Chapter 148
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Will Smith.
Zhang Jue was very familiar with this name.
Not only because he was a legend.
It was also because the captain of the MTF team "Black Pearl" that entered SCP1351 (Mobius Cave) also had the same name.
After returning from Mei, Zhang Jue had investigated this person.
However, the current Golden Foundation did not have a MTF team called Black Pearl, nor did they have a person called Will Smith.
The only explanation was that he had not yet joined the Golden Foundation, and the Black Pearl team that he led had not yet been established.
Three years later, Will Smith and his Black Pearl Squad went out on a mission. They avoided a disaster and did not encounter any mishaps.
In the "end of the world" situation, he hid in SCP1451. After a series of changes, his several subordinates and the doctor were all missing.
Their importance to the Golden Foundation was self-evident.
If they could find Will Smith, and then find the doctor that they saved, they would be able to know what happened in the world three years later.
However, Zhang Jue's investigation was fruitless.
The person that Simons knew was definitely the Will Smith from "three years ago" — in other words, the current timeline.
However, even if Smith could not predict what would happen in the future, a person's behavior pattern was fixed. Perhaps they could get some clues from him.
Therefore, Zhang Jue did not plan to let go of any details.
"Smith is a friend that I met when I was studying abroad in Mei. We shared a room."
Simons said, "I spent a long time with him. Later, I found out that he was actually an underground fighter."
"Underground fighter?"
Smith's profession was somewhat out of Zhang Jue's expectations.
He knew the Golden Foundation's process of selecting MTF team members. They had to go through several rounds of screening. It was very strict, not to mention the captain.
Smith's identity was so sensitive, but he was able to be recruited by the Golden Foundation. He must be extraordinary.
Zhang Jue asked, "Can you contact him now?"
"Sure." Simons nodded.
It was 11: 30 p.m. in CN, which happened to be the morning in Mei Nation. Simons picked up the phone and dialed Will Smith's number, who was far away on the other side of the ocean.
The phone rang for a minute, but no one answered.
"That's not right. Smith never sleeps in."
Simons felt a little strange and dialed again, but no one picked up.
Simons wanted to hit her again, but Zhang Jue stopped her.
His intuition, which had always been accurate, told him that something had happened to Smith.
Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes. "Other than the phone, do you have any other means of communication?"
Sensing the change in Zhang Jue's aura, Simons quickly nodded.
"Yes, he has a special email address. Only the two of us know the address. I'll try to send him an email now."
Simons immediately logged into his email and sent an email to Smith's secret address. The content was very simple: "Are you okay?"
He had just pressed the send button when he immediately received a reply. He was shocked.
It was an automatic reply.
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