24th

When people focus on one thing, they will selectively forget other seemingly less important things.For example, eat some food, drink some hot drinks, cold drinks or drinking water that you like.

Gloria was like that, obsessively preoccupied with running and hiding.Even when she was hiding in the home of an unknown resident in the small town of Clarkdale, she was just looking for some clothes and usable items.

From escaping the CDC lab in Atlanta, hiding in the homes of residents in small towns, street shootouts with local police and FBI agents, to flying surgeon Jowett's small plane near Miami Beach, she did not eat a bite of food Or had a sip of water.

After being shot in the leg, accelerated cell division in the body, and a series of changes to promote the rapid recovery of the wound, now she urgently needs some food and drinking water to maintain some growth needs of the cells in the body.

On Christmas Day, at 10:02 am, she lay down on the white sand of Bal Harbor Beach, a little tired.This time is not the golden time for swimming on the beach, but there are still some foreign tourists who are infatuated with the fine sand, sunshine and sea water here.

"Come on, it's Christmas. Hey, what's going on over there?" A man in a red tracksuit with the Baywatch badge and lettering on the left chest asked, looking at the shoreline through binoculars. A black-haired woman in the same dress said.

"Damn it, someone got sucked into the rapids! Let's go!" The black-haired woman put down her binoculars, took the first-aid kit beside her, and ran out of a watchtower on the coastline.

"Mommy, what happened to that sister? Did she...drown?" A little girl with dark brown hair anxiously asked her mother beside her.

"I don't know. Honey, you go to the beach lifeguard." The mother then said to her husband beside her.

"Okay." The husband agreed, turned and ran towards the watchtower on the beach.

"Okay, everyone, please stand back a little bit." The man in the uniform of the lifeguard said loudly in front of many tourists onlookers.

"Call 911. I'll give first aid right away." The woman in red knelt beside Gloria and said calmly to her companion as she took out the first aid equipment.

"Don't call 911." Gloria, who was lying face down in the sea, suddenly raised her head and said something.

The lifeguard man held the phone and looked at her in astonishment, "Uh... are you okay?"

The woman in red who was about to carry out the rescue looked at her head and various parts of her body with the same expression, "Are you okay? What water did you drown in? Are there any other companions?"

"I'm fine. Thank you." Wearing clothes soaked in sea water, Gloria stood up and walked out of the beach.

"Sorry, I'm a lifeguard from the Baywatch team. I need to make sure you're really drowning." The woman in red followed her with a first-aid kit.

"I didn't drown, and no ships sank in the nearby waters. That's the way it is. Well, I have to go." After Gloria finished speaking, she suddenly ran towards the commercial and residential apartment building behind the beach.

Passing through the apartment buildings lined up behind the beach, along the parking lots and walking paths between the buildings, she soon came to the famous tropical landscape avenue on Miami Beach - Collins Avenue.

Standing in front of the driverless bus stop sign on the sidewalk on the right side of the road, Gloria looked at the map above and considered which road to take to reach downtown Miami at the fastest speed.

At this time, a black Mercedes-Benz full-size high-end SUV suddenly drove towards her in the lane beside her.With a screech of brakes, the luxury SUV stopped abruptly on the side of her body.

When the left and right doors opened, two strong men with Caucasian features jumped out.One of them, a taller man in a black high-waisted leather jacket, said in Russian, "Hey, Camilla, I didn't expect you to be here."

The two men didn't give Gloria any chance to explain, and forced her into the Mercedes without any explanation.Another man of medium build with soft, wavy hair said, "Valery, be careful not to hurt her."

The man named Valery stared at her coldly, and said to his accomplice, "Yakov, I am a highly educated Russian."

With lighter hair and eyeballs, light skin, well-defined faces, high protruding nose bridges and a proficient Russian, it seems that these two men are Russians living in Miami.

Gloria had taken Spanish, French, German and Russian as required by the school in middle school.At this moment, under the action of the 24th pair of chromosomes, it seems to recall all the foreign language words, grammar and spoken language that have been learned in an instant.

"Uh, you're Valery, right?" He said to the man on the right in standard Russian.

"Camilla, if you don't want to be beaten, you'd better do what the boss tells you. Well, your accent..." Valery noticed that her Russian accent was not quite right.

"Camila, what about your Chechen accent? Why, you want to turn yourself into an American bitch who is learning Russian?" Yakov, who was sitting on the other side, asked in a mocking tone.

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