The conference center was under layers of lockdown. Hundreds of eyes stared fixedly at the four words projected on the screen—or rather, at that string of English words.
Although most of them had no idea what had happened.
But after the various arrangements made over the past few days, they had already guessed that something might have happened to Lord Lin An.
They needed to find Lin An and rescue him!
Zhang Tie wished he could drill his eyes into the screen. Amid the deathly silence, he looked left and right, yet stubbornly could not make anything of it.
His anxiety had reached its peak. If he had not been afraid of disturbing Gao Tian, he would have loved to pry those words off the screen and stuff them into his stomach to see what Team Leader Lin was trying to say!
These four words could prove only that they had been sent by Team Leader Lin. What else could they prove!?
That Team Leader Lin was in North America!?
North America was so vast. Finding one person on an entire continent—especially Lin An, who was most likely hiding himself—was nearly impossible!
The difficulty was about the same as finding a grain of sand that was hiding itself in the desert!
Up in the sky, Deng Xiang, an electronic life-form, was practically burning his CPU to smoke!
"High Tian! Did Team Leader Lin hide some information in this word!? Morse Code!?"
Racking his limited reserves of knowledge, Zhang Tie could think of only this, even with the thinking speed of a Fourth Order existence. Intelligence and processing speed were not actually closely related. A calculator that computed incredibly fast could hardly be called intelligent.
Ignoring Zhang Tie, who was scratching his head in frustration, Gao Tian merely continued eliminating one