, it's always a matter of time before his habits are exposed."

"I need you to help me track these coordinates at the same time." Martin used a laser pointer to point the image onto the wall, "No matter how powerful the mysterious man is, he can't deal with all of us at the same time, so in addition to the coordinates he personally deals with, the other coordinates will only be responded by the program he wrote. By comparing the characteristics tracked by each coordinate, I believe that he will find his true nest."

"Is it that simple?" Rick spread his hand and asked.

"It's that simple." Martin nodded, "The foundation of the program is 0 and 1. No matter how disorderly the thread is, there is only one thread. I have spent two months to peel the cocoon and draw the thread. Now this mysterious man will never think that there is a team behind me. His ability can really surpass my own, but he has no chance of winning against our entire team."

"All right," Rick nodded. "How long will it take us to get the results?"

"Not later than today," Martin said. "What are you going to do next after you lock his position?"

"The next step is for our Secret Service," Rick said. "You just need to keep the mysterious people in the network."

"Secret Service? Aren't you from the Cyberwar Department?" Martin asked in surprise.

"No, they are from the Cyberwar Department," Rick pointed to the other engineers beside him.

"The Secret Service, I remember, belongs to the Ministry of Finance, right?" Martin thought for a moment and said.

"It used to be. After 2003, we were assigned to the Department of Homeland Security," Rick smiled. "My current leader is Kelly, the four-star general of the United States."

……

In the Liuyin Hotel by the West Lake, Zhao Kang's eyebrows were frowned together, and his fingers were rapidly tapping on the keyboard. A series of instructions on the screen were input by him, and the speed was dazzling.

"The server is under abnormal high load. What's the matter?" Yuan Fang poked his head out from behind a pile of equipment on his desk and asked Zhao Kang.

"Help me find a way to keep it stable, and I'll explain to you later." The sweat on Zhao Kang's forehead dripped down his cheeks, and his eyes were still staring at the screen in front of him.

"Do you want to inform Uncle Ai?" Zhao Kang's reaction made Yuan Fang a little alert, and such problems rarely occurred before he set up the server here.

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"Don't have to... Well, it seems that the veteran will have to go," Zhao Kang sighed. "I feel that I have been watched by several divisions at the same time."

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"Doctor, have you compared the data?" Rick had already refilled three cups of coffee, and he helped Martin bring one to her computer.

"The coordinates of the Eastern Hemisphere!" Martin said excitedly.

"The Eastern Hemisphere?" Rick was surprised for no reason, and his hand with coffee shook carelessly.

"It is China, and it is indeed a giant." Martin's eyes lit up, and her face was as radiant as if she had been tired for many days.

"China..." Rick's heart twitched, and he quickly lowered his head and drank a cup of coffee to hide his momentary loss of consciousness.

After inputting the coordinates on the satellite map, the map began to enlarge, and the red mark stayed on the hotel next to a lake.

"West Lake, Liuyin Hotel." Rick stared at the map on the screen and mumbled, "This is a scenic spot in China. Can we make a mistake?"

"There is absolutely no mistake," Martin said firmly. "Please believe in the results of our efforts."

"OK, I'll contact the top right now." Rick also realized the importance of this result. He went outside the conference room, took out a customized mobile phone with satellite phone function, and dialed the only number on it.

"Rick, tell me whether it's good news or bad news," Kelly's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Sir, it's good news. Dr. Martin has found the exact location of the mysterious man," Rick said

"China," Kelly was stunned and immediately laughed again. "It seems that the conventional means can't be used this time. We have to find some people who do dirty work."

"Yes, sir." Rick nodded.

"You can arrange it. There are our people over there. Find some nearest ones to do it." Kelly knocked at the table in front of him, thought for a while and then said, "Let the Peregrine Falcon go too. I'm not sure about the others."

"Well, sir," Rick's heart sank, and he looked into the big conference room. "How about the peregrine falcon?"

"Promise him everything," Kelly put away his smile and replaced it with the determination of a veteran.

Back in the meeting room, Martin was drinking coffee. She saw Rick coming in from the door and walked towards him.

"Have you consulted with your superiors?" Martin asked.

"Yes, this guy can't escape now," Rick smiled and nodded.

"You're not going to use intercontinental missiles, are you?" Martin asked, looking at Rick. China and the United States are one in the eastern hemisphere and the other in the western hemisphere. Now that the disaster is coming, the whole world is full of zombies. She could not imagine how Rick and others would deal with an enemy far away from the earth.

"Missiles used to work, but now they are different. The lion of China has awakened," Rick thought for a moment and said, "Are you interested in our work?"

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's not convenient for you to speak." Martin took a sip of coffee and put down his hair behind his head. "This time I want to thank you for your help, so that we can catch this mysterious man. How about inviting you to have dinner tonight?"

"I don't think there is a word in my dictionary," Rick laughed, showing his beautiful white teeth. "It's a pleasure."

Back in his office, Martin lay on the bed for a while. After the dust settled, the tiredness all over his body began to hit her constantly.

Martin stared at the ceiling, his eyes beginning to drift, when a figure came to him. Martin blinked and began to take some interest in him.

With an idea in his head, Martin could not lie down naturally. Martin got up from his bed and went to the computer to enter the website of the Department of Homeland Security. Then he entered a series of instructions at the end of the website. The screen immediately jumped to another page.

"Wilbur Kelly, Chief of Staff of the White House, participated in the Marine Corps, served as the commander of the Southern Command, held the rank of General, served as the Secretary of Homeland Security of the United States in January 2012, and his son George Kelly died in Afghanistan in 2010.

Kelly is not interested in Martin. The general often appeared on TV before, and many movies also have characters based on him.

Martin searched the computer for the person she wanted to know. After looking for a long time, he did not see any information about him.

"It's so well hidden. It seems that he is an important person," Martin muttered, and his fingers knocked down another URL on the keyboard.

All kinds of Secret Service data quickly gathered here, Martin quickly browsed the information, and many of the confidential contents made her gasp.

"What kind of person is Rick?" Martin thought to himself, "People in such a secret service must be very complicated. I hope he doesn't wear a mask of disguise in front of himself."

But Martin shook his head again and laughed at himself. "What is it worth him to disguise?"

After exhausted all means, he did not find any information related to Rick. Martin could not help but feel a little frustrated. She went back to bed, ready to close her eyes for a while.

The experience in the Everglades began to play in her mind like a slide. They successfully boarded the cruise ship in Tampa in Everglades City. Martin had mixed feelings when he met the surviving colleagues in the institute.

The sea breeze on the cruise ship blew away the boredom in everyone's mind. In the sea far away from the land, the impact of the disaster seems to be minimized. After they arrived in Houston, under the leadership of Dr. Martin, the projects interrupted by the Tampa Institute were restarted and soon got on the right track.

During this period, most of Martin's energy was focused on fighting with mysterious people. Rick, with the participation of the Internet War Department, effectively supplemented Martin's strength, and improved the tracking efficiency a lot. The final result was gratifying.

Martin, whose brain was in an empty state, began to feel sleepy. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in her head. She sat up from the bed and immediately felt no sleep.

Martin came to the computer again and began to enter the Skynet system of the United States. The search scope was no longer limited to the United States.

Through the face recognition function, she finally found some clues related to Rick on the Internet.

"Cai Wenyue, is this your name in China before?" Martin looked at the familiar face and the strange name on the screen and murmured.