Wesley walked at a moderate pace, moving at the pace of a normal person, especially at night. It took Wesley two hours to get close, and then he climbed a small mound to observe. Through the night-vision camera, he adjusted the focus and took some photos.
Then, he did not leave. Instead, he lay here and waited. At the same time, he made some disguises for his surroundings. He was prepared to stay here for a long time and search for firsthand information.
With a water bottle and some bread, Wesley was ready to fight for a long time. He tried his best to look like a reporter who had forgotten to eat and sleep for the news.
For three days, Wesley was stuck here like a nail. The camouflage around him was good and no one noticed him. There were no guards patrolling the area. It was a closed base. It was hard to see anything outside, but that was what Wesley wanted.
Then, on the morning of the fourth day, he left slowly and returned to the car. There was a lot of dust on the car. Wesley sat in the car, looking travel-worn. Although he had no physical problems, he looked very sorry.
He didn't show up for three days in a row. His phone was full of messages from Kayla asking about him. Wesley didn't drive home. Instead, he arrived at the company looking miserable. After entering the company, if he hadn't shown his ID, the security guards would have thrown him out.
Covered in yellow dust, he came into the office. "Wesley? What happened to you?" Kayla exclaimed. Her voice attracted everyone's attention. Miss Kate Grant heard him and came over.
"Wesley? You came to work like this?" Miss Kate Grant was very particular about everything. She tried to stay away from Wesley.
Wesley, on the other hand, sat down in his seat without a care in the world. Then he took out his camera, turned on the laptop on his desk, and said, "I went looking for materials, of course. I lurked for three days and found nothing."
"Not found?" Kayla was puzzled, and so were the people around her.
"That's right, but I didn't find anything. There was no movement in a paramilitary base for three days. Isn't that a problem? What are they doing in the closed base? This is the U.S. mainland. What about the training of the military base? What about the supplies? And I didn't see anything outside for three days. This base is like a dead city. What does this mean? And I found it because of the aliens. I don't know if nature was discovered, so I have to write the article now, otherwise I may not have a chance in the future."
The computer was turned on and Wesley hurriedly began to write the article. At the same time, he entered the photos he had taken into the computer. He used a digital camera, which was very convenient. Kayla stood behind him and watched curiously.
Most of the military base had to be underground, which was easy to see from the photos. Wesley's angle of shooting was good. The front door was slightly to the left, and there were a lot of photos with specific times on them. Wesley had deliberately circled those times.
An article was written in less than half an hour. Wesley breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "Okay, the article is here. Now I need to go home and have a good sleep. I'm exhausted." Wesley got up and left, and the article was naturally handled.
Wesley returned home, cleaned himself up, and then went online. He was not sleepy. Even if he did not sleep for a few more days, it would not be a problem. He now needed to know if the Supernatural Operations Department was watching him. Apple would invade directly and check the other party's movements.
It seemed that they really did not notice him. The department did not move at all and continued to monitor every move in the city as usual. Wesley, on the other hand, was very satisfied and waited to see if they could sit still after the article was published.
The next day, the article was published with the title "The Mysterious Place" and indicated that it was followed by the previous article. The reader waited for a few days while word of mouth spread and the entire city was talking about the aliens.
The Supernatural Operations Department naturally received news about this, but they didn't pay much attention to it. Many reporters would do this to attract the attention of their readers. However, it was different this time. Today's article actually had a photo of their base, and the angle of the photo was nearby, which surprised them.
Hank Henshaw, the person in charge here, was a black man, but he was actually an alien. No one knew this secret yet. He was from Mars and came to Earth because he escaped. He had the ability to transform and could disguise himself as anyone.
"Who is this Wesley Gibson?" he asked in the technical department.
On the other hand, the technical department began to look it up in the database of the intelligence system. It was easy to find information about Wesley and the places he had been. Everything was recorded. Of course, these were all faked by Apple, but there was no difference between them and the real thing. And people nowadays rely too much on the Internet. With such detailed information and experiences, they naturally don't visit the site. Especially in Wesley's resume, he has been to too many places.
"Two people visit them and tell them not to talk in the newspaper. Bring this person back if necessary." Hank Henshaw gave the order. Their department is trying to hide the existence of aliens, and now it has been analyzed. This is a major mistake.
Readers, on the other hand, were jubilant. They had finally seen the follow-up article, and the analysis in the article was all about the right path. It was a thrilling journey from the beginning of the tracking, like an adventure novel. However, according to the reporter's evidence, all of this was true, so Wesley became a reporter who dared to pursue the truth. For readers, they liked such reporters and could bring them more real news.
Wesley Gibson could be considered famous among readers. He had been lurking for three days in a row. This alone was very commendable. This gave Wesley a heroic aura, and everyone liked heroes, especially heroes among civilians.
However, there was also trouble. The morning after the article was published, Wesley had just arrived at the company when two men in suits entered the company and came directly to Wesley.
The ID they showed was FBI. "Mr. Wesley Gibson, we have some ideas to talk to you about reporting. Do you have time?" They said it politely, but their expressions were cold.
"Sorry, I'm working. You can discuss it with my boss. I think she will give you the answer." Wesley was not afraid of them. Instead, he asked them to find Miss Kate Grant.