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Chapter 38 Prepare yourself

Military maps are different from commercial maps.

Not only the geographic information is more comprehensive.

Some power distribution and danger areas are also marked on it.

After receiving two maps of the Middle East, Martin felt dizzy.

General Ross called to remind.

Martin complained: "My eyes are almost blind! The terrain there is disgusting! The president who ordered the garrison was also out of his mind. It is troublesome to occupy such a place, and troops can be hidden everywhere!"

General Ross said impatiently: "You don't need to say this, we know it better than you, and I need your advice now! At least some of them must be ruled out!"

"Do you know better? Are you referring to the terrain there, or is the president insane?"

Martin asked with a smile, and when he heard heavy breathing on the phone, he hurriedly continued: "Give me a copy of the military's search route, they shouldn't be so stupid that they can't see it under their noses, this should make people I'll narrow it down a bit."

General Ross turned his head and shouted: "Did you hear me! Give Martin a copy!"

Martin hung up the phone, and hung himself on the chair, too tired.

Betty made him a cup of coffee, and said distressedly seeing him like this: "It's okay! My dad is just out of his mind! It's obviously nothing to do with you!"

Martin stretched out his index finger and shook it: "No, it's related now! There are 2000 million relationships."

Betty kissed him amusedly: "You have to do what you can, after all, it's so far away in the Middle East, and the army can't do anything about it."

Martin rubbed his swollen head: "It's because their brains are not working well, or they just don't want to look for it, and I, forget it, don't want to waste brain cells, help me find Stark's email address, and send him a message. An email about connecting to this computer, about rescuing Stark."

Betty clicked on the email in surprise: "Is this okay?"

"of course."

Martin nodded, seeing that she typed a few words, and then directly pressed Enter.

After 1 minute, the screen flickered.

Martin turned on the microphone and stereo, smiled and said, "What's your name? Electronic butler?"

"I am, Jarvis, Kim, sir, hello."

Martin tilted his head and looked at the screen: "Some cards, is it because of the speed of the network?"

Jarvis' voice said, "Because your firewall will disturb me a little bit."

Martin curled his lips helplessly: "It's just a little disturbance? Then turn it off. It's important to save people at this time. It's okay, just ask your master to transfer some more money to me afterwards."

"Okay, it's closed, what can you do about the search and rescue of Mr. Stark?"

Jarvis asked directly.

Martin clasped his hands behind his head and leaned comfortably on the chair: "The military just sent me some information, you can upload it to your hard drive, and analyze where your master may be imprisoned as soon as possible."

"I noticed that you said captivity, which means you judged him to be alive."

The tone of Jarvis's question was a little stiff, and it took Martin a moment to realize that the other party was saying a question: "Are you asking me if he is still alive?"

Jarvis said: "According to my calculations, there is a high probability that Mr. Stark is still alive, but I want to know how you judge, which will help improve my intelligence level."

Martin hehe: "Why should I tell you?"

Jarvis: "Please see the account."

Martin: "..."

He actually opened the account and looked at it, and there was an extra 100 million.

"Yes, Jarvis! You can spend your own money?"

Martin couldn't laugh or cry, "Why can't you quickly calculate Stark's position when you have that time?"

Jarvis: "I've been calculating, talking to you won't consume too many computing resources.

Combining the maps and other information given by the military, as well as the satellite data maps I obtained from within the group, suspicious areas are being generated..."

Then a map popped up on the screen, with small red dots constantly appearing on it.

Martin moved the map away with the mouse, and looked at the bank account just now: "You didn't generate a fake account information for me, did you? You can really spend your own money?"

Jarvis: "For the daily maintenance of the computer room, Mr. Stark gave me the authority to spend less than one million in a single transaction. As long as it does not exceed 200 million per month, there is no need to report to him."

After speaking, the map on the screen automatically "jumped" back to the center, blocking all the pictures.

Martin rolled his eyes: "Okay, let me tell you my judgment first, the convoy was attacked and many people died on the spot, but Stark was missing, which means that the attackers took him away, that is to say, Stark Tucker is useful to them, as long as Stark doesn't die, he shouldn't die in a short time."

Jarvis: "Based on what you said, I calculate that the probability of Mr. Stark's death has increased."

Martin: "Huh?"

