Half an hour later.

In the small laboratory of Group 10.

Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan were intently watching the girl sitting at the conference table where they usually discussed, with a black laptop in front of her.

The laptop’s exterior seemed somewhat worn, with edges rubbed white, appearing to be an old-fashioned computer.

At least, that was the feeling Wincent Sullivan had when he first saw Nathalie Quinlan take the laptop out of her single shoulder bag.

But when he stood behind the girl and witnessed the supposedly near-obsolete laptop boot up instantly with lightning-fast operation speed, he no longer held his previous thoughts.

After Nathalie Quinlan opened the computer, she wasted no time and immediately brought up a location search system.

Agnes Baker and Wincent Sullivan saw her hands flying over the keyboard at lightning speed, string after string of code poured out from her fingertips, extraordinarily smooth...

Her typing speed was astonishing.

"Nathalie, do you know computers?" Agnes Baker stood behind the girl, unable to resist her curiosity until Nathalie Quinlan hit the enter key and took her hands off the keyboard.

"I see you’re coding really fast. Have you studied computers?" Agnes Baker was quite puzzled and indeed curious: "By the way, you were in college before coming to Inderia, right? What major did you study? It couldn’t have been computer science, could it?"

If Nathalie Quinlan majored in computer science and got into The First Research Institute specializing in black powder and weapons manufacturing, that would indeed be impressive.

The girl stretched her body, relaxed her shoulders backward, and said casually, "Chinese Medicine."

Agnes Baker: "?"

She didn’t react for a moment, thinking she had misheard: "What?"

Nathalie Quinlan lazily lifted her head: "I majored in Chinese Medicine with a minor in music in college."

"..." Agnes Baker was completely speechless.

She already thought computer science had nothing to do with black powder and weapons manufacturing. Hearing that Nathalie Quinlan studied Chinese medicine and music left her utterly baffled, her mind blank. She couldn’t imagine any connection between the three!

Now, doctors with musical training are getting into black powder manufacturing?

This is just... mind-boggling!

She thought Nathalie Quinlan’s college studies at least had some relation to black powder, but it turned out she was overthinking.

"Nathalie, can you find out where Williansen Barness is?" Wincent Sullivan didn’t pay attention to their sporadic chat, more focused on Williansen Barness’s situation.

He didn’t want to put too much pressure on the girl, but he couldn’t control his anxiety and still went up to ask.

Nathalie Quinlan’s eyes were glued to the computer screen, where a string of green code was searching, with the progress bar at fifty percent.

She was extremely relaxed, not under much pressure, and told Wincent Sullivan: "Give me another five minutes."

She estimated the progress bar’s speed, and five minutes seemed just right.

Wincent Sullivan hadn’t seen her pull the surveillance footage from The First Research Institute’s gate, only watched her operate on the computer without knowing how she was tracking Williansen Barness’s location.

Fortunately, five minutes wasn’t long. He settled down, patiently waiting as the time ticked away second by second.

Five minutes quickly passed.

The progress bar on Nathalie Quinlan’s computer reached 100%, and she leaned back in her chair, hitting the Enter key with one hand.

A complete map of Inderia appeared on the computer screen.

There was a red dot on the map, with a string of data popping up above it.

Nathalie Quinlan zoomed in on the red dot and turned her head to ask Wincent Sullivan and the others, "Do you know what this place is?"