Chapter 2931

Because they didn't live for a long time, the luggage was not all taken out, and there wasn't much to pack. Tim finished it alone, and Schiller started looking for a house on Airbnb.

Most houses need to be booked in advance. For those that are popular, it is not certain that there will be a room even if booked months in advance. Now it is already 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 didn't doubt him, took their luggage, and went to find the car.

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

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

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

Mainly because the first half of the road was a big road, and later it started to turn around. Sometimes passing through the mountains, sometimes passing by the sea, the speed of the car naturally couldn't be increased. After driving for half a day, it finally stopped on a deserted beach.

Pamela started vomiting as soon as she got out of the car. She was not carsick, just the smell of leather in the car for so long made her stomach churn.

After getting out of the car, Tim took out his phone and looked. Good guy, southwest of San Diego, it's really almost Mexico.

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

But this is not over yet. They got out of the car, walked along the desolate coastline, went up and down the mountain along a small road, and then turned around the wind-eroded bay before seeing a lonely house with its back to the mountain and facing the sea.

The choice of this residence cannot be said to be luxurious and comfortable, it can only be said that the art is high and the courage is great.

Tim opened his phone to check. Good guy, they are now on the most popular illegal immigration route in the United States.

As everyone knows, countless people want to come to their dream kingdom in some irregular ways every year.

Because the country Canada on the head of the United States is also a developed country, and visas are not easy to get, they can only walk through the country under the butt of the United States, and Mexico is the most popular one among them.

Not to mention foreigners, Mexicans themselves are also trying their best to mix into the United States.

Although the border line between the United States and Mexico is long, it is not that every place can be crossed. Not to mention the patrolling border police, some places are too empty, and a person walking over can be seen from far away, and the terrain is very flat, so walls and nets can be built. Such places are certainly not the first choice.

Moreover, some states are relatively strict about immigration. Once discovered, repatriation is light. But relatively speaking, California's immigration atmosphere is relatively strong, and immigration laws are not so loose, and some people can even get a card after mixing for a few years.

Then to enter California, you can basically only walk through Baja California, and the first stop after entering the United States is the famous holy land for runaways, San Diego.

The reason why San Diego's crime rate is so high is inseparable from the excessive population mobility. Many illegal immigrants are exploited all the way, and after arriving here, they naturally try their best to return to the capital 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 three are now is a beach not far from this route.

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

Tim was a bit puzzled. Why must this group of people walking the line walk the original route to accept exploitation? It's not impossible to take a slight detour and walk here. Didn't they walk over?

Tim recalled. Although the car ride was long, it took more than an hour to walk after getting out of the car, but that group of people walking the line could even cross most of the Americas, so they wouldn't care about this hour, right?

Then soon he found that he thought too shallowly, because in the process of following Schiller up the mountain along the small road, he saw a camouflage backpack in the jungle.

He was a bit curious and leaned over to take a look, only to find that there was a person under the backpack, looking like he had been dead for at least a month.

Tim hurriedly retracted his gaze and continued to move forward. He saw a crossbow arrow stuck on a tree again, which didn't look like a professional arrow, but more like one made by some poachers. Tim leaned his head into the bushes again to take a look. This time he didn't see anyone, but saw two coats, and the coats were stained with blood.

If there is no accident, these two people must have had an accident.

The road up the mountain was only ten minutes, and Tim, with his keen observation, found at least five crime scenes.

Now he understands a little why everyone doesn't walk here. You might just lose money if you walk the original route, but you might lose your life if you develop a new route.

"This is also an illegal immigration route." Schiller seemed to see what Tim was thinking and explained to him, "But this is not walked by ordinary people, but a route chosen by some desperate people with tasks."

Tim nodded. He also discovered that the road here is not very difficult to walk, and the problem lies here. A road that is not difficult to walk and can illegally enter the country with higher efficiency will never be left to ordinary people.

Then Tim reacted and said, "But why do we want to come here?! We are not illegal immigrants!"

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

"There is someone over there." Pamela said suddenly. Obviously, she got information from the plants. She stood behind a tree with some vigilance and said, "They found us, should we solve them?"

"Is anyone paying you?"

"Uh..."

Schiller turned back and said, "You are not a killer, no one pays 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 I found it on the rental software?"

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

"I looked, but there was no suitable house on it, so I browsed the public reports of missing persons cases in California and found that the San Diego municipal 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, no matter what, it won't be a legal resident. Since it's not legal, we can also live there."

"Who do you think we will run into?"

Schiller shook his head and said nothing.

During their conversation, Pamela kept staring at the group of people she had discovered before. The other party found them, but didn't come up, and kept hiding in the bushes below.

They soon came to a flat ground, and the house was in front. Strangely, there were no defensive facilities around, and there was no movement in the house, looking like there was no one.

Schiller walked over swaggeringly. He waved his hand to signal 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 two or three times.

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

This 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 small cabin, the floor was dark brown wooden floor, the walls were painted white and blue, and there were several wooden support columns in the house, with some fishing nets and lifebuoys hanging on them, which was the style of a fisherman's cabin.

One bedroom downstairs, two bedrooms upstairs, exactly three rooms, kitchen and bathroom were all available, and there was a jet ski in the backyard. Ignoring the location of this house, this was a perfect vacation house.

Tim became more and more puzzled. Why would there be such a house in this place? Why was there just no one in the house? Why didn't the people who were eyeing them on the mountain road come to live in this house?

Suddenly, there was movement outside the door.

Tim immediately became vigilant, and Pamela also turned around. 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 who was the leader was about to say something, but the person behind her pulled her and said, "Okay, let's go somewhere else."

The two turned and left.

Tim narrowed his eyes as he watched their backs, and then fixed his gaze on Schiller. He asked, "They obviously know you, what is going on?"

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

"Mercenaries? Killers? Terrorists?"

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

"Uh... isn't it the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"

"No, unlike yours, this organization is called Hydra here."

Tim widened his eyes immediately. When he looked at Schiller, Schiller was leaning against the window, watching the spray of waves under the cliff.

"Are you a member of Hydra?"

Schiller nodded with a smile.

"I am so surprised." Pamela rolled her eyes, walked to the sofa and sat down, saying, "I take back my previous evaluation. Nick letting me hit you with cabbage doesn't count as mean."

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

Pamela seemed to suddenly hear Schiller's implication. She widened her eyes and looked at Schiller, saying, "You mean Nick is also... but, wait a minute, isn't he the director of S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

"He is."

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

"Why not?"

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

Tim felt that his brain was stirred into a paste, but he still conscientiously thought about it and said, "Raising bandits to respect oneself? Putting Hydra into the United States, so S. H. I. E. L. D. has work to do, and can also significantly improve its importance."

"That period has already passed." Schiller said, "You can imagine Nick as even more mean."

Tim couldn't understand.

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

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

"I mean, S. H. I. E. L. D. is composed of Hydra. Without Hydra, how could there be S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

Tim's brain completely crashed.