Because, this three-dimensional model map does reveal the exact location of the three Mayan underground bases.

And the reason why she wants to shout "lucky" is because this three-dimensional model map only marks the three bases, and the others, such as the connecting passages, and the shelters in New York's Holy of Holies prepared by Maya, Wall Street, Battery Park, etc., are not shown, and at the same time, the three bases are also incomplete, such as the layers of the Crystal Palace are all marked incorrectly, such as the riverside park and the base under 12th Avenue are obviously large and spacious, but the three-dimensional graphics in front of Bolívar are very small.

Obviously, Bolívar's methods were far less shocking than Maya thought, and of course, President Maya didn't know that the strange pulse fluctuations of the satellite launch that she sensed last time had nothing to do with Bolívar.

In the same way, if she saw the three-dimensional topographic map in front of Bolívar, she understood that there was a third party interfering in the matter of mutants.

It's a pity that President Maya is not omniscient and omnipotent, and he can't take all the information he got from movies and television in his previous life seriously, for example, who knows Bolivar's current commotion?

Well, the topic shifts back.

After carefully reading the three-dimensional map of the "Payne" underground base, Bolívar pushed his glasses and slid his fingers on the pages with a serious expression, and a line of handwriting appeared above the scroll.

"Find a place to stay in Midtown Manhattan, close to Hudson Riverside Park, keep an eye on the mutants after you lurk, remember, don't worry about a single mutant coming and out, and notify me as soon as there is a large-scale mutant transfer."

After the unsightly figure disappeared, Bolívar turned the page again, only this time it was a full-color, high-definition picture, showing a gray-haired American general, his military uniform with medals on his chest, especially the five silver five-pointed stars in a ring on the epaulettes, showing his identity - a living five-star general.

I saw the five-star general muttering with displeasure on his face: "This kind of contact method again?" Alas, how many times have I said it, you have to believe in science, don't fix all this Shinto stuff. I'm a military-specific communication line, or is that little guy Reed specially prepared for the old man, safe...... Well, you're still a young scientist, and you're not as enlightened as an old man like me. ”

Of course, there is no sound in these words, they are all displayed in the form of words under the scroll.

Bolívar in the office was not angry when he saw these words, but when he saw the words "young scientist", he showed a look of remembrance.

"Greetings, Dear Hamilton Five-Star General! I may still be a little guy in your eyes, hehehe, I'm really 'small'. ”

After laughing at himself, Bolívar moved his fingers and continued, "But now I'm also an old man in my fifties. ”

"You're an old man, so what am I? An old monster that doesn't die? General Hamilton feigned anger.

Looking at the text under the scroll, and then looking at the expression of the old general on the scroll, Bolívar, who had been reading a book seriously, couldn't help but smile slightly.

Uh, when watching Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams", it's really weird to have a smile that appears, well, it's also lewd.

But Bolívar was deep in thought, his smile was fleeting, and his right index finger slid down.

"General, it's not that I'm superstitious about mystical powers... The secret link with you is not based on witchcraft, but on real science. This is a biophotonic communicator made from the bones of countless mutants with strange abilities, and is completely in line with scientific theories. And you also know that as long as there is an electronic device, it is possible to be spied on, especially if we are dealing with people with extraordinary abilities, or possible aliens, even if you are not too careful. Ridrichards is a good fellow, worth cultivating, and I'm old, and the future of America depends on them, but he's still too young to be trained! ”

"Are you sure it's an alien?"

The old general's expression also became serious.

"The last spaceship wreckage incident has been confirmed with a ninety-nine percent probability that it is related to aliens. Some people observed the wreckage of the spaceship, and some people, including NASA, observed a meteorite, which is still on the surface of the moon, and it seems to be another oolong suspected of an extraterrestrial event. It's a pity that this thing was done too obviously, and although the two groups of people observed different results, it made me find a very big flaw... At 1:35:25 a.m., this is the cut-off point, and before that, the spacecraft is observed, and after that, the meteorite is observed. Alas, the time was too short at that time, only a few folk astronomy enthusiasts were observing that direction, and they happened to see the wreckage, and without big data comparative analysis, even I couldn't be sure that it was the wreckage of the spaceship. However, as the saying goes, everything is foreseen, and I am only preparing for the worst."

Lines of writing continue to appear above the scroll.

"It's not scary to just have the wreckage of a spaceship, it's scary that someone is hiding it... Whether it is extraterrestrial space or public opinion on the earth, there is a force that wants to cover up this matter, and it is obvious that this is not what the government and the military did... This is also what worries me the most. ”

The old general nodded and sighed: "You are right, and what you did is also right, it was really a wise decision to choose you back then." ”

"I'm also grateful for your support for me for so long."

The eyes behind the lenses emitted a chilling glow, and Bolívar's index finger continued to move.

"I'll take care of the aliens, don't worry, the earth is not an ordinary primary civilization planet, and there are really unspeakable disasters...... We can at least bite off a piece of their flesh, even if that piece of meat may come from the dirty soles of the feet. ”

"Okay, I'm still relieved that you can do something, but it's a pity for Howard!"

After sighing, the old general asked unwillingly, "Can't you really think about him?" ”

Bolívar did not answer him directly, but asked, "What happened to the results?" It seems that they are all right? ”

The five-star general Hamilton was not angry, just nodded and said, "Since you suspected that Howard and Clinton were replaced, I have secretly enforced Quarantine Regulation No. 7... Hair, blood, saliva, and spinal fluid, all of which showed that there was no genetic problem with both of them. At the same time, 3000 small memory fragments are statistically compared, Howard's match rate is 99.8%, and Clinton's matching rate has also reached 98.4%. In the third step, after secret surveillance, 1,800 samples of life habits and daily actions, Howard's match rate was 99.99%, and Clinton's was also 98.89%, both exceeding the standard line of 95%...... They almost ruled out the possibility of being replaced, which is why I recommend Howard to you for our '1993 Defenders Project'. 166 Reading Network