Jarvis: "He's usually pretty blunt."

puff!
Betty, who had been listening by the side, couldn't help laughing.

"Hello, Miss Ross."

Betty covered her mouth: "Hello, Jarvis, you are very honest, but you should trust Martin's judgment."

Martin also nodded with a smile: "If some compromises can get rid of death, Stark will make a smart choice. He may be stubborn, but his mind is clearer.

This is human nature, except for the stubborn ass of General Ross, few people are so stubborn. "

Jarvis said: "A clear mind means that it is easier to make choices that are beneficial to you."

Martin pointed to the speaker and said, "That's right! Dude, you've got Get!"

Jarvis continued: "The suspicious areas have been calculated, and there are more than one hundred in total."

Martin looked at the densely packed little red dots and was stunned.

"I want to know what the military has done in recent days, are they pigs?"

As soon as Martin finished speaking, several blue tracks appeared on the map.

This is the nearest search and rescue route.

The blue track covers a small half of the map, but does "miss" the red dots.

After a moment of silence, Martin said: "Jarvis, this is a military organization capable of attacking US military convoys. They should have vehicles and arsenals. The gathering of vehicles and frequent military movements will always leave traces on satellite images. "

Jarvis was silent for a moment, and then the large red dots disappeared one after another, leaving only half of it.

Martin tapped his fingers on the table, frowning.

In fact, he was recalling the scenes in the plot. He remembered that the place was not only a valley, but also munitions and ammunition were piled up in the open space.

"Are you sure that the remaining dozens of red dots are all military organizations with convoys and heavy weapons?"

Jarvis: "What do you mean by heavy weapons?"

Martin said: "Heavy machine guns? Anti-aircraft missiles? Probably, but it's not a government army, it's an illegal military organization."

There are only a dozen red dots left on the screen.

Martin stared at these red dots, one by one, and gradually had an idea in his heart.

"Send the two furthest from the US military base and the nearest one to General Ross, which is the e-mail address that sent me the map."

"receive."

After a pause, Jarvis continued: "It's done. I hope Mr. Jin's deduction is accurate. I also thank Mr. Stark for your help."

The monitor flickered, and the firewall came back on.

Martin turned his head to look at Betty, and spread his hands: "Look, this is the power of smart computers, so I insist on separating the internal and external networks of the laboratory in the future. Physical isolation is the safest way."

Betty nodded again and again: "I originally wanted to insist on a unified network, and at most install a firewall dedicated data switch between the internal and external networks. Now it seems that you are right. This is terrible."

The two didn't say a few words when the phone rang.

Martin picked up the phone.

General Ross asked directly: "These three coordinates are the last suspicious location? How sure are you?"

Martin put his legs on the table and said with a smile: "I'm not sure, but it's always a direction of investigation, isn't it? Find someone to check, but you have to be careful, if it's the nearest two places, it's likely that the military is inside Something went wrong."

"I'll contact you later."

General Ross hung up the phone.

Martin curled his lips at the phone and threw it on the table: "Okay, it's time to consider buying more Stark Industries stocks tomorrow."

Betty looked at him: "Are you so confident? Will it really be those three places?"

Martin shrugged: "Don't look at the chaotic troops everywhere in that place. There won't be too many real powerful ones, and the U.S. military will not allow too many threats there. Even if these three are not, just follow this line of thinking and find a few. turn up."

Betty frowned: "From what you mean, why does it seem that the current chaos is allowed by the US military?"

Martin pinched Betty's cheek, and said with a smile, "Silly boy, even if it is not allowed by the US military, it is also allowed by US military officers."

"Hate it, you are stupid."

Betty rolled her eyes with a smile, and slapped his hand away.

At this time, the call came again.

Martin answered helplessly: "What's the matter? Old man?"

General Ross: "It's basically confirmed. The northeast direction is the most suspicious. You should prepare for the plane tomorrow afternoon."

Snapped!
The phone hangs up.

Martin and Betty looked at each other.

Betty then stared and asked: "What does he mean? What does he want to do? He wants to send you to the battlefield! Why is he!"

Betty grabbed the phone and called back.

No one picked up.

Call again, and once connected, Betty asked fiercely and loudly: "Why did you send Martin! What qualifications do you have!"

"Call Martin."

General Ross said lightly.

(End of this chapter)