'Rose, let us move out,' Ace instructed as he shared Dame Wasp's senses, leaving his body in Emi's care.
Dame Wasp soon arrived at the farmhouse and checked the gangsters' vehicles in case they were too lazy to move the product and money. She did not find the product and money but she did find a few muddy gardening tools, semi-automatic guns, and lots of ammunition.
It appears they came prepared for unexpected cases, even though they were bad humans they were professionals at it. Leaving the vehicles, Dame Wasp soon made it past the armed guards outside and entered the hideout.
With her size and skills, it wasn't a challenge. Not to mention the windows and doors of the hideout were decayed and broken so they did not close properly. The farmhouse was too rundown for a temporary hideout.
Arriving inside, Ace and Dame Wasp were greeted by an old interior with walls, floors, and broken furniture covered in dust and thick cobwebs. The wooden walls, floors, and cabinets had mold and were infested with pests.
Unconscious men holding emptied liquor bottles with crusty white power around their noses could seen passed out on the couch or chair or the floor leaning against the wall. It was a buffet for mosquitoes. They were burning mosquito and insect repellent coils in each corner but they seemed to have no effect on the pests.
Empty Chinese takeout containers, white powder, liquor bottles, knives, guns, and ammo were spread across the only table in the living room. Roaches and insects could be seen crawling in and out of the Chinese takeout containers and running on the passed-out gangsters.
Except for the seven armed gangsters on the outside sixteen gangsters inside were high and wasted. Especially, Mark and his brother. It would appear these were Mark's brother's most trusted men otherwise he would not be comfortable enough to get high while protecting so much money and product in the middle of an unknown place.
Ignoring the gangsters, Dame Wasp searched every nook and corner of the living room, unable to find the product and money the thugs were protecting in there she prepared to search all the rooms for them.
However, except for the living room which was lit by two floodlight lamps, all other rooms were dark. It may be because of this gangsters were all gathered in one room. Dame Wasp followed the low noise of a running motor to find that the floodlight lamps were running on a gas-powered portable inverter generator.
Learning this, Dame Wasp and Ace knew the gangsters came thoroughly prepared and this might not have be the first time they used this rundown farmhouse as a temporary hideout. This meant the product and money were hidden somewhere discreet enough to make Mark's brother feel secure enough to party and get wasted.
Turning on her night vision, Dame Wasp and Ace began to carefully search all the rooms trying to find the hidden location where the product and money were hidden. Unable to find anything, Ace asked Dame Wasp, 'Rose, when you were eavesdropping on them through their phones did you happen to listen where they hid the product and money?'
'Master, let me check... I heard them talking about moving the bags containing product and cash in drums but there are no signs of drums here,' Dame Wasp informed recalling the conversations between the thugs.
'Um… let me think,' Ace began to contemplate where the thugs hid the product and money based on the information he had.
Soon, recalling the muddy gardening tools that Dame Wasp and he found in the vehicles, Ace exclaimed, 'That's it, they have buried the drums containing the bags of product and cash somewhere around here.'
Since Dame Wasp was sure that the thugs moved the bags of coke and cash into drums despite them not finding any drums in the house or its surroundings, Ace concluded that the thugs brought the gardening tools to bury the drums. He reached this conclusion seeing how they were prepared enough to bring floodlight lamps, generators, and insect repellent.
Since the gangsters bothered enough to bring gardening tools with them they definitely had use for them. That was to dig and bury the drums containing the bags of coke and cash. Though this was time-consuming and tedious, it was indeed good thinking.
In case of an unexpected local sheriff or rival gang visit, if their enemies prove too much to handle or they get caught, they could just bail and return for the product and cash later or have someone else they trust pick it up. This was better than them being caught or dying with the product and cash on them.
'Good thinking master, I think so too,' Dame Wasp praised her master's deduction skills without holding back.
Her reaction wasn't surprising to Ace anymore as day by day she was turning into a sycophant. This was getting worse with the addition of Emi and Ace's exclusive playtime with her. Hopefully, she could return to her old self when she gets her new body.
Right now, Ace was more concerned about where the thugs had buried the drums as he planned to finish his work here and return home before sunrise. So, betting that the drums must be buried somewhere around the house he had Dame Wasp search the house's vicinity.
Unable to find any clues to where the drums were buried with her night vision, Dame Wasp decided to switch to heat vision to find the buried spot comparing the heat of the terrain believing that the area where the drums were buried should have a different heat signature come compared to the heat signature of the rest of the area.
Dame Wasