A thick black smoke rose from the stands, and the bodies of the dead were piled up in front of the parking lot and burned in place, while the bodies of the other convoy members were buried in the forest next to them.After a short rest, the convoy re-disted on the journey, and four trucks were turned out from the road leading to the Observatory and re-on Route 9336.

After traveling about a mile to the east, the convoy set off the road across the Everglades Park on a flat patch.A wilderness area ahead, the truck began to jolt as it drove.The soil is far from the cement road solid, and the truck has passed, leaving a deep wheel mark.

In the Everglaser, as long as the relatively dense water network is bypassed and away from the loose beach, it can effectively ensure that the wheels will not fall into the quagmire.However, far from the road, no one is familiar with the road conditions here, so the speed of the convoy is not very fast.

Fortunately, the weather has a lot of improvement over the previous time, these days are the wind and the sun and the sun are high, although the temperature is hotter, but the vision and mood of people on sunny days will be much better.

After the events of last night, Hill no longer conceals her relationship with Jason, she put down the burden of her heart and relaxes her heart a lot.

Dr. Mario called Thompson and several of their young men together and began to work hard on the road to teach them the simple basics of the research project.

Dr. Martin sat by the side with his back to the carriage and continued to fiss with his laptop, and the battle between her and the mysterious man lasted a long time, most of the time it was a chase for an escape, the person who ran away was not weak, and the person who was chasing was not a bold man.The mysterious man did not intend to entangle Martin too much, he tried again and again to get rid of Martin's pursuit, and at some of the tight moments, he also set up a lot of obstacles to stop Martin.

This strong opponent excited Martin, although she lost again and again in the chase, but not discouraged.This contest is not only about the dignity of the hackers themselves, but also found more and more information that surprised her.

Martin began to try to communicate directly with the mysterious person, but the other party has not paid attention to her, which makes the woman with strong self-esteem very angry, and she frowns in front of the computer screen.

The afterglow in the corner of Dr. Mario’s eye saw Martin’s look, and he stopped what was being taught, asking with concern, “What’s the matter, Martin?”

"The fellow ignored me," said Dr. Martin, stalling, helplessly, "and now the situation is that it can't be pursued and caught up, and to communicate with each other in good faith."

"I really want to see the man's face," said Martin, "I hope it's not a big man."

“Is there any new discovery?”Martin’s words made Mario laugh, “Can you feel this guy doing this with kindness or malice?”

“As long as it is not for political purposes, I can think of him as well-intentioned.”Martin thought about it and said, "Science has no borders, but scientists have their own country."

“Our scientific research is all our own and the motherland behind us, and not the other people can ask for it,” Martin looked up at Mario, “but this guy took so many things in our database, but he didn’t even say a word of thanks, and he hid his identity to death so that he wouldn’t let us know.

"It's most worrying to be confused about his identity and purpose," Mario nodded. "If it doesn't work, I think we're going to report it to Washingtonn."

"But we've always had no way to go online with Washington," Martin closed his notebook with some chagrin, "and I don't know which bastard set the damn priority, and if I find this guy, I'll have to transfer all the money in his account to charity."

“Martin, have you done this before?”Martin’s words made Mario a little curious.

“Of course, when Pafred was one step away from the position of the richest man in the world, I was going to ask him for a lunch,” Martin recalled of the tumultuous experience. “It is said that because of a slight prejudice against scientists, the 股 skator directly refused my request, and gave a good political hypocrite to a decent political hypocrite.”

“And then what?”Mario asked.The others next to him also came up curiously and listened intently to Martin’s previous gossip anecdote.

“Doctor, it’s true that it’s said to pay millions of dollars to make an appointment for a lunch with this pedestal god?”Kim asked curiously.

“Of course, this guy is very good at using his reputation to monetize,” Martin continued, “and then I moved a little bit on his hundreds of heads, and he lost tens of billions of dollars at once, and fell out of the top three directly on the rich list.”

