Chapter 2968 Leisure Time (XII)

Chapter 2942 Leisure Time (XII)

Because they didn't stay long, they didn't take out all their luggage, and there wasn't 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 a few months in advance. It's hard to find a good location and apartment now.

Not long after, Schiller told them that a new house had been found. The two of them didn't suspect anything, took their luggage and went to find 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 to a gas station for breakfast at around 10 o'clock, and then drove until around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, had lunch, and then drove until around 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Tim suspected that Schiller wanted to drive all the way to Mexico, but he had no evidence.

The main reason was that 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. The car naturally couldn't speed up, and after driving for a long time, it finally stopped at a deserted beach.

Pamela started to vomit 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 out of the car, Tim took out his mobile phone and saw that it was southwest of San Diego, and it was almost in Mexico.

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

But this was not over yet. They got out of the car, walked along the deserted coastline, followed a small road up and down the mountain, and then turned from the wind-eroded bay, and then saw a lonely house with a mountain behind and the sea in front.

This choice of accommodation cannot be said to be luxurious and comfortable, but it can only be said to be a bold and skilled person.

Tim opened his mobile phone and checked it. Wow, they are now on the world's most popular American smuggling route.

As we all know, every year countless people want to come to their dream kingdom in some less formal ways.

Since Canada, the country above the United States, is also a developed country, it is difficult to get a visa, so you can only go to the country under the United States, and Mexico is the most popular one.

Not to mention foreigners, Mexicans themselves are also trying to get into the United States.

Although the border between the United States and Mexico is long, not every place can be crossed. Let alone the patrolling border police, some places are too open and can be seen from a long distance. The terrain is very flat and can build walls and nets. Such places are definitely not the first choice.

Moreover, some states are strict with immigrants. Once discovered, deportation is light, but relatively speaking, California has a strong immigration atmosphere and immigration laws are not so strict. Some people can even get a card after a few years.

So to enter California, you can basically only go to Lower California, and the first stop after entering the United States is the famous San Diego, the holy land of Runren.

The high crime rate in San Diego is closely related to the high population mobility. Many illegal immigrants have been exploited all the way. After arriving here, of course they will try every means to get their money back and enjoy the benefits brought by capitalist countries. Whether it is legal or not is another matter.

Now Schiller and his three friends are at a beach not far from this route.

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

Tim was a little puzzled. Why did this group of people who walked the route have to take the original route to accept exploitation? It is not impossible to walk over here by turning a little. Didn’t they come here?

Tim thought about it. Although the journey was long, it would take more than an hour to walk after getting off the car, but the group of people who walked the route could even cross most of America, so this hour is not a big deal, right?

Then he soon found that he was too superficial, because when he followed Schiller up the path, he saw a camouflage backpack in the jungle.

He took a look with a little curiosity, and found that there was another person under the backpack, who looked dead for at least more than a month.

Tim quickly retracted his gaze and continued to move forward. He saw a crossbow arrow stuck in a tree. It didn't look like a professional arrow, but more like a homemade one made by some poachers. Tim stretched his head to look into the bushes again. This time he didn't see anyone, but he saw two coats with blood on them.

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

The way up the mountain took only more than ten minutes. With his keen observation, Tim found at least five murder scenes.

Now he understood why no one went here. If you take the original route, you may just lose money, but if you develop a new route, you may 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 for ordinary people, but a route chosen by some desperate people with a mission."

Tim nodded, and he also found that the road here was not that difficult to walk, and the problem was that a road that was not difficult to walk and could smuggle into the country with higher efficiency would never be left to ordinary people.

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

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

"There is someone over there." Pamela said suddenly. Apparently she got the message from the plant. She stood behind a tree with a little vigilance and said: "They have discovered us, do you want to deal with them?"

"Did anyone give you money?"

"Well……"

Schiller turned back and said: "You are not a killer. No one will pay your bill, so don't waste your energy. Let's go."

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

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

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

"I looked, but there was no suitable house there, so I went through the public reports of disappearances in California and found that the San Diego city government warned citizens not to vacation on this beach. Among the photos posted, I saw this house , and judging from the appearance, there should be at least three rooms here.”

"So you don't know if anyone is in this house now?"

"Yes, but I guess they won't be legal residents anyway. Since it's not legal, we can live there."

"Who do you think we'll run into?"

Schiller shook his head and said nothing.

During their conversation, Pamela kept staring at the group of people she had spotted before. The other party noticed them, but did not come up and kept hiding in the bushes below.

They soon came to a piece of flat land, with the house right in front. Strangely, there were no defense facilities around, and there was no movement in the house. It didn't look like there was anyone there.

Schiller walked over in a swaggering manner, waving his hand for Tim to pick the lock. Tim went over to take a look and found that the lock was not complicated at all, and he opened it in just three clicks.

There was some dust when he opened the door, but to Tim's surprise, the house was not bad inside.

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

There is one bedroom downstairs, two bedrooms upstairs, exactly three rooms, a kitchen and bathroom, and a motorboat in the backyard. Regardless of the location of the house, this is a perfect vacation home.

Tim became more and more puzzled, why was there a room like this in a place like this? Why is there no one in the house yet? Why don't the people who were eyeing them on the mountain road come and live in this house?

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.

Tim immediately became alert, Pamela also 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.

Just as the leading woman was about to say something, 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, and then turned his gaze to Schiller. He asked, "They two obviously know you. What's going on?"

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

"Mercenary? Killer? Terrorist?"

"Then do you know what organization has the largest number of mercenaries, killers and terrorists on the planet?"

"Uh... isn't it the FBI?"

"No, it's different from your place. The organization here is called Hydra."

Tim's eyes widened immediately. When he looked at Schiller, Schiller was leaning against the window, looking at the waves splashing under 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 and said, "I take back my previous comment. Nick asking me to beat you with a cabbage is not a bad thing."

"Don't rush to take it back, I'm not the only one with Hydra."

Pamela seemed to suddenly hear the implication of Schiller's words. She looked at Schiller with wide eyes and said, "You mean Nick too... But wait a minute, isn't he the director of SHIELD?"

"He is."

"Then how can he be Hydra at the same time?"

"Why not?"

Tim and Pamela were both a little confused. Schiller went to the kitchen to boil hot water and said while pressing the kettle: "Without Hydra, where would SHIELD come from?"

Tim felt like a mess had been stirred up in his mind, but he still thought about it dutifully and said: "Respect yourself by raising bandits? Put Hydra into the United States, so that SHIELD will have work to do." It will significantly enhance your own importance.”

"That period has passed," Schiller said. "You can imagine Nick to be a little more evil."

Tim couldn't figure it out.

"I said, without Hydra, there would be no SHIELD."

"So S.H.I.E.L.D. is..."

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

Tim's brain completely shut down.

A small reimbursement shock