Chapter 1887

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Mentioning the first base always brought Wyatt back to the thought that Mr.

Maverick was actually King. It was clear now that everything that had happened in the last few days was part of a well-laid plan. Yet, Mr. Maverick's real motive remained a mystery. Wyatt wore a serious expression, hoping more than anything that Trevor was safe.

He took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulder at James in the backseat, as if seeking his take on the situation.

"Keep going," James said, his voice steady and calm. The stranger things got, the more it seemed like they were headed in the right direction.

Wyatt nodded, pushing the SUV onward and using the communicator to urge the team trailing them to stay close.

For a while, the car was silent until Mirabella broke the quiet. "Have you ever been inside the secret room at the first base?" she asked Miles.

"Yeah, once... It was a total fluke that year," he replied.

Back then, Miles was almost turned into a lab rat by the first base. Saved by the godfather, he had stumbled upon that secret room, spending an entire day and night there before managing to escape. That's why his memory of the place was so vivid.

"Besides the map you mentioned, what else was in there?" Mirabella asked. She'd never set foot in that secret room but had a hunch it held the key to the first base's secrets.

"There was a stone platform," Miles recalled. "Not much else, really. Pretty plain, but I remember a sunken round hole in the center, like some kind of key slot. No idea if there's more to it." ? ? ? ?s, ?s? s Find★Novel.net

At the time, Miles was more focused on staying alive than unraveling mysteries. Mirabella listened, absentmindedly fiddling with her jacket collar, her thoughts whirling. The map likely pointed to the route to the clan, and the stone platform and key... these seemed to tie back to the Stevenson family.

Miles, catching a glimpse of the godfather's silence in the rearview mirror, spoke up again, “Want me to get someone to dig into that secret room once we have a signal?"

Mirabella snapped back to the moment and, after a short pause, shook her head. "No need."

The answer was hidden in the Stevenson family's forbidden grounds and would soon come to light.

"Okay then," Miles said, leaving it at that.

over

The SUVS snaked through the mountain forest, but the road soon disappeared. Towering trees formed a thick canopy, blocking out the light and casting a gloomy shadow everything With no satellite signat with and useless compasses, it felt like they'd stepped into another world. The vehicles couldn't go any further, so they all had to get out.

Wyatt was well-versed in the wild, and the team he brought was specially trained, so the dense forest wasn't too daunting.

"Make sure they don't wander off," Mirabella advised as they entered the forest, her tone casual yet edged with seriousness.

"Is there a problem?" James asked, looking at her.

Mirabella glanced up, her lips pressed into a thin line. "This place has ancient traps. Get lost here, and you might never find your way out."

Wyatt, hearing this, immediately sidled closer to her, signaling his team to stay sharp. There was no reason to doubt Mirabella.

She raised an eyebrow and simply said, "Just follow me."

With that, she led the way into the forest. Wyatt watched her go, then looked at James, surprise flickering in his eyes. "Ms. Mirabella seems to know this place..."

Before he could finish, James cut him off, "Less talk, more action." Wyatt clammed up immediately, knowing he'd been brushed off.

Soon, everyone fell in line, defensive gear in place, following closely. The deeper they ventured, the more surreal it felt, unlike any ordinary forest

whene

was as if theyd stepped

into another realm where dimness

and chill were their only

companions.

After an indeterminable time, the dark canopy overhead gave way to normal daylight, and their view expanded. In the distance a small village nestled in the valley, surrounded by forest. It was early

spring, and cherry blossoms

blanketed the landscape, a true

hidden paradise.

Mirabella looked at the scene, feeling a deep, unshakeable melancholy instead of peace. Just then, Wyatt's excited voice broke the stillness, "Is that the plane the archaeology team used?"