After leaving Notland's casino, Logan and Victor returned to the apartment to drink and drink all night long, chatting about each other's past, until they fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.
At noon, Logan was awakened by a phone call from Samuel, who urged him to go back quickly. The goods had been unloaded and they had to start their return journey.
Before leaving, Logan left Victor his phone number, hoping to keep in touch with Victor.
Back at the previous warehouse, Samuel and the other three were obviously up all night, but there was no sign of fatigue on their faces. They looked very excited from the night's gambling.
The road back to Santa Fe was much easier than when we came here. There was no cargo in the car, so the burden was less. Logan didn't need to be as cautious and nervous as when he set out.
After a day of galloping, we still only covered half of the distance.
This time, Logan was no longer harsh and found a hotel to rest for the night. After replenishing his energy, he set off again.
Leaving Nevada and returning to the deserted avenues of Santa Fe City, the temperature became noticeably hotter.
Logan looked up at the scorching sun hanging in the sky and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Even though it was almost autumn, the temperature in Santa Fe City was still high, but fortunately Logan had adapted.
On the way, Logan followed Samuel and chatted about trivial matters. It was not until the evening that the four of them officially returned to San Antonio and returned to the Lawrence family's logistics warehouse.
But they didn't meet Chris right away.
After Samuel's phone inquiry, they learned that Chris was busy today, but the other party had sent a special person in charge to send them money and asked them to wait where they were.
The few people had no objections and waited at the entrance of the warehouse smoking cigarettes. After waiting for nearly an hour, they saw the belated person in charge.
Each person's remuneration of 20,000 yuan did not get any more just because Logan was the team leader.
After touching the thick envelope and confirming that the amount inside was correct, Logan couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
This mission is now completely over.
"Aren't you curious, what kind of goods are we sending?"
Samuel counted the money and looked at Logan who was about to leave and asked.
When they first took on the mission, they were very curious about the goods in the truck, but due to Chris's instructions, they never opened it without permission.
"Not interested."
Logan shook his head indifferently, "I only use money to do things, and I don't care about other things."
He is not a young man. Nearly two hundred years of experience have allowed him to develop the habit of never meddling in other people's business. Many things may not necessarily need to be cleared away.
"Well, actually we don't know what it is."
Samuel shrugged, stuffed the envelope into his pocket, and whispered: "But the reward is so high every time, I guess the things inside must not be simple, and may even be contraband."
A trip of three or four days can earn an average person several months' worth of rewards. Even a fool knows that the things there are definitely not good things.
However, although they are curious, years of wandering have also taught them that it is better to do less than to do more, and it is better not to know many things.
Moreover, Chris would know all the details of their every trip afterwards. This also made Samuel understand that there must be Chris's spy in the team.
"Maybe." Logan shrugged nonchalantly, turned around and walked out of the warehouse door.
He was too lazy to waste his brain on such unimportant things. As long as he had the money, he didn't intend to stop.
Walking out of the warehouse, I found the Chrysler that had been stored here in the open parking lot outside.
The wind and sand in San Antonio are very strong. Even if we just stay here for a few days, the surface of the car will be covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.
Logan simply washed the vehicle at the automatic washing device next to the parking lot, and then went straight to the supermarket. Due to financial constraints, their expenses were very low before. Many daily necessities at home were in short supply. Their daily food was only simple butter potatoes or some cheap milk cereal.
Now that he has received a salary of 20,000 yuan, although it does not make him rich, Logan believes that it is necessary to slightly improve the environment at home, and at least let the professor and Caliban have a sumptuous dinner.
In the nearby supermarket, Logan bought a lot of things. In addition to some food that he was usually reluctant to eat, he also bought some daily necessities for the professor and Caliban.
After stuffing everything into the trunk, we drove out of the border and entered the familiar dilapidated factory.
It was already approaching evening, and the sun disappeared into the horizon, leaving a red afterglow that filled the sky.
The evening wind howled in the desert, and the fine sand swept across like raindrops.
The neglected abandoned factory looked extremely old in such an environment. Many wooden doors and windows had rotted away. The completely abandoned factory buildings around it were covered with rust. Many overwhelmed buildings had completely collapsed.
"We need to change to a better environment in the future."
Logan looked at the deserted factories and murmured in a low voice.
This place not only has a harsh environment, but also has the problem of a large temperature difference between day and night.
The scorching heat during the day can make the temperature here reach as high as 50 degrees. If you put an egg on the sand in the morning, you can have a cooked 'sand-boiled egg' at night.
The terrifying low temperature at night is comparable to the coming of winter.
If you are a young person, you may be able to tolerate such a harsh environment, but now the professor is too old, and this kind of environment is not suitable for the elderly to live for a long time.
But fortunately, these days are coming to an end soon. As long as he takes another mission from Chris, he will have enough capital to lead the professor out of this ghost place.
Just when Logan was looking forward to the future, the two black cars parked neatly outside the factory instantly broke his fantasy.
"Damn it!"
Logan's expression suddenly changed, he quickly stopped the car, carefully got out of the car and checked the two cars.
At first glance, you can tell that these two cars are expensive, and they are obviously cars for wealthy people.
Why would a wealthy person patronize such a shabby-looking factory?
Logan frowned and noticed the license plates of the two cars, which were local brands in Santa Fe City.
After seeing the license plate clearly, he relaxed slightly, "Fortunately, it's not Donald."
With a murmur, Logan no longer hesitated and rushed directly into the factory.
The dark factory building was lit by an incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling.
Under the incandescent lamp, Caliban sat on the sofa tremblingly, his neck curled up, his face full of panic.
Behind him, three sturdy bodyguards in black suits stood side by side, looking meticulous.
Opposite Caliban, a familiar figure sat.
He sat comfortably on the sofa, his hands spread out, resting on the back of the sofa, his legs crossed, and looking at Caliban opposite with a smile.
It wasn't until the sound of Logan opening the door was heard that he turned around with a smile and looked at Logan with squinted eyes, "James, you are finally back. How is the mission? Everything went well."
Logan frowned, "Chris, why are you here?"
Sitting on the sofa, holding Caliban in his arms, was none other than Chris Lawrence!
Logan didn't expect that the Lawrence family would find this place!
You know, since he became an Uber driver, his car has been his home all year round. He rarely comes back except when he needs to provide supplies.
But even though they were so careful, they were still discovered by the Lawrence family!
And
It's not a good thing that Chris comes to visit.