Although there were as many as sixty or seventy routes densely covering the entire screen, causing people to feel dizzy just from a glance, this was precisely what created the chaos that attracted attention elsewhere.
If one looked closely, they would see the problem Yvonne Finley referred to. There was order within the chaos, all revolving around a specific point.
"Here."
Dax Harrison zoomed in on the screen, marking a certain area within a red halo.
"This area falls within the path of more than seventy percent of all routes, within a hundred-kilometer range."
Suddenly, he located the root of the problem.
Without realising, Yvonne unconsciously touched the bag of coded documents she had on her.
"How do we get there?"
Dax raised an eyebrow: "Rent a car."
As he spoke, he was already moving down the steps.
Yvonne completely covered her face and followed him.
