Not only that, he also noticed that these people’s bodies were different from ordinary humans.
They were nearly two meters tall, and their muscles were two to three times those of a normal bodybuilder, making them look almost like mannequins.
Even their eyeballs wouldn’t move.
Rather than calling them human, it would be more fitting to describe them as “walking corpses.”
Iker also noticed this.
Moreover, he used his military intuition to sense the danger in this place.
“The setup of the checkpoints and the supervisory mechanisms here are just like those in the military. These green people must have been deliberately created by someone.”
They must have been soldiers from Chulae before, but for some unknown reason, they had turned into this horrifying, ghostly appearance.
What exactly did the person behind this want to do?
Regardless, it certainly wasn’t anything good. Since they had discovered it, they felt obligated to stop any wrongdoing!
“What are they carrying? What exactly is in those plastic barrels?”
Cheyenne was curious about what they had gone to such lengths to fly in.
Her question was soon answered.
During the transportation, one of the carriers couldn’t withstand the weight, and the barrel unexpectedly fell from his shoulder.
With a clang-
It cracked slightly.
The black liquid inside rushed out, soaking into the soil.
The supervisor, seeing this, cursed loudly and harshly whipped the green person.
However, the man acted as if he felt no pain, standing motionless.
“Useless, you can’t even carry this little, hurry up and lift the barrel.”
The barrel was picked up again, the liquid that had spilled onto the ground was dark and sticky, and Iker guessed it was probably oil.
“What do you think?”
“I agree with you, it’s undoubtedly oil.”
But why were they transporting so much oil?
At that moment, a news story Iker had seen not long ago came to mind.
“It’s smuggling!”
“A few years ago, the surrounding area of 100 miles off the coast of Vrisa and Crada was always a hotbed for smuggling and trafficking oil.”
Don’t underestimate this black liquid; oil is known as “the lifeblood of industry,” and a lack of oil would inevitably paralyze a country’s system.
Vrisa itself had a relatively weak industrial system, but it was close to the Strait of Malacca.
Every year, many ships from Jostrana imported oil from Africa, passing through the Strait of Malacca back to the country.
At sea, many pirates specifically targeted Jostrana’s oil transport ships to hijack them and then sell the oil to countries around the world.
The profit margin from this was astonishing.
Relative to other countries, Vrisa was more secluded, with many forests and rivers inland, making it an excellent hiding place for pirates.
“Could the people here be pirates?”
Iker shook his head.
“I don’t think so!”
Pirates who spent years drifting and fighting at sea developed a free, unruly, and ferocious character.
But this group seemed well-trained and lacked the bandit vibe.
“Let’s keep observing.”
“Okay.”
After transporting the oil, the magnificent gates closed again, and the helicopter started its propellers and quickly departed.
The leaves caught in the air spun slowly as they fell to the ground.
The dust settled.
Everything returned to how it was before, and the guards changed shifts again.
“They seem to change shifts every two hours, so starting now, the next changes are at 4 AM, 6 AM, 8 AM, 10 AM…”
And the most convenient time for them to act would be late at night, best from 2 AM to 4 AM.
“Alright, let’s go back and meet up with Araceli now, and come back here at 2 AM.”
Cheyenne said, struggling to get up from Kelvin’s arms.
“Okay.”
They followed the same route back, and on the way, the trio discovered another surprise.
That was a small ditch flowing toward the prison; whether it was the wastewater inside or the river water outside, it all met here.
“Let’s follow the river to the end and see.”
Iker decisively said.
“Okay.”
“Why is it like this, flowing in the opposite direction?”
Cheyenne’s knowledge of geography was average when she studied, but she knew that rivers generally flow from top to bottom. However, this river was a bit peculiar-it flowed from bottom to top.
Iker, on the other hand, had more outdoor experience than her and had already seen such things before.
“In fact, rivers don’t necessarily always flow from high to low. Besides the terrain, they are also influenced by the local magnetic field.”
The current reverse flow of this river might be due to the local magnetic field rather than the terrain. Rivers behave like this when they are influenced.
To test Iker’s theory, Kelvin took out his phone and found a little feature called “compass.” He had initially thought this feature was useless, so he hadn’t used it much. Unexpectedly, it came in handy now.
“Look, the compass is off.”
The compass on the phone screen kept swaying.
Iker smiled faintly, touched his nose, and said to Foley with both pride and modesty, “Reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. What do you think, Mr. Foley?”
Kelvin put away his phone, unwilling to admit that Iker indeed had some skills.
“Oh, it’s just a little knowledge. I don’t think Master Iker would be so shallow.”
Iker: “…”
Shallow? Then why didn’t he answer earlier?
Cheyenne was speechless. Was she taking two elementary school kids out for a trip? Everything had to be carried by her!
Fortunately, amidst their quarrels and disputes, they didn’t delay the main task.
After walking upstream for about ten minutes, the three of them saw a huge power plant at the end of the river. Like the prison they encountered earlier, this place was also surrounded by people and heavily guarded.
“Wasn’t this power plant abandoned long ago? They’ve actually put it back into use.”
With electricity, they could set up a separate signal network base, and all equipment needed electricity support. Cheyenne couldn’t help but admire-they were more like a small country than a criminal organization!
“Mark the location, let’s go.”
This power plant might be useful to them later.
Without a pen, Iker immediately cut his fingertip with a knife and left a drop of blood on the map as a marker.
After doing all this, the three of them returned to the small fishing village as planned.
On the other side, Araceli had safely taken Paisley and Baylee to the small island, bringing along a device.
“A listening device.”
“This thing is good. If we gather criminal evidence, we can directly send it back to headquarters.”
Each person took one, immediately hiding the listening device on themselves.
Araceli also inquired about their findings. Iker briefly explained, and then they waited for nightfall to take action.