The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2942 Leisure Time (2)

Chapter 2942 Leisure Time (XII)

Because they were not staying long, they had not unpacked all their luggage and there was not much to pack, so Tim did it all by himself, and Schiller started looking for a house on Airbnb.

Most houses need to be booked in advance, and the more popular ones may not be available even several months in advance. It is now very difficult to find a house with a good location and layout.

Not long after, Schiller told them that a new house had been found. The two of them did not doubt him and took their luggage to look for a car.

Since only Schiller knew the address, he drove this time and the car drove onto Highway 10 again, but this time the journey was unexpectedly long.

They set off early in the morning, drove until around 10 o'clock, stopped at a gas station to have breakfast, continued driving until around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, had lunch, and then drove again until around 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Tim suspected Schiller was trying to drive all the way to Mexico, but he had no proof.

The first half of the road was still a main road, but then it started to turn around, passing through the mountains and the seaside. Naturally, the car could not speed up, and after driving for a long time, it finally stopped at a deserted beach.

Pamela started vomiting as soon as she got out of the car. She wasn't carsick, but the smell of leather in the car for so long made her stomach churn.

After getting off the car, Tim took out his cell phone and saw that we were almost in Mexico, on the southwest side of San Diego.

To be precise, they are now at the border between California, USA and Baja California, Mexico, which is the border between the United States and Mexico.

But that’s not all. They got out of the car and walked along the deserted coastline, going up and down the mountain along a small path, and then turning from the wind-eroded bay, they saw a lonely house facing the sea with its back to the mountain.

The choice of this accommodation cannot be described as luxurious and comfortable, it can only be described as a bold and skilled choice.

Tim opened his phone and checked. Wow, they were now on the world's most popular smuggling route to the United States.

As we all know, every year countless people want to reach the kingdom of God in their dreams in some less formal ways.

Since Canada, a country above the United States, is also a developed country and it is difficult to get a visa, the only choice is to go through the countries under the United States, and Mexico is the most popular one among them.

Not to mention foreigners, Mexicans themselves are also trying every possible way to sneak into the United States.

Although the border between the United States and Mexico is long, not every place can be crossed. Not to mention the patrolling border police, some places are too empty and can be seen from a long distance away. The terrain is also very flat and can be used to build walls and nets. Such places are definitely not the first choice.

Moreover, some states are stricter on immigration, and once discovered, deportation is the lightest punishment. But relatively speaking, California has a stronger immigration atmosphere, and immigration laws are not that strict. Some people can even get a card after a few years.

So to enter California, you basically have to go down to California, and the first stop after entering the United States is the famous mecca for people, San Diego.

The reason why San Diego's crime rate is so high is closely related to the high population mobility. Many illegal immigrants have been exploited along the way, and after arriving here, of course they will try every means to make their money back and enjoy the benefits brought by capitalist countries. As for whether it is legal or not, that is another matter.

The place where Schiller and the other two are now is a beach not far from this route.

This line has been around for many years and the surrounding supporting facilities are very mature, but the beach here is very quiet.

Tim was a little confused. Why did these people who were walking the line have to follow the original route and accept exploitation? It wasn't impossible for them to turn a corner and go this way. Aren't they coming here now?

Tim thought about it, although the journey was long and he would still have to walk for more than an hour after getting off the bus, but that group of people walking the route could even cross most of America, so one hour wouldn't make a difference, right?

But he soon realized that his thinking was too naive, because as he followed Schiller along the path up the mountain, he saw a camouflage backpack in the jungle.

He leaned over to take a look out of curiosity, and found that there was another person under the backpack, who looked to have been dead for at least a month.

Tim quickly withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward. He saw a crossbow arrow stuck on a tree. It didn't look like a professional arrow, more like it was homemade by some poachers. Tim stuck his head into the bushes again, and this time he didn't see anyone, but he saw two coats with blood on them.

If nothing unexpected happens, these two people must have had an accident.

The journey up the mountain took only a dozen minutes, but Tim, with his keen observation skills, discovered at least five murder scenes.

Now he kind of understood why no one took this route anymore. If you took the original route, you might just lose money, but if you developed a new route, you might lose your life.

"This is also a smuggling route." Schiller seemed to see what Tim was thinking and explained to him, "But this is not a route that ordinary people take. It is a route that some desperate people with missions will choose."

Tim nodded. He also discovered that the road here was not that difficult to travel on. But the problem lies here. A road that is not difficult to travel on and can allow people to smuggle into the country with higher efficiency will never be left for ordinary people.

