Nathalie Quinlan went in and saw the technician sitting in front of the computer with a blank expression, staring at the screen, clearly making no progress.
She walked over, calmly spoke: "Let take a look."
The technician was still fumbling around trying to figure out how to locate, turned around and saw a very young girl standing behind him, Jeremiah Bonette and his team also entered.
He paused for a mont, then looked towards Jeremiah Bonette: "Mr., Mr. Bonette?"
What’s going on with the outsiders, how can they let anyone in?
Even a girl was let in!
What is this, it’s not a marketplace!
Mr. Radcliff swiftly walked over, bypassed Jeremiah Bonette and directly urged the technician: "Make way for Ms. Quinlan, let her take a look."
"?" The technician was montarily suspicious that he heard wrong.
He looked at Nathalie Quinlan again.
No matter how you look at the girl, she doesn’t seem very old, wearing a duckbill cap, making it hard to see her face clearly, but she looked quite ordinary, nothing special about her.
Carn Radcliff was more impatient than anyone, urging him again: "What are you doing, daydreaming. Make way and let Ms. Quinlan try."
Carn Radcliff was famously hot-tempered in the team, always straightforward with everyone.
Only Jeremiah Bonette could usually restrain him.
But when it cos to serious matters, Carn Radcliff was always impartial, rarely giving anyone face.
He wasn’t even this respectful to Jeremiah Bonette, suddenly revering an ordinary girl as if she’s a deity, leaving several technicians puzzled, unable to understand the situation before them.
The technician urged by him made way but wasn’t keen on letting Nathalie Quinlan touch his computer: "I have code on my computer, don’t ss around."
Nathalie Quinlan ignored him, pulled out a chair to sit down, and took out a small tablet from her single shoulder bag, no one knew how she did it.
That small tablet transford into a small laptop in her hands within monts, she connected to Wi-Fi, her slender hand typed out several code symbols on the editor...
In no ti, Sablehaven’s map appeared on her computer, green lines like a dense net enveloped the entire Sablehaven.
The technician behind her was stunned by Nathalie Quinlan’s operation skills.
He didn’t have ti to speak.
The girl adjusted her cap, hands on the keyboard, her brows and eyes were quite delicate, raised her head, and asked: "Who can help assist?"
Assisting is jargon in location search, aning helping out by providing big data analysis.
Several technicians in the room either watched dumbfounded or hadn’t reacted yet, so no one spoke up for a mont.
Nathalie Quinlan thought it might be better to find soone else than wait for their help.
She didn’t ask again, picked up her phone to log into the Red Alliance’s specialized software, and sent a ssage to @ilovebeingskinny.
[sun: Log in and reply, I need your help with sothing.]
Her ssage was sent out only for a few seconds.
@ilovebeingskinny’s voice call was already coming in.
In the past, Nathalie Quinlan would never have answered.
But she had t @ilovebeingskinny in the Illegal Zone before, and given the special circumstances this ti, she hesitated for just a second, then casually accepted the call.
"Hello."
...
Beside her, Jeremiah Bonette, Sadam Vinson, and their team were all waiting for the results.
Jeremiah Bonette watched Nathalie Quinlan making phone calls while expertly typing one after another incomprehensible code based on the big data provided by the other side.
Her speed was incredible!
He couldn’t help but be curious, turning to ask Sadam Vinson beside him: "Ms. Quinlan’s friend is also a talent in computer sciences?"
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