"At last you caught you, little fox," Martin took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“Rick, I need your people to assemble right away,” Martin picked up the phone and dialed Rick’s office.

"Oh?"What happened?”Rick picked up the phone and heard a slightly hurried voice from Martin inside, his brows wrinkled slightly.

"I caught the mysterious person, but now I need your help, and I can't do it alone in the final accurate positioning."Martin said, "We'll see you in the big conference room in five minutes, and let everyone bring their own computers."

It was the second week after Jason led the convoy to Houston, and Mario had brought the survivors of the Tampa Institute together to re-engage in a previously interrupted research project.Rick and the members of the Nets team had landed on the institute’s grounds last weekend, and after meeting with Martin, they began a hunt for the mysterious man.

Martin was already sitting in the big conference room, and as she watched Rick hurry up, they got up and said hello to him.

“Dr. Martin, I hope we can make a sound this time,” Rick said, motioning the Cyberhead to start sitting.

"My long story is short, the activities of the mysterious man are very frequent these days, and I have screened out several of the more than a hundred coordinates he left behind.I'm sure he's in a place right here."Martin projected the laptop’s screen onto the wall in front of the conference room, showing the above lines of numbers in front of everyone.

“Doctor, I’m presuming to ask, what’s your basis?”A cyber engineer asked.

"I followed him for almost two months, and as long as he was a living man, he would have his own habits."Martin explains, “It’s better to be exposed to your habits, sooner or later, no matter how well he hides it.”

"These coordinates need to help me to track at the same time," Martin pointed to the laser pointer to the wall of the image, "the mysterious person is no longer powerful, can not deal with all of us at the same time, so in addition to the coordinates he personally deal with the tracking, several other coordinates will only be prepared by the program he wrote to respond."By comparing the characteristics tracked by each coordinate, I am sure that his real nest will be found.”

“Is it that simple?”Rick asked, talking.

“It’s as simple as that.”Martin nodded, "The basis of the program is 0 and 1, and the disorganized thread is only one thread, I have taken two months to peel the cocoon, and now this mysterious person will never think of a team behind me."He can do it better than me personally, but in the face of our whole team, he has no chance of winning."

“Well,” Rick nodded, “how long do we need to get results?”

"No later than today," said Martin, "what are you going to do next after you lock his position?"

“The next step is for us on the Secret Service,” Rick says. “Your follow-up will only need to keep the mystery on the web.”

“The Secret Service?“Aren’t you part of the network?”Martin asked in surprise.

“No, they’re the cyber,” Rick said, pointing to a few other engineers.

“The Secret Service I remember belonged to the Treasury, didn’t it?”Martin thought about it.

“Once, in 2003, we were transferred to the Department of Homeland Security,” Rick smiled. “My current leadership is Kelly, the four-star general of the United States.”

...

In the Liu Yin Hotel on the shore of West Lake, Zhao Kang's eyebrows frowned together, and his fingers beat rapidly on the keyboard.A string of instructions on the screen was entered by him, and it was dazzlingly fast.

"The server is under an alarm, what's going on?"Yuan Fang poked his head from behind a pile of equipment on his desk and asked Zhao Kang.

"Help me find a way to keep it stable, and explain it 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 somewhat alert, and he rarely had such problems before he set up the server here.

"No, well, it seems that the veteran must come out," Zhao Kang sighed, "I feel like I'm being watched by several teachers at the same time."

...

“Doctor, are the data compared?”Rick had already renewed his three cups of coffee, and he helped Martin with a cup past and put it on her computer.

“The coordinates of the Eastern Hemisphere!”Martin said excitedly.

“The Eastern Hemisphere?”Rick's heart was not surprised, and the hand with the coffee shook carefully.

“It’s China, it’s a huge thing.”Martin’s eyes lit up, and the look on her face swept away for days’ weariness, as if radiant.

“Hua Guo . . .,” Rick’s heart twitched, and he quickly lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, trying to hide his lack ofness for an instant.

After entering the coordinates on the satellite map, the map starts to zoom in, and the last red mark stays on the hotel next to a lake.

"West Lake, Liu Yin Hotel."Rick stared at the map on the screen and muttered, “This is a scenic spot in China, can we get it wrong?”

"There can be no mistake," said Martin categorically, "and be sure to believe in the results of our efforts."

