A cloud of black smoke rose from the lookout, and the bodies of the zombies were piled up and burned in front of the parking lot, while the bodies of the other convoy members were buried in the nearby forest. After a short break, the convoy was back on its way, with four trucks turning off the road leading to the lookout and back onto Route 9336.

After traveling a mile or so to the east, the convoy pulled off the road through Everglades Park on a flat area. Ahead was a wilderness area, and the truck was starting to jolt a little as it was moving. The dirt is far less solid than the concrete road, and where the trucks have passed, they have left deep wheel prints.

In the Everglades, as long as you bypass the relatively dense water network and stay away from the loose tidal flats, you can effectively ensure that the wheels do not get stuck in the mud. However, far from the road, no one is familiar with the road conditions, so the convoy is not moving very fast.

Fortunately, the weather has improved a lot compared with some time ago, these days are sunny and windy, although the temperature is a little hotter, but people's vision and mood will be much better on sunny days.

After the events of last night, Hill no longer concealed her relationship with Jason, and she let go of the baggage in her heart and felt a lot more relaxed.

Dr. Mario called Thompson and the other young men together and began to take the time on the road to teach them the simple basics of a research project.

Dr. Martin sat next to him with his back against the carriage and continued to fiddle with his laptop, the battle between her and the mysterious man lasted for a long time, most of the time it was a chase and an escape, the one who escaped was not weak, and the one who chased was not bold. The mystery man didn't intend to get too entangled with Martin, he tried to get out of Martin's chase again and again, and he also set up a lot of obstacles to stop Martin at some moments when he was being chased very closely.

It's a tough opponent that excites Martin, and although she loses time and time again in the chase, she's not discouraged. This battle is not only about the dignity of the hackers themselves, but also in the competition, Martin also discovers more and more information that surprises her.

Martin began to try to communicate directly with the mysterious man, but the other party ignored her, much to the annoyance of the female doctor with high self-esteem, and she frowned again in front of the computer screen.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dr. Mario saw Martin's expression, and he stopped what he was teaching and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Martin?" ”

"That guy ignored me," Dr. Martin said helplessly, spreading his hands, "and the current situation is that he can't catch up, and he doesn't pay attention to communicating with the other party with sincerity." ”

"I'd love to see what this guy really is," Martin sighed, "I hope it's not a big guy who picks his feet." ”

"Are there any new discoveries?" Martin's words made Mario laugh, "Can you tell if this guy is doing these things with good intentions or bad intentions?" ”

"As long as it's not politically motivated, I can assume he's well-intentioned." Martin thought for a moment and said, "Although science has no borders, scientists have their own homeland. ”

"The results of our research belong to ourselves and the motherland behind us, not for others to want," Martin looked up at Mario, "but this guy has taken so many things in our database, but he hasn't even left a thank you, and he has hid his identity from us, I'm afraid there is an ulterior secret behind it." ”

"I can't figure out who he is and what I'm trying to do, that's the most worrying thing," Mario nodded, "If that doesn't work, I think we'll have to report this to Warsanton." ”

"But we've always been unable to connect with Warsanton," Martin closed his notebook with some chagrin, "I don't know which damn bastard set this priority permission, if I ever find this guy, I'm going to have to transfer all the money in his account to charity." ”

"Martin, you...... Have you done this before? Martin's words made Mario a little curious.

"Of course, when Pafeld was only one step away from the richest man in the world, I was going to make a lunch reservation with him," Martin recalls the terrible experience, "and it is said that because of his slight bias against scientists, the stock god rejected my request outright and gave the opportunity to have lunch with a sanctimonious political hypocrite." ”

"And then?" Mario asked. The others next to him also came over curiously, listening intently as Martin recounted her previous gossip anecdotes.

"Doctor, is it true that it is said that you will pay millions of dollars to make a lunch reservation with this stock god?" Kim asked curiously.

"Of course, this guy is very good at using his fame to monetize," Martin nodded and continued, "and then I made a little move on hundreds of his accounts, causing him to lose tens of billions of dollars at once and fall out of the top three on the rich list." ”

Martin covered his mouth and began to laugh when he said this, "You should have seen the rest of the news, and since then, the amount of assets of this stock god has been shrinking, because I occasionally go to him to find a little trouble when I am in a bad mood." ”

An incident involving the world's richest man came out of Martin's mouth so lightly that no one present would doubt the truth of the matter, and everyone resonated in their hearts, that is, don't mess with women, especially women with special skills.

"Major, Warzenton has finally connected our line," an excited voice came over the intercom, and the news brought by this voice shook Jason's spirits. Just like a long drought and a rainy day, when almost everyone had no hope for connecting to Saintton, this satellite line was suddenly connected.

The convoy stopped on the road, and Jason jumped out of the truck like a fly, and he ran behind him, excitedly picking up the satellite phone in the bed of another truck.

"This is Commonton, please provide your identification." The voice in the microphone sounded like a natural sound to Jason's ears, and his hand holding the phone had begun to tremble slightly.

"This is the 53rd Infantry Brigade stationed in Florida, and I'm Major Jason," the major began to feed back their message to the other end of the phone, "My department was ordered to protect Dr. Mario and others from the Tampa Institute in Florida returning to Tampa from Washington Saintton, and the plane was ordered to turn to the secret base 04 in Miami due to the order on the way, and the contact with Tampa has been disconnected, and it is now moving from the base to Fort Myers as planned." ”

"Dr. Mario from the Tampa Institute? Are they still alive? Wait a minute, Major," the voice on the other end of the line stopped, and after a while another voice rang out, "Major, please let Dr. Mario speak." ”

"Okay, wait a minute, Dr. is in the truck ahead," Jason put down the phone and quickly ran back to bring Dr. Mario and Dr. Martin over.

"Hello, I'm Mario · Capeggi," the doctor picked up the phone and put it to his ear, some gray hair next to the microphone trembled slightly, the news Jason had just brought made him and Martin excited, fortunately, the doctor's qi cultivation kung fu was very well practiced, which would give people a sense of calm as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Please tell me the contact key for the institute, doctor," asked the other end of the phone, a new rule issued by Warsanton to the institutes after the disaster, and the so-called contact key is a string of codes that represent the identity of each institute.

"3383358," Mario reported the number that only he and a few people in the institute knew.

"Identified, Doctor," the voice on the other end of the line became much more relaxed, "I'm glad you didn't have any accidents, and we have good news for you." ”

"Oh?" Mario was stunned for a moment, "Good news? ”

"Yes, Doctor," the Warzenton operator continued, "quite a few people in the institute survived the zombie horde attack in Tampa, and they were transferred to a cruise ship in Tampa Bay. Since we haven't heard from you all this time, we're planning to arrange for them to go to Houston. Now is the right time, please tell me where you are. ”

"Major, where are we now?" Mario asked, turning his head towards the Major.

"Florida Everglades, 25°29'24.8 W longitude and 80°43'04.5 north latitude," Jason told Dr. Mario the direction of the convoy.

"Our plans coincide with yours, and we're heading to Fort Myers, where we're looking for a ship to New Orleans or Houston." Hearing the news of 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 were already moved to Houston a week ago." Mario didn't expect a good news on the other end of the phone to give him bad news, "The research institute in New Orleans, like your Tampa research institute, is now in ruins. ”

The news silenced Mario for a moment, and Martin, who was beside him, tapped him on the shoulder, signaling that he had something to report to Warzenton.

"My colleague Martin has news for you," Mario said, handing the phone to Martin.

"I'm Martin Linda of the Tampa Institute, and I'm asking to be connected to Your Excellency the President," Martin said straight to the point, taking the phone, "and it's a very important matter for the President to make his own decision." ”

"Ma'am, our time is precious, I hope you understand," said the voice on the other end of the phone, "You can report this important matter directly to me, I am Minister of Public Services Price, and then I will consider whether I need to convey it to His Excellency the President." ”

"Mr. Minister, it is precisely because time is precious, that I do not want to waste time with you," Martin did not give the minister any face, and the female doctor was most disgusted by the procrastinating processes and low efficiency among bureaucrats. She had already assessed this matter in her heart, and only the president could make a decision on this matter.