Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 515 - 284: Today is the Right Place to Come! (Two-in-One, Supplement)
Chapter 515: Chapter 284: Today is the Right Place to Come! (Two-in-One, Supplement)
The Rocky Mountains are the backbone of the Cordillera mountain range in North America, stretching from British Columbia, Canada, all the way to New Mexico in the southwestern United States, covering over 4,800 kilometers. The terrain is vast and lacks vegetation, and it is the source of nearly all major rivers in North America, fostering countless lives.
Of course, most of those lives had already become history, or their scalps were on display in museums.
A small base, hidden among these mountain ranges, was hard to pinpoint.
But that was no problem for Brian.
No matter how concealed the base was, necessities such as eating, drinking, and excreting had to be managed, and managing them would produce smells. With smells, Brian’s search was unstoppable.
He had previously encountered a team of Spider Beastification People who were carrying out missions from the base a few hundred kilometers away from Los Angeles.
At that time, Brian was still unsure of the exact location of the base.
However, during his trip to White Elephant Country, an FBI base there was raided by a Mutant of strength comparable to a Second Rank life, which triggered an explosion in the base’s ammunition depot, causing significant disturbance and heavily damaging the FBI base.
Although it was officially claimed to be just a minor natural gas cavity explosion, it could not fool NW, also an official organization.
When Susan was gossiping with Brian, she told him about the approximate location.
Based on electronic maps, Brian finally confirmed that this base was the research facility on Beastification People jointly operated by the FBI and the Beast Pavilion Organization - Zion National Park:
Zion National Park, a large national park spanning 593 square kilometers near Springdale in the southwestern state of Utah, United States, features a typical canyon landscape primarily composed of canyons, deserts, riverine forests, and coniferous forests.
During his student years, Brian had visited this place with classmates.
Mainly, it was to photograph the Golden Eagles.
The park had many birds and mammals, but the most famous were the Golden Eagles. In addition, one could spot mule deer, pumas, bats, and more.
Some of the overhead views of the terrain were also spectacular:
The rare terrain combined with a rich ecological environment resulted in many self-driving tourists visiting this area annually.
They would traverse the entire park to reach the other side as a way to mark their visit.
Frankly, the size of this park was not large.
It was no more than 24 kilometers long; for Brian, it would only take about ten minutes to cross, and that was considering the terrain affecting his speed; otherwise, it would take even less time.
He couldn’t quite understand why, among so many uninhabited areas, the FBI chose a national park to build a base.
This place was hardly convenient for transport; with numerous tourists coming and going, it was less concealed than the underground base where NW was located.
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Several hours later.
The plane landed, arriving at Springdale. freёweɓnovel.com
From the airport, one could see many tour groups wearing the same hats, and outside the simple airport, there were plenty of buses and taxis waiting to overcharge the tourists.
This kind of tourist area typically had a developed car rental business.
Similar small advertisements could be seen everywhere.
When Brian went out, a long-haired man handed him a little card advertising companionship for eating, drinking, playing, camping, and sleeping called "Spicy Tour Guide for Fun in the Park," with pictures of sultry ladies on the back.
"Hey, buddy, traveling alone is too boring. Look, if you need it, you can call me. I provide a full pick-up and drop-off service, plus you can sign a contract for guaranteed safety..."
The long-haired man babbled a whole lot.
He suggested that the female ’guides’ not only saved on guide fees but also ensured he wouldn’t be ripped off and were securely intimate.
Honestly, it was pretty clever business.
Usually, single men seduced by such pitches could be easily swayed, especially since hiring a guide alone wasn’t cheap, not to mention all the additional services offered made it great value for money.
Of course, it was a scam.
A knife hangs above the character for lust.
If you really purchased this service, just wait to enjoy the whole array of being ripped off.
Don’t expect to leave without maxing out your credit card.
But Brian wasn’t put off by the hustle. In any country or region, those who dared to do this business were usually the local slick veterans who were very familiar with the local situation and even had some connections; otherwise, they would have been caught long ago.
He needed to get some information from these people.
Brian glanced around, flicked the card in his hand: "I heard there was a big explosion in the park a few days ago, is it still safe to go in?"
The long-haired man shrugged, "Just a minor accident. They said there was a natural gas mine underground that blew up. The government has deployed experts to investigate, ensuring it’s an extremely unlikely event with no further dangers, otherwise, the park wouldn’t be open."
Brian nodded, flicked the card away: "That’s good to hear, but I’m not interested in women. I’m here to see the Golden Eagles, they are quite majestic. I mean, if I want close-up shots of these cuties, do you have a way?"
"Golden Eagles?"
This was the first time the long-haired man had encountered such a client.
He glanced over Brian’s clothing, shaking his head, "Sorry, we only do legitimate business, but you might want to check out Jenny’s Bar. There are lots of old drunks familiar with the park there. Maybe someone would accompany you for some drink money."
"Thanks."