"Okay, I'll contact you."Recognizing the importance of the result, Rick also came to the outside of the conference room, pulled out a custom phone with a satellite phone function, and dialed the only number above.

“Rick, tell me good news or bad news,” said Kelly’s voice on the other end of the phone.

"Your excellency, it's good news that Dr. Martin has found the exact location of the mysterious man," said Rick. "The other party is a Chinese man, and it's a little tricky in the city of Linzhou."

"Hua Guo," Kelly staggered, and then laughed, "it seems that the conventional means cannot be used this time, and you have to find a few people who do dirty work."

“Yes, sir.”Rick nodded his head.

"You go ahead, there's our people over there, find some of the nearest ones to do," Kelly knocked at the table in front of him, and thought and said, "Let the sankmons go, and I'm not too sure of the others."

"Well, monsieur," said Rick's heart, as he glanced into the large conference room, "if the peregrine is given to us?"

“All promised him,” Kelly said, closing the smile on her face and replacing it with the fortitude of a veteran.

Back in the conference room, Martin was drinking coffee, and she saw Rick coming in through the door and walking toward him.

“Have you talked to your superior?”Martin asked.

“Yes, this guy can’t escape now,” Rick nodded with a smile.

"You're not going to use intercontinental missiles," Martin asked, looking doubtfully at Rick, China and the United States, one in the Eastern Hemisphere, one in the Western Hemisphere, and now that the disaster befell and the whole world was dead, she couldn't think of how Rick would deal with an enemy far off the other side of the globe.

“The missiles used to be used, but now it’s different, and the lion of China has woken up,” Rick thought, “Are you interested in our work?”

"It doesn't matter if you don't talk," Martin took a sip of coffee and put the disc's hair down behind his head, "this time thanks to your help, everyone can catch this mysterious person, how about you have a meal in the evening?" 」

"I don't seem to reject the word in my dictionary," Rick laughed, revealing a good-looking white tooth.

Back in his office, Martin lay in bed for a while, and when the dust settled, the exhaustion began to strike at her.

Martin stared at the ceiling, his eyes beginning to become fluttering, and a figure appeared before his eyes.Martin blinked and began to take some interest in him.

With an idea in his head, his body naturally couldn't sleep, and Martin got up from the bed, came to the computer, began to enter the Department of Homeland Security's website, and then entered a string of instructions at the end of the URL, and the screen immediately jumped to another page.

“Wilbur Kelly, White House chief of staff, served in the Marine Corps, served as commander of Southern Command, served as general, secretary of the U.S. Department of Homeland Security in January 2012, and son George Kelly was killed in Afghanistan in 2010,” Martin looked at the top of the white-haired old man’s resume and continued to turn down.

Kelly is not interested in Martin, the general has appeared on television before, and many of the films have his prototype role.

Martin searched the computer for the person she wanted to know, and for half a day he didn’t see any information about him.

“It’s so well hidden, it looks like an important person,” Martin muttered, his fingers tapping another URL on the keyboard.

The various Secret Service materials quickly gathered here for Martin, who quickly browsed through the information, and there was a lot of confidential content in it that made her talk.

“What kind of person is Rick?”Martin thought to himself, "In such a secret service, the people in such a secret service must be very not simple, I hope he did not wear a mask of disguise in front of him."

But Martin shook his head again, and laughed at himself, "What's worth it for him to pretend to cheat."

With no means of finding information about Rick, Martin couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, and she lay back on her bed again, ready to close her eyes for a while.

Experiences in the Everglades began to play out in her mind like a slideshow, and they successfully boarded the Tampa cruise ship in the Everglades.When he met the surviving colleagues at the institute, Martin felt at a close.

The sea breeze on the cruise ship has swept away the boredom in everyone's heart, and in the sea far from the land, the impact of the disaster seems to have been minimized.After arriving in Houston, under the leadership of Dr. Mario, the project interrupted by the Tampa Institute was restarted again and was quickly on track.

During this time, most of Martin's energy was on the hands of the mysterious people, and Rick joined the network department, effectively supplementing Martin's strength, so that the efficiency of tracking was also improved a lot, and the final result was gratifying.

Martin, whose brain was in a state of lethalation, gradually became sleepy, and suddenly the light in her head flashed, and she sat up from the bed, suddenly asleep.

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

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

“Is this your name in China before?”Martin looked at the familiar face and unfamiliar name on the screen and muttered.