Martin said that he was laughing, "You should have seen the next thing in the news, and since then, the number of assets of this stock god has been shrinking, because I occasionally go to him when I feel bad and get him a little trouble."

An incident involving the world's top rich was so understated from Martin's mouth, no one among the people present doubted the authenticity of the matter, and everyone had a resonance in their hearts, that is, don't provoke women, especially women with great skills.

“Major, the Wharton side is finally connected to our line,” came a excited voice from the intercom, which brought the news to Jason’s spirit.Like the long drought, when almost everyone is not expecting any hope on the connection, this satellite line is suddenly connected.

The convoy stopped on the road, Jason flew down the truck, and he ran back and took the satellite phone in excitement in the carriage of another truck.

"This is Wassamton, please provide your identity."The voice in the microphone sounded like the sound of heaven in Jason’s ears, and his hand holding the phone began to tremble slightly.

“This is the 53rd Infantry Brigade in Florida, and I am Major Jason,” the major began by giving feedback to them at the other end of the phone. “My Ministry was ordered to protect Dr. Mario of the Tampa Institute in Florida and others from Washington, D.C., to return to Tampa, and the aircraft was being transferred from the base to Fort Myers due to an order mid-way to Miami Secret Base 04.”

“Dr. Mario of the Tampa Institute?”Are they still alive?“Wait a minute, Major,” the voice on the other end of the phone stopped, and a moment later changed the voice of another, “Major, please let Dr. Mario speak.”

“Okay, wait a minute, Dr. in the truck in front,” Jason put down the phone and quickly ran back to bring Dr. Mario and Dr. Martin over.

"Hello, I'm Mario Capeghi," said the Doctor, picking up the phone and putting it in his ear, the mic next to the mic was a little jittery, and Jason's just-breasted the news that both he and Martin were thrilled, so that the doctor's training was good, which would give him a pleasant feeling.

“Please tell me about the institute’s contact key, Ph.D.,” the other side of the phone call, which was a new rule issued to the institutes by the Washingtonian side after the disaster, and the so-called contact key is a string of encodings that represent the identity of each institute.

"3383358," Mario reported the string of numbers known only to him and the few in the Institute.

"Identification, Doctor," said the voice on the other end of the phone, "I'm glad you didn't have any surprises, and we have some good news for you."

“Oh?”Mario paused, “Good news?”

“Yes, Dr.,” continued the Wharton wiring officer, “there were a lot of people at the Institute who survived the attack on the zombie group, and they were transferred to a cruise ship in Tampa Bay.With no news of you, we are planning to arrange for them to go to Houston.Now, please tell me your location."

“Major, where are we now?”Mario turned to the major and asked.

“Florida Everglades, longitude 25°29’24.8” latitude 80°43’04.5 north,” Jason reported the team’s location to Dr. Mario.

"Our plans are working with you, and we're heading to Fort Myers, where we're looking for a boat to New Orleans or Houston."Hearing the news from the Tampa Institute and knowing that many of his colleagues had survived, Mario finally had a smile on his face.

“You can’t go to New Orleans, where the survivors of the Institute moved to Houston a week ago.”Mario didn't expect a good news from the phone and gave him bad news, "The New Orleans Institute, like your Tampa Institute, is now in ruins."

The news silenced Mario, and Martin patted him on the shoulder, signaling that something was going to give to Washingtonn.

“My colleague Martin has news to tell you,” Mario said, handing the phone into Martin’s hand.

“I’m Martin Linda of the Tampa Institute, and I’m asking to connect with your Excellency the President,” Martin said, “and this matter is so important that the president has to decide.”

“We are very valuable, madam, and I hope you understand,” said the voice at the other end of the phone. “You can report this important matter directly to me, I am General Secretary Price, and then I will consider whether it needs to be conveyed to the President.”

"Mr. Minister, it is because time is precious that I do not want to waste time with you," Martin did not give the minister, and the female doctor's most disgusting thing was the process and the low efficiency of the bureaucracy.She had already assessed the matter in her mind that only the president could decide.