Chapter 1740: ?Ordinary journey

Latest website: Coleson released the belt in his hand and patted the non-existent dust on his hand.
"The goal is to cut these restraints with a knife. It seems to have escaped from the back door." He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the mental hospital nurse standing by the wall. Although there was another guess in his mind, he would have no evidence without evidence. Said, just asked: "When was the last time you noticed that blond man? Has anyone else come in this room?"
"It was found that he was missing during the rounds at noon. If there were any outsiders coming in, it would definitely not have been through the front door." The nurse replied.
Coleson glanced at the footprints on the ground. In addition to the footprints of the caregiver and the strong man, there are also a series of weird little footprints. That person seems to be walking on tiptoe. Is it a thief?
"How is it? Agent Coulson, do you know that we haven't lied this time? When can we return the car?" Jane asked anxiously. There are many astronomical research materials on the car. Many of the expensive instruments are on loan, but they cannot be damaged by these people in black.
It was unlucky enough to go to the police station to record a confession after hitting someone last night to save someone. I was picked up by a group of CIA agents this morning and asked who they saw last night. What is special about that person? Did he mention the hammer?
A lot of weird questions.
Next, some agents with hair loss detained the three people’s RV and forced them to take him to find the person who was hit. So a few people went to the hospital first, and then learned that the long-haired man had been transferred to the hospital, and the group was mentally ill again. At the hospital, it turned out that the target was missing.
Coleson smiled and nodded at the three: "Your vehicle and on-board equipment have been requisitioned by the state. If you have any objections, please call the State Council."
"Do you know what equipment is on the car? Gamma ray deep space sounder! The precious relic of Dr. Dai Yin, there are less than ten such vehicle-mounted instruments in the world, it is invaluable! And those data, you It must be returned to us!"
Jane's patience reached its limit, and she grabbed her hair frantically and yelled at Colson.
The equipment is valued at hundreds of millions, and it was borrowed by Professor Schalwig through favor. If it is damaged by others...
She was originally a doctor and astronomy is purely a hobby.
But I did not expect to go to night school to learn casually, write a paper at random, and be valued by the industry. I was recruited by industry leaders. In the past few years, I published several papers in a row. Brought her own student-Daisy.
She didn't teach at school, but just hung an honorary title of associate professor. She helped Professor Schalwig full-time, an expert in astrophysics, and got her salary as a private doctor, not a teacher.
He is old, and astronomy often needs to run around the world to watch stars. Is there anyone more suitable than an assistant like Jane Foster who understands medicine and astronomy?
As if he hadn't heard it, Coleson smiled and took out a business card with only his phone and his name, and inserted it into the hand of Dr. Foster who was flailing:
"I also know something about gamma rays. It will make you green, blue, or cancer. I suggest that you guys don’t play with cosmic rays in the future. Optical telescopes are sometimes safer. Of course, after the investigation, the vehicle and The equipment will be returned to you. If the loss incurred during the period is borne by our CIA, is there any problem?"
"We will sue you! You don't have a search warrant..."
Daisy showed her head from behind Jane and spoke quickly and sternly. Seeing the agent's eyes turned to her, she retracted her head like a little squirrel and hid behind the teacher without finishing her words.
"Please, I am Agent Coleson of the Caribbean Division of the CIA. You can report it to my superiors in'Langley', thank you for your cooperation." Coleson remained unchanged and walked out the door with a smile. Go, and hold the phone in your ear: "Hawkeye, lift the encirclement and close the team. Imitate the sound bird, check the road monitoring, someone preempted us to find a means of transportation."
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Where are Wade and Thor at this time?
They are hitchhiking on the side of the road.
The United States is known as a country on wheels, not only because of the high rate of vehicle ownership per capita, but also because the country has a unique road culture.
In the era of the Western Development, at that time, it was still a horse-drawn carriage. The coachmen and the Red Guards were responsible for moving materials between the east and west coasts, and the transportation hubs they passed through gave birth to many small towns that depended on logistics routes.
After entering Hyundai, the carriage became a big truck, the coachman became a long-distance driver, and the rest remained basically the same.
A long Gobi highway, as far as it leads to the skyline, may be just a roadside fast-food restaurant somewhere along the way, modified with old trailer cars and surprisingly unpalatable food, to entertain long-distance drivers.
Some people like to sleep when they eat, but don't want to sleep in the car, then a businessman will build a hotel next to the restaurant.
If a person sleeps empty and lonely, there will naturally be enthusiastic ladies to help these drivers solve their problems.
The ladies have to spend money if they make money. Then there will be markets for both bars and shops. These profiteering industries promote the development of villages and towns.
Of course, these places must be black at first, but such natural settlements will soon usher in police stations and official agencies stationed by the government, and villages and towns along the road will be formed.
Many towns will change due to the construction or abandonment of highways. There are many ‘ghost towns’ in the U.S. inland areas, and modern people are more inclined to drive or fly by themselves.
But even in the past few years, when you stand next to an interstate highway, you can always try your luck with your thumb.
Which car will stop? What happens when you stop? What kind of person is the driver?
Like a cat in a vacuum box, you will never guess whether it is alive or dead.
It may be that a sleepy driver wants to find someone to chat with during a long journey, or it may be a serial killer disguised as a good-hearted person looking for a new goal, but life has to be full of unknowns to have fun, right?
And this is really very economical. Wade is very generous in eating, drinking, and gambling, except in the choice of transportation for going out.
At this moment he was holding a piece of cardboard with the words ‘on the road’ written on it, and he was eating dust on the side of the road.
If you want to return to New York from New Mexico, you probably need to cross three-quarters of the United States. There is no deadline for this task. It is also possible to teach this mental illness while walking.
It's just that Thor has always been standing on the side of the road like a wooden stake. Wade himself was stiff with a smile, and still didn't stop the car. The drivers were completely uninterested in seeing the two men stopping the car.
The noon sun burned both of them sweaty, Wade's hair was stuck to his face, and his lips were dry and white.
"Is this the way for mortals to travel?" Thor is also stubborn~EbookFREE.me~ He doesn't even care about his pretentious Old English, just holding up his own sign to block the sun: "We Can't you fly to New York?"
Wade gave him an angry look and spit on the side of the road: "You pay for the ticket? And those who can't afford to fly are called poor people, not mortals, you're like a god."
"I am a god! I am Thor, the of thunder!" Thor's eyes stared like a cow.
"Okay, it's God's work? Don't get excited." Wade quickly soothed, blamed the sun for being too hot, he was so roasted that he couldn't turn his mind, and he almost forgot that the man next to him was imaginative. It would be bad if it stimulated him to get sick.
He took out a children's telescope, made of colored plastic, from his small schoolbag, and then looked into the distance along the road twisting in the heat.
In the distance drove a pink Stark car, still the luxury version, Wade instantly selected the target, he put away the binoculars, and said to Thor:
"Undress!"