Then Tim reacted and said, "But why are we here?! We are not stowaways!"

"This place can help me solve most of the troubles." Schiller said, "Near the city, they only need to hire a few idle people to harass me at will, but if they want to enter here, they have to at least hire a killer."

"There are people over there." Pamela suddenly said. Apparently she got the information from the plants. She stood behind a tree with a little caution and said, "They found us. Do we want to get rid of them?"

“Did anyone give you money?”

"Uh……"

Schiller turned around and said, "You are not a killer, and no one will pay for you, so don't waste your energy, let's go."

"It's hard to imagine how you found a house like this on the rental app." Tim looked up at the small house not far away.

"Who told you I found it on the rental app?"

“So weren’t you looking at Airbnb this morning?”

"I looked, but there was no suitable house on it, so I went to browse the public reports of missing persons in California and found that the San Diego city government warned citizens not to come to this beach for vacation. In the photos released, I saw this house and judged from the appearance that there should be at least three rooms here."

"So you don't know if there's anyone in the house right now?"

"Yes, but I guess they won't be legal residents anyway. Since they are not legal, we can live here too."

"Who do you think we're going to run into?"

Schiller shook his head and said nothing.

As they talked, Pamela kept her eyes on the group she had spotted earlier. They had noticed them but had not come up, remaining hidden in the bushes below.

They soon came to a flat ground with a house right in front of them. The strange thing was that there were no defensive facilities around and no movement in the house, so it didn't look like there was anyone there.

Schiller walked over with a swagger and waved his hand to signal Tim to pick the lock. Tim took a look and found that the lock was not complicated at all. He opened it in no time.

There was some dust when he opened the door, but to Tim's surprise, the inside of the house was actually quite nice.

The house was built on a small cliff, with the door facing the mountain road on their side and the windows naturally facing the sea. The living room was much larger than the previous cabin, with dark brown floors and walls painted white and blue. There were several wooden support pillars in the house with some fishing nets and lifebuoys hanging on them, in the style of a fisherman's hut.

There is one bedroom downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs, exactly three rooms in total. The kitchen and bathroom are all available, and there is also a motorboat in the backyard. Ignoring the location of this house, this is a perfect vacation home.

Tim was increasingly puzzled. Why was there a house like this in a place like this? Why was there no one in the house? Why didn't the people who had been eyeing them from the mountain road come and live in this house?

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.

Tim immediately became alert, Pamela turned around, and the two people who opened the door were also stunned, but they first looked up at Schiller who was walking down the stairs.

The woman in the lead was about to say something when the man behind her pulled her and said, "Okay, let's go somewhere else."

The two turned around and left.

Tim narrowed his eyes as he looked at their backs, then he fixed his gaze on Schiller and asked, "They both obviously know you, what's going on?"

"What kind of person do you think would come into the United States with a mission?"

"Mercenaries? Killers? Terrorists?"

"Then do you know which organization has the most mercenaries, killers and terrorists on this earth?"

"Uh… not the FBI?"

"No, it's different from where you are. Here this organization is called Hydra."

Tim's eyes widened immediately. When he looked at Schiller, Schiller was leaning against the window, looking at the splashing waves at the bottom of the cliff.

"Are you from Hydra?"

Schiller smiled and nodded.

"I'm so surprised." Pamela rolled her eyes, walked to the sofa and sat down, saying, "I take back my previous comment. It's not bad for Nick to ask me to beat you with cabbage."

"Don't be in a hurry to take it back. There is more than one Hydra."

Pamela seemed to suddenly understand what Schiller meant. She looked at Schiller with wide eyes and said, "You mean Nick also... But wait, isn't he the director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"he is."

"Then how can he also be Hydra?"

"Why not?"

Tim and Pamela were both a little confused. Schiller went to the kitchen to boil water. While pressing the kettle, he said, "Without Hydra, where would S.H.I.E.L.D. come from?"

Tim felt like his mind was in a mess, but he still thought about it diligently and said, "Keeping the enemy in the fold? Putting Hydra in the United States will give SHIELD something to do, and it will significantly increase its importance."

"That period has passed." Schiller said: "You can imagine Nick to be even more immoral."

Tim couldn't figure it out.

"I said, without Hydra, there would be no S.H.I.E.L.D."

"So SHIELD is..."

"I mean, SHIELD is made up of Hydra. Without Hydra, how can there be SHIELD?"

Tim's brain completely shut down.

A little reimbursement shock