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Chapter 15 Chris Visits

After leaving the casino in Notland, Logan and Victor returned to the apartment and drank all night, talking about their past, until they fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

At noon, Logan was awakened by a call from Samuel, who urged him to go back quickly because the cargo 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 in the warehouse, Samuel and the other two had obviously not slept all night, but there was no sign of fatigue on their faces. The whole night of gambling made them look very excited.

The journey back to Santa Fe was much easier than the journey here. Without the cargo on the car, the burden was less, and Logan didn't need to be as cautious and tense as when he set out.

After a day's gallop, we have still only traveled half the distance.

This time Logan was no longer demanding. He found a hotel to rest for a night, and only set off again after he had regained enough energy.

Leaving Nevada and returning to the deserted road in Santa Fe, 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 is almost autumn, the temperature in Santa Fe is still high, but fortunately Logan has adapted to it.

On the way, Logan chatted with Samuel about some 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 see Chris right away.

After Samuel called to inquire, they learned that Chris had something to do today, but the other party had already sent a special person in charge to give them money and asked them to wait there.

The few of them had no objections and waited at the warehouse door while smoking. They waited for nearly an hour before they saw the latecomer in charge.

The remuneration of 20,000 per person did not allow Logan to get more just because he was the team leader.

After touching the thick envelope and confirming that the amount inside was correct, Logan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This mission has now come to an end.

"Aren't you curious about what we're delivering?"

Samuel counted the money and asked Logan who was about to leave.

When they first took on the mission, they were very curious about the cargo in the truck, but due to Chris's instructions, they did not open it without permission to check.

"Not interested in."

Logan shook his head nonchalantly, "I only do things for money, I don't care about other things."

He is not a young man. His nearly two hundred years of experience have made him develop the habit of never meddling in other people's affairs. Many things do not necessarily need to be cleared away.

"Well, we don't know what that is."

Samuel shrugged, put the envelope in his pocket, and whispered, "But the reward is so high every time. I guess the things inside must be something special, maybe even contraband."

A journey of three or four days can earn an ordinary person several months' worth of compensation. Even a fool knows that the things in there are definitely not good things.

However, although they are curious, years of experience have taught them that it is better to have less trouble than more, and it is better not to know many things.

Moreover, Chris knew every detail of their itinerary afterwards, which made Samuel understand that there must be Chris's spies in the team.

"Maybe." Logan shrugged indifferently, turned and walked out of the warehouse door.

He was too lazy to waste his brain on these unimportant things, and as long as the money was in hand, he had no intention of stopping.

Walking out of the warehouse, I found the Chrysler that had been stored there in the open parking lot outside.

The wind and sand in San Antonio are very strong. Even if you just stay here for a few days, the surface of the car will be covered with a thick layer of yellow sand.

Logan washed the car briefly in the automatic washing device beside the parking lot, and then went straight to the supermarket. Because of the financial difficulties, their expenses were very low before, and many daily necessities at home were in short supply. The daily food was just simple butter potatoes, or some cheap milk cereal.

Now that he has received a reward of 20,000, although it cannot make him rich, Logan thinks it is necessary to improve the environment at home a little bit, at least to let the professor and Caliban have a sumptuous dinner.

In a nearby supermarket, Logan bought a lot of things. In addition to some food that he usually couldn't bear to eat, he also bought some daily necessities for the professor and Caliban.

After stuffing everything into the trunk, we drove across the border and into the familiar, dilapidated factory.

It was almost evening, and the sun that had set into the horizon left a red afterglow across the sky.

The evening wind howled in the desert, and the fine sand swept by like raindrops.

The abandoned factory, which no one cares about, looks extremely old in such an environment. Many of its wooden doors and windows have decayed, the completely abandoned factory buildings around it are covered in rust, and many buildings that could not bear the weight have completely collapsed.

"I'll have to move to a better environment in the future."

Logan looked at the deserted factory and muttered to himself.

Not only is the environment in this place harsh, but there is also a large temperature difference between day and night.

The scorching heat during the day can make the temperature here approach 50 degrees. If you put an egg on the sand in the early morning, you can eat a cooked "sand-boiled egg" in the evening.

The horribly low temperatures at night are like the arrival of a cold winter.

If it were a young person, he might be able to tolerate such a harsh environment, but now the professor is too old, and such an environment is not suitable for the elderly to live in for a long time.

Fortunately, these days will soon be over. As long as he gets another task from Chris, he will have enough money to lead the professor away from this damn place.

Just as Logan was looking forward to the future, two black cars parked neatly outside the factory instantly shattered his fantasy.

"Damn it!"

Logan's face suddenly changed. He quickly stopped the car and got out carefully to check the two cars.

You can tell at first glance that these two cars are very expensive and are obviously the cars of rich people.

Why would rich people patronize a factory that looks so shabby?
Logan frowned and noticed the license plates of the two cars, which were local license plates of Santa Fe City.

After seeing the license plate clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's not Donald."

With a murmur, Logan no longer hesitated and rushed directly into the factory.

The dim factory was illuminated by an incandescent lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Under the incandescent light, Caliban sat trembling on the sofa, his neck shrunk, his face full of fear.

Behind him, three burly bodyguards in black suits stood side by side, looking meticulous.

Opposite Caliban, sat a familiar figure.

He sat comfortably on the sofa, with his hands open on the backrest, legs crossed, and looked at Caliban opposite with a smile on his face.

Only after hearing the sound of Logan opening the door did he turn around with a smile and squinted his eyes at Logan, "James, you are finally back. How was the mission? Everything went well."

Logan frowned, "Chris, why are you here?"

The person sitting on the sofa, holding Caliban in a clamp, 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 become his home all year round. Except when he needs to deliver supplies here, he seldom comes back.

But even though we were so careful, we were still discovered by the Lawrence family!
And
Chris coming to my door is not a good thing.
(End of this chapter)