Just north of Havana, the capital of Cuba, and southwest of Miami, the United States, the two cities are located in the middle of the sea, 110 meters underwater. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Duan Yun supported a hood made of strange powers, and carried Mark Damon's body into the sea. This is the last undiscovered sea area described in his report.

In front of the two of them, the Dripkins lay silently at the bottom of the sea, with polyps and barnacles as companions.

The boat is quiet, quieter than the underwater world. The disintegrated body looks like a cake falling on the kitchen tiles, spread out in a piece, but the prototype is faintly visible.

The light here is intense, coming from the special power of the Savior. Duan Yun himself didn't know how to manipulate the light, but he just could, and his wish came true to illuminate the bottom of the sea as bright as a summer beach. The surrounding fish didn't seem to be used to such a strong light, and they all hid timidly.

Mark Damon was so moved that he was speechless. He took off his ugly glasses, and wept as he twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to even cry.

As a treasure hunter, when he was young, he used money as a driving force for his family and newborn children to start looking for this gold-laden merchant ship of Dijin.

Ten years later, he is forty years old, divorced for two years, and unemployed for almost a year. If he didn't have that dedication to treasure hunting, he wouldn't have developed an anxious and inferior personality after repeated failures, he wouldn't have been angry with his wife who persuaded him to stop, and he wouldn't have the miserable situation he is in today.

"It's all over." Duan Yun looked at his expression and said what was in his heart for him. "Let's dig for gold!"

Mark pursed his lips vigorously and nodded vigorously. He cares more about the ten years he has spent as a treasure hunter than about the trajectory of his life that has changed because of it. The dollar is important, but it can't match the affirmation of his life with these heavy metal and dripping gold wreckage.

Time is not wasted.

Grabbing the dirty gold nuggets that had become heavier underwater, Duan Yun's entire mission to the United States was over. The bomber was found before he could take Mark Damon into the water.

At 10:15 BJ time, in a residential building in a northern city, the fourth explosion appeared.

Duan Yun, who confirmed this, rewinded time, and then re-summoned the doomsday to come, and used his supreme supernatural power to find the bomb that had been transformed from a pressure cooker. Touching the object, he teleported, and he came to the location of the bomber, near a small hotel in the city.

There's really not much to say about the bomber, a madman. Because of his work experience, he has gained some knowledge of explosives making and counter-reconnaissance, as well as some hacking skills, and he is indeed a talent.

This bombardier has been in love with the band Tombstone for a long time, and he claims to be the number one fan on the Internet. He originally just wanted to blow up a blow to vent his anger, but he saw some fans praising the bomber's posts and remarks on the Internet, and felt that his actions were affirmed. With the encouragement of these netizens, bomb cases appeared one after another.

Duan Yun asked for this person's ID number, asked for his address and work unit, and after remembering it in his heart, he told Ren Ruoruo in the normal world all about the location and time of the explosion.

When Miss Ren got the news, it was exactly ten o'clock, and it was only fifteen minutes before the explosion. Fortunately, her family is big, and the employees of her own company travel all over the world, and there are acquaintances in every city.

She asked an executive in the city to talk about the project to inform the media, rather than the police, that it was more efficient to evacuate most of the residents of the blast before the explosion.

Then there's the work of the police. With all the information on the bomber, there is almost no possibility that he will not be caught.

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Duan Yun has been a savior for so many years, but he hasn't really saved many lives. On this trip to the United States, only two hours have passed in the normal world, and he himself is already tired and tired.

Returning to Miami with Mark Damon, the apocalypse continues, which happens to be the same contagion apocalypse that occurred on the day of the rescue of Ning Mai.

Duan Yun grabbed the map that marked the location of the shipwreck and asked Mark in front of him about the cost of salvage.

"How much does it cost to invest upfront?" When will the first batch of gold be fished out? How long does it take to liquidate? ”

Mark looked out the window at the burning cars, the streets, and the reddened night, desperate.

"There's no point in talking about investing in this apocalyptic world."

For Duan Yun and his magical power, Mark, who is in this apocalyptic world, has no idea at all, and only knows that this guy is very unscientific. Duan Yun had explained once before, so he didn't bother to explain the second time, and he didn't care if the other party could understand it.

"These are all hallucinations, you just pretend you can't see." He said, "Give me the answer first." Based on your experience, what is the cost of money and time to salvage the Dijin? ”

Mark Damon succumbed to the obscenity of the savior in front of him, pinched his chin and thought for a moment.

"Hmm...... Probably half a million dollars is enough, including ships, equipment, and manpower. After all, it's just around Miami, and the cost won't be too high. If it was just a ship, the salvage could go on for an entire year. There is no need to worry about follow-up funds, you only need to catch the first piece of gold, and you can easily apply for a bank loan. We can even charge the wealthy who have nothing to do and offer treasure salvage as a recreational activity. ”

"A treasure hunt-themed salvage adventure?" It's the first time Duan Yun has heard of this kind of thing, "Good idea, worthy of being an indigenous person in a capitalist country, I can't think of it." ”

Mark shrugged and said that this kind of thing was not uncommon, "And who wouldn't want to see a batch of seventeenth-century treasures come to light in person?" It's still worth spending a little money to experience it, this experience can blow with people for a lifetime, and rich people need this. ”

The two chatted casually about the details of the salvage, until the earth in the middle of the apocalypse shook violently, interrupting their conversation.

"Alright, it's time for me to go." Duan Yun glanced at his phone, it was already ten o'clock in the evening in the United States, and he was still on his way to Beverly Hills in the normal world, eight o'clock in the evening. There is only one last block left until the destination.

After tossing for such a long time, the savior was a little tired, and planned to sleep well in the hotel first. The bomb catcher job is over, and tomorrow is the time for a carefree vacation. This state of having money and leisure is the first time in life that it cannot be wasted.

Turning the clock around, the Savior returns to Mark Damon's car, where he is chatting about interesting things he encounters while salvaging treasure.

Duan Yun listened to it without a match, enjoying the noisy atmosphere of the foreign city, which was a very good feeling. Suddenly, a strong sense of disobedience came to his face, which made him feel a little chill down his spine in the wilderness in the summer. He felt as if he had overlooked something, something very important, something so important that it was something terrifying......

"Shut up, Mark, let me be quiet for a few seconds, please."

As a savior, fear was something that was almost non-existent in his heart. Duan Yun would be scared, such as Mark Damon, who didn't look at the road when driving, but he definitely wouldn't be afraid, at least that's what he thought before.

At this moment, he was sure that he had missed a detail, something that would cause a huge riot...... In search of answers, he tried to recall everything that had happened today, starting with a few security checks, to telephone poles, fiber optic cables, several dials and turns, bombers, rescuing residents, the bottom of the sea, chatting, ......

"That's right, I figured it out!" Duan Yun's expression instantly became gloomy, "How could there be a earth tremor in the apocalypse of infection?!! When pigs fly! "The shock that interrupted his conversation with Mark was not the work of the Terror King, the contagion apocalypse only kills humans.

"In other words......" Duan Yun gritted his teeth, and the answer was about to come out. It's a big earthquake......"

Los Angeles was going to have an earthquake, and it was huge, two hours later......