Because we didn’t live long enough, we didn’t have all our luggage packed, and there wasn’t much to pack. Tim took care of it all by himself, and Schiller started looking for a house on Airbnb.
The vast majority of houses need to be booked in advance. Those that are relatively popular may not necessarily have a room several months in advance. Nowadays, it is difficult to find a good location and apartment type.
After a while, Schiller told them that the new house had been found. The two of them did not doubt that he was there, picked up their luggage and went to find the car.
Since only Schiller knew the address, he drove this time and the car drove onto Route 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, then drove until around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, had another lunch, and then drove again until around 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
Tim suspected Schiller wanted to drive all the way to Mexico, but he had no proof.
The main reason was that the first half of the road was still a main road, and then it started to twist and turn, passing through the mountains and the sea. Naturally, the car couldn't pick up the speed. After driving for a long time, it finally stopped at a deserted beach.
Got off.
Pamela started vomiting as soon as she got out of the car. She was not motion sick, 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 cell phone and looked at it. Oh my god, we are almost in Mexico on the southwest side of San Diego.
To be precise, they are now at the junction of California, USA, and Baja California, Mexico, which is the border between the United States and Mexico.
But that was not the end yet. They got out of the car and walked along the deserted coastline, up and down the mountain along a path, then turned from the wind-eroded bay, and then they saw a lonely house with the mountain behind it and the sea.
The choice of this accommodation cannot be said to be luxurious and comfortable, it can only be said to be the boldness of a skilled person.
Tim turned on his phone and checked. Oh boy, they are now on the most popular smuggling route to the United States in the world.
As we all know, countless people want to come to the Kingdom of God in their dreams every year in some less formal ways.
Since Canada, the country above the United States, is also a developed country, and it is difficult to obtain a visa, you can only go to the countries below the United States, and Mexico is the most popular one.
Not to mention foreigners, Mexicans themselves are also trying their best 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 so open that you can see them from a distance if you walk over them, and the terrain is very flat.
If you can build a wall and build a network, this kind of place is definitely not the first choice.
Moreover, some states are stricter on immigrants, and once discovered, deportation will be lenient. However, relatively speaking, California has a strong immigration atmosphere and immigration laws are not so strict. Some people can even get a card after hanging around for a few years.
So if you want to enter California, you basically have to go down to California, and the first stop after entering the United States is the famous holy land of beauty, San Diego.
The reason why the crime rate in San Diego is so high is inseparable from the high population mobility. Many illegal immigrants have been exploited along the way. After that, of course they find ways to make back their money and enjoy the benefits brought by the capitalist country. As for whether it is legal or not
, that’s another story.
The place where Schiller and the three are now is a beach not far from this line.
This line has been running for many years, and the supporting facilities around it are very mature, but the beach here is very quiet.
Tim was a little confused, why did this group of route walkers have to take the original route to accept the exploitation? It wouldn't be impossible to get through if they took a slight turn this way. Didn't they come over here?
Tim thought about it for a moment. Although the drive was long and it took more than an hour to walk after getting off the car, the group of people walking on the line could even cross half of the Americas, so it was not less than an hour, right?
Then he soon realized that his thinking was too superficial, because when he followed Schiller up the mountain on the path, he saw a camouflage backpack in the jungle.
He leaned over and took a look out of curiosity, only to find that there was another person under the backpack. He looked like he had been dead for at least a month.
Tim quickly retracted his gaze and continued walking forward. He saw another crossbow arrow stuck in a tree. It didn't look like a very professional arrow, but more like a homemade arrow made by some poachers. Tim stretched his head again.
I looked into the bushes and saw no one this time, but I saw two coats with blood on them.
If nothing else, something must have happened to these two people.
The journey up the mountain lasted only ten minutes, and with his keen observation skills, Tim discovered at least five murder scenes.
Now he understands a little bit why no one goes here anymore. If you take the original route, you may just lose money, but if you try to 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 taken by ordinary people, but a route chosen by some desperadoes with a mission."
Tim nodded, and he also discovered that the road here is not that difficult, but the problem is that a road that is not difficult to walk and can sneak into the country more efficiently is never left to
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 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 for you, 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 that 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 to browse 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 are not legal residents anyway. Since they are not legal, then 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. He waved his hand and signaled Tim to pick the lock. Tim went over to take a look and found that the lock was not complicated at all. He opened it in just a few clicks.
There was a bit of dust when he opened the door, but to Tim's surprise, the house was quite nice 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 inside 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 fully equipped 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 confused, 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 were eyeing them on the mountain road come and live in this house?
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door.
Tim immediately became more vigilant, 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 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 was 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...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 pressed the kettle while saying, "Without Hydra, where would SHIELD come from?"
Tim felt like a mess was 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."
You can significantly increase your 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 S.H.I.E.L.D. is..."
"I mean, S.H.I.E.L.D. is made up of Hydra. Without Hydra, how could there be S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
