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When the two of Titus drove back to the office on Flagler Avenue in Miami, Rafael was in the office's miniature multi-threat early warning center, having a 3D video meeting with the director of NCIS headquarters.

"Director, uh, good afternoon." Titus glanced at the image of the black director and said with a smile.

"Special Agent Brock, Special Agent Nichols, have you got the chip yet?" the director of NCIS asked with a serious smile.

"Yes, Director." Clementine nodded, and took out the evidence bag containing the encryption chip.

"Okay, you give the chip to Dr. Watkins at the CDC, he's already on the plane to Miami."

Raphael asked, "Director, did NEP1 come to Florida just to take out the chip?"

The black director said, "Well, it seems so at the moment. However, her real purpose needs you to investigate clearly."

"Director, uh, is there any result from the investigation of the Department of Homeland Security and the National Security Agency?"

"There is no sign that she has crossed the border. One more thing, NEP1 was shot before fleeing Georgia. You can follow this lead to investigate."

"Understood, Director."

After finishing the 3D video call, Raphael said to his two subordinates, "At noon today, a murder of seven corpses occurred in a Russian restaurant in North Miami."

"Cool. Russian restaurant, seven murders!?" Titus pouted.

"Boss, who do you think did it?" Clement asked.

"I don't know. Well, the FBI and the North Miami Police Department are looking into it."

"Okay, guys, I have used NCIS authority to enter the surveillance system of the police station, and we need to find NEP1 as soon as possible." Raphael said to the two.

"Understood." The two of Titus replied.

On the Titusville-bound AI bus, a girl in a baseball cap, tank top, and blazer sits in the third-to-last row on the right near the window.

In the next three and a half hours of driving time, almost no one noticed that she kept looking a little weird. "Weird" refers to the fact that she keeps her head half down and the brim of her hat is kept low, and the on-board intelligent monitoring system cannot effectively recognize her facial feature points.

It wasn't until she arrived in Titusville at 5:31 pm that she looked up a little and looked out the window. "Here?! Well, well, now we have to hurry to the motel on Forrest Avenue."

At 5:56, Katerina was standing outside the motel at 301 Forrest Avenue.Looking at the right side of the road from time to time, there seemed to be some tension and uneasiness in the anxious expression, "What's going on? Why haven't you called me yet?"

"There are still 5 minutes, should I continue to wait or leave?"

"Damn it, did she get caught by the Highway Patrol?"

While she was wondering why Gloria was late, a dark blue 1969 Ford Mustang coupe was driving by on Forrest Drive in front of her.

"Hey, there's a street girl (call girl) over there." The black man in the passenger seat said to the black fellow driving.

"What? Come on, buddy, how can there be street girls in a small place like Titusville?" the accomplice yelled in disbelief.

"Look, the one in the sports cap in front of the motel."

"Yeah, I see. Well, go talk to that girl."

The Ford Mustang coupe made a sharp turn at the intersection ahead, turned around and drove back along the original road.When the accomplice with long blond braids slowly drove the car into the driveway in front of the hotel, the black man sitting in the passenger seat yelled at the girl on the right side of the car window, "Hey, yo!"

"Damn it, why did you meet a gang member?" Katerina didn't respond, but was hesitant to think.

"Hey, pretty girl, why are you here alone?" The black man in the passenger seat got out of the car and walked over.

"None of your business, go away!"

"Really? Want to try it? I've got something good here."

The black accomplice who was driving parked his car in an empty parking space in front of the hotel, got out of the car and walked towards her.While walking, he yelled at the tall black man who got off the car earlier, "Hey, what's the matter?"

Thick necklaces, tight black or white tank tops, baggy jeans with low waist and too baggy, high-top basketball shoes, the outfits of the two black men really give people the feeling of gang members.

Katerina glanced at the black man with golden braids coming from behind, and said disgustedly to the tall black man in front of her, "No, I don't want to try."

The tall black man glanced at his black companion behind him, then turned and shouted at her, "Please, really don't want to try it? We sell very high-purity cocaine."

"No, I told you I don't want it."

"Hey, if you don't have a lot of cash, we also have medical grade 'Marley' (hemp)."

Katerina subconsciously blocked the shoulder bag with her left arm, "I don't want to say it again, go away!"

However, this action of hers caught the eyes of the black man with the golden braid.The black man with the blond braids said to the accomplice, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"What? Fuck you!" The tall black man turned his head and cursed at his accomplice, disgusted by his verbosity.

"Do it!!" The black man with blond braids suddenly shouted loudly to his accomplice in Haitian.

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