American homeless people, surviving in the city

Chapter 136 Methods of Connecting with the Outside World

"Do you have any other thoughts?"

In this environment, the young man, with his clear logic and understanding of cults, had initially gained Lynch's trust. Lynch didn't want to wander around aimlessly looking for car keys, so he gestured for the young man to continue.

The young man quickly organized his thoughts: "Since escaping from here might be difficult for the time being, why don't we try contacting the outside world and seeking rescue?"

"But as I've already said, my phone was lost in the accident." Lynch felt this plan was unlikely to succeed. "Besides, you just mentioned that the police might not take this case, right? Who can we ask for help?"

"You can ask my dad!" At this moment, Sylvia, who had finally recovered a little from the shock and fear, heard the conversation between the two and realized that this matter was related to the chance of being rescued. She quickly whispered behind Lynch.

Lin Qi turned around, winked at her to indicate that he had heard her, and then turned back to wait for the young man's response.

His intuition told him that this person must know more valuable information.

As expected, the young man immediately replied, "Both of your questions can be solved."

"First of all, although you don't have a cell phone, and our cell phones were confiscated when we were kidnapped, the signal in this valley is extremely poor. Even if we still had cell phones, we probably wouldn't be able to make any calls."

"But precisely because of this, it has become extremely difficult for the cultists to contact the outside world. Therefore, I have personally witnessed several cultists responsible for guarding us here using a special telephone to contact the outside world. It should have been a satellite phone."

"Although the basement was extremely dark, I don't think my eyes are mistaken. They frequently used that satellite phone to communicate with the outside world, and many different people have used it."

"Therefore, that satellite phone was likely a piece of equipment specifically provided to this underground prison by the cult, and it is very likely still in this cabin!"

"Once you find that satellite phone, you'll be able to easily contact the outside world!"

"As for who to ask for help..."

This time, the young man hesitated for a few seconds before speaking with a wry smile: "Regarding this question, I'm afraid I have to introduce myself. I didn't introduce myself before because I was afraid that the people on the street might not like me, but, it's come to this now..."

"My name is Jasper, and I'm with the Razor Claws."

"My boss is Is, the Wolverine. He's with Sanjar, the infamous war elephant of Seattle. He's definitely looking for me after I went missing."

"Therefore, I can give you a number. As long as you contact my boss, he will definitely be able to find someone to rescue us!"

Before Lynch could say anything after hearing Jasper's words, the people in the basement couldn't sit still any longer.

The gaunt old man spoke first, mocking, "...You're actually a dog of the Razor Gang? Hahaha, I never thought someone like you would stoop to such a place."

The middle-aged man who had initially spoken to Lynch also glanced at Jasper with a complicated expression: "Which street were you on before? I've never seen you before. But never mind, you've been taking protection money from me for so many years, and now you can finally rely on Razor to save yourselves this once, so I won't say anything more."

Lynch looked at Jasper with some surprise: "You're from the Razor Claws? You don't look like it. You look so clean and fresh, I thought you were a college student."

Jasper gave a wry smile. "I'm not one of those guys who gets into street fights and collects protection money. I studied media in college, but I couldn't find a job after graduation. Wolverine's Ish is my cousin, and he thought I could be useful, so he recruited me into the Razor Gang to handle news and public opinion issues for them."

"It is precisely because my boss is my cousin that I am certain that he will come to rescue me once he knows my whereabouts."

Lin Qi nodded knowingly: "What you said makes sense, I understand."

Do you know where they usually keep their satellite phones?

"Not sure." Jasper shook his head. "I can only be sure that they don't usually leave satellite phones in this basement, but I don't know where they would put them."

"However, since I had only been locked up for a few days, I saw them making several phone calls in the hallway outside the basement, so I think the location where they stored the satellite phones might not be too far from here."

After a moment of contemplation, he offered his thoughts: "If you didn't see any satellite phones on your way here, I have two guesses."

"One possibility is that the satellite phone is in this basement."

"But not in this cell."

"What do you mean?" Lynch was taken aback by Jasper's contradictory words, but he quickly understood what Jasper meant. So, while pressing him for an answer, he raised his flashlight, making sure the light covered every corner of the basement as much as possible.

Sure enough, after dispelling the darkness in the basement, a door at the far end of the basement came into Lynch's view!

It had been hidden in the darkness until Lynch arrived in the basement, where he was completely absorbed by the people imprisoned there. As a result, he had not noticed the door inside at all!

Jasper, struggling to stay upright, spoke in a weak and low voice: "I don't know what the cultists used that room for, but I can roughly guess that it's not a good place."

"In just the few days I've been held captive here, I've seen three or four people being taken into that room and never come out again."

"But it doesn't seem entirely true that it's a slaughterhouse and operating room for cult members."

I also saw several police officers, as well as some elderly people who looked to be in high positions of power, enter that room respectfully accompanied by cult members.

"Those people couldn't possibly have come here specifically to help cultists slaughter humans, could they? If that's the case, then America might truly be doomed..."

"Well, whatever. Anyway, if the cultists just wanted to find a room closest to the cell to store the satellite phone, I think it's definitely in that room."

"And another conjecture is..."

Jasper paused for a few seconds, then gave new information in a more certain tone: "Once, I overheard the cultists talking, and they mentioned that there is a room on the second floor of this cabin specifically for the guards to rest in."

"The satellite phone is also very likely to be kept there. Well, if it were me, I would keep it there too. It's safer than the basement, and it's also where the cult members usually hang out."

"However, I know neither the structure of this wooden house nor which room on the second floor is where the guards rest. So, once you get to the second floor, you'll probably have to find it yourselves."

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