The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2942 Leisure Time (XII)

Since they were not staying long, they had not taken out 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 a few months in advance. It is already difficult to find a house with a good location and layout now.

Not long after, Schiller told them that a new house had been found. The two did not suspect anything and took their luggage to find a car.

Because 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 again, 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 stricter on immigrants. Once discovered, deportation is light, but relatively speaking, California has a strong immigration atmosphere and the 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 reason why the crime rate in San Diego is so high is closely related to the excessive 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. As for whether it is legal or not, that 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 confused. 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 thought too superficially, because when he followed Schiller up the path, he saw a camouflage backpack in the jungle.

He leaned over to take 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 responded and said, "But why are we here?! We are not illegal immigrants!"

"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. Are we going to get rid of them?"

"Did anyone give you money?"

"Uh..."

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

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

"Who told you that I was looking for it on the rental software?"

"Then weren't you looking at Airbnb this morning?"

"I looked, but there was no suitable house there, 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 is anyone in this house now?"

"Yes, but I guess, anyway, it won't be a legal resident. Since it's not legal, we can live here."

"Who do you think we will run into?"

Schiller shook his head and said nothing.

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

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

Schiller walked over so swaggeringly. He waved his hand to signal Tim to pick the lock. Tim went over and took a look and found that the lock was not complicated at all. He opened it in two or three moves.

There was some dust when the door was opened, but to Tim's surprise, the house was actually quite good.

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

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

Tim was getting more and more confused. Why would there be such a house in such a place? Why is there no one in the house? Why don't the people who are eyeing them on the mountain road come to 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, and the person behind her pulled her and said, "Okay, let's go somewhere else."

The two turned and left.

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

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

"Mercenaries? Assassins? Terrorists?"

"Then do you know what organization has the most mercenaries, assassins, and terrorists on this planet?"

"Uh... isn't it 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 waves splashing 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 and said, "I take back my previous evaluation. Nick asked me to beat you with cabbage, which is not bad."

"Don't take it back in a hurry. I'm not the only Hydra."

Pamela seemed to suddenly understand Schiller's implication. She looked at Schiller with wide eyes and said, "You mean Nick also... But wait, 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 a little confused. Schiller went to the kitchen to boil water, and said while pressing the kettle, "Without Hydra, where would SHIELD come from?"

Tim felt that his brain was mixed with a mess, but he still thought about it diligently and said, "Keeping the enemy to protect oneself? Put Hydra in the United States, so that SHIELD will have work to do, and it will also significantly enhance its importance."

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

Tim didn't understand.

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

"So SHIELD is..."

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

Tim's brain completely crashed.

A little bit of shock