"Toot! Honk! Honk! ”

The sound of fingers flicking the desktop was unusually loud in this silent hall, Yan Hongchang stared at the electronic clock next to him, and gently buckled the desktop with the beating of the seconds on it.

"Finally, how prepared are all the aspects?"

"Ready!"

Ling Ya replied, silently looking at the remaining 5-minute countdown on the big screen in front of her.

The atmosphere, increasingly tense, permeated the silent war room.

On the 28th of each month, from 5 a.m. to 3 p.m., it is the most tense time for the wings group, whether it is Yan Hongchang or the rest of the group......

The end is gradually coming, and the last five-minute countdown is slowly bottlenecking.

"Positioning! Build a newsletter! Emergency teams are ready! ”

"No location information for the dialect was found, and communication with him could not be established!" The staff member in front replied, fingers constantly pressing the keyboard.

Yan Hongchang listened, also stood up, walked to Ling Ya's side, and quietly looked at the positioning map on the screen.

5 minutes ......

10 minutes ......

Half an hour......

"Can't locate, can't communicate!" The staff turned back.

"Keep waiting, and in 6 hours, let me know the results." Yan Hongchang said, pressed his temples, then turned around and sat back on the chair, supporting his forehead with both hands.

There was no location information, no external communication connections, and the entire hall was left with the sound of constant keystrokes.

Time passed slowly, and Yan Hongchang's heart began to become heavier and heavier.

For them in the main plane, once this happens, it means that there must be an unknown danger in the dialect.

Either life or death, 50 percent each!

There is also a possibility of survival, but it cannot be located, which means that Fang Yan no longer has any materials brought over from the main space, because the locator is placed in it.

At the same time, the inability to establish communication also means that he has arrived in an inaccessible or almost unconnected place, the Amazon primeval forest, the African savannah, the desert......

And if you die......

Yan Hongchang shook his head, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

For those who have reached their status, the greatest significance of the existence of dialect time travel is not only the various technological products brought back from the future, but also the information he brings back......

Whether the dialect dies in the past or in the future, for them, they have lost a means of watching what the future holds.

And more importantly, they can't predict the future, and if the dialect dies in the future, then the future disaster cannot be avoided, Resident Evil, the Mechanical Age, or even worse, more terrifying disasters.

Although in the end, there is a minimum possibility that has been analyzed, that is, the time travel rules of the dialect have changed, more than ten days, but the probability of this happening is too small......

"Chief, still no result."

Ling Ya turned back to Yan Hongchang and said, at the same time, the clock slowly moved to 9 o'clock in the evening.

"Face comparison for investigation, do your best to do what you can, don't give up."

Yan Hongchang sighed, said slowly but firmly, and then got up from his chair and walked into his office.

The dinner next to it was untouched......

……

"Wow! Phew! Phew! ”

Twelve thousand kilometers away from the base of the wing-spreading group, a seabird stood on a rock, let out a strange call, and its small eyes fixed on a figure on the beach in the distance.

"...... Uproar"

The sea slammed tirelessly against the sand, striking the figure before retreating weakly......

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

A cough sounded suddenly, and the figure's back began to twitch involuntarily, and a trail of water, mixed with a little scarlet color, slowly flowed down the corner of the figure's mouth.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

With the sound of constant coughing, his eyelids began to shake slightly, slowly, the amplitude became larger and larger, until finally, it was slowly opened, with a sense of confusion, a kind of powerlessness.

Where am I?

He thought about it, coughed a few more times, and was about to pat it with his right hand, but gasped.

"Wow! Phew! ”

There was a cry, and the seabird looked at the awake figure in front of him, stroked his head with his wings, and finally flapped his wings and flew into the distance.

"I am, tongues!"

He muttered softly in a daze, and through the pain, the whole person slowly woke up, his eyes gradually brightened, and the original trace of hesitation and confusion disappeared in an instant.

The sea breeze blew gently, and only a shadow was left of the seabirds in the distance, and the sea in front of them was as boundless as ever......

"I'm not dead......"

Fang Yan rolled over with difficulty, lay down on the beach, and muttered softly as he looked at the bright sun in the sky.

The sea water, still stretching upwards along the beach, hit him, bringing a coolness, and then slowly contracting.

Thoughts returned to his mind, and the feeling of weakness and pain also came along his limbs, his right arm was already paralyzed to the side, showing an irregular situation, and at the same time, there was also a heart-piercing pain in his left leg, Fang Yan looked up with difficulty, and then hung down weakly.

His left leg and right arm had been fractured, multiple soft tissue injuries were injured all over his body, and the feeling of hunger and thirst came from his body, Fang Yan knew that he must have returned, but he didn't know that he had been thrown to that small island in the Atlantic.

But fortunately, there is no paralysis......

He thought, and a shallow smile moved into the corner of his mouth, glad that he had survived the disaster.

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

Fang Yan patted his chest with his still movable left hand, and after a violent cough, he touched the corner of his mouth and stretched it out to his eyes, the scarlet was so dazzling in the sun.

Internal injuries, external injuries, hunger and cold......

Fang Yan shook his head, ignoring the pain from his body, flipped his body again, looked at the beach in the distance, and dragged his body up with his left hand.

Sweat kept coming out of his forehead, his face was red, his lips had been bitten, and the pain kept coming......

But in his eyes at the moment, there is only stubbornness, firmness, and that fierceness.

Little Japan didn't kill me, mechanical reptiles didn't kill me, biochemical viruses didn't kill me, and even the monstrous waves that sank Atlantis didn't kill me!

So what reason do I have to give up!