The friends who went into the city to inquire brought back their most intuitive feelings about this town.

When Frank heard this news, he waved his fist excitedly, it should be this place.

It seems that this town is indeed weird, and there must be a problem with the research institute of which Pan American agricultural development company.

"Are there many Yan country people in the city?"

He asked casually, but unexpectedly, several spies sent out nodded suddenly at the same time.

"It's very many! Although those people are already trying to integrate into the local area, they can still see the difference at a glance."

"Oh? How do you say it?"

Frank asked with a smile, and the Latin American guy across from him scratched his head.

"Because those guys are wearing glasses!"

'puff!'

Hearing this guy's answer, Frank's coffee he had just drunk was sprayed out.

But when I think about it, although this answer is very simple and crude, it makes sense.

That's right, those Yan people do wear glasses.

Poor children, this is related to their fiercely competitive cramming education.

When it comes to research on Yan Kingdom, although Frank dared not call himself an expert, it was not much different.

He had previously studied the social ecology of Yan Country, which was a very competitive society.

All parents have very high expectations for their children and hope that they can become big shots.

So they invest a lot in education, but their education system is very problematic.

Cumulative education kills children's imagination and creativity.

But you have to say that this seemingly rigid education model has trained a large number of engineers for them.

Let their economy take off for thirty years.

On the other hand, North America and Europe, which advocate free education, are now facing serious polarization problems.

On the one hand, the elites who have received higher education are indeed very powerful, but ordinary people are extremely anti-intellectual.

Because most of those guys receive so-called happy education, but this kind of happy education has indeed harmed many children.

"That's right, most people in Yan wear glasses!"

After getting off the ground, Frank came to his senses and nodded to express his appreciation for the young man.

"Okay, now we're on the topic. Today we're aiming to be this pasture near the Guaña River to the south of the town."

“This ranch, and the plantation next to it, were developed by Pan American agricultural.”

"And there is a very large research center in this ranch. I have viewed this research center with satellites before."

"It can accommodate more than 500 people working at the same time. I have always suspected that those Yan people are selling dog meat here with the title of sheep."

"In such a remote town, what do you think they are studying?"

"So I highly doubt that there are some unknown secrets hidden in this institute. Today our job is to rush in and investigate this secret clearly..."

"Of course we can't force ourselves, we have to outwit our minds..."

Soon Frank led his men to formulate a combat plan.

Then the group of people took ten cars and drove towards the direction of the ranch.

To be honest, it was a very upsetting journey.

Because there is basically no paved road here, it is all dirt roads.

Recently, it has been rainy here again, and it will rain every now and then.

So the road here can be described as muddy.

The best way to get in and out of here is by railways or airplanes.

Unfortunately, their identities are very sensitive now, so no one dares to take the train.

As for the plane, there is no need to think about it.

When Frank was working at the Jefferson Institute in the past, he might have been able to borrow one or two of them with his own special background.

But now he is a wanted criminal, so there is no need to think about it.

We set off at around 5 o'clock in the evening, and it was only a few dozen kilometers away, but they walked for more than three hours.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening before we arrived at the ranch.

The pastures and plantations are all dark, and the workers should have gone back to rest.

And they headed straight to the north of the ranch, close to the laboratory on the Guaña River.

There was no defense on the periphery of the laboratory, which made Frank feel ecstatic.

It seems that those guys never expected that someone would come here!

The group secretly lurked to a place more than 300 meters away from the laboratory, and then Johnson half-squatted on the ground.

Take out a remote-controlled drone from the backpack behind him, and throw it into the sky with his hand.

The drone was very mid-air and soon hovered above the institute.

Several of them hid in the bushes and watched the images sent back by the drone.

The institute is a back-shaped building, all of which are two-story buildings.

At this time, most of the windows in the laboratory were pitch black, with only five or six rooms still on.

Johnson remotely controlled the drone and quietly landed in front of the windows and peeked inside.

There are indeed some scientific researchers doing experiments inside.

But they couldn't see clearly what they were studying.

Feeling that the time was almost over, Franco nodded at him.

Johnson pressed the button and saw the drone rushing towards a corner of the laboratory.

Then he hit the exterior wall of the laboratory and sparked a spark in the drone.

The wall it hit quickly burned, and in a short while, a fire ignited into the sky.

Soon an alarm sounded in the laboratory, and then all the researchers in the research institute ran out one after another.

Some of the big guys were calling the police with their phones, while others were shouting and calling others to go to put out the fire together.

Unfortunately, the fire is getting stronger and stronger, and no matter how hard it is, it cannot be controlled.

After a while, a house in the laboratory burned up.

When those people saw that the fire was no longer controlled, they could only call on the researchers to rush in and rescue important information.

At this time, there were waves of sirens sounding on the road far away, and two fire trucks were rushing towards this side quickly.

Seeing the two fire trucks, Frank knew that their people were there.

However, he was still a little worried, hoping that the Latin American faces he specially arranged on the fire truck could be fooled.

I am afraid that these Yan people will be too smart. If they see through it, the situation will be difficult.

Maybe they will use tough measures, and large-scale casualties will be inevitable.

Once the trouble reaches that point, he also makes a plan.

It is not feasible to return to Bogota, and they can still grit their teeth and go all the way south.

He rushed directly to the territory of Brazil, and there he arranged for people to pick them up.

But what he couldn't guarantee was whether the group of people who responded to him would change their minds at that time...
Chapter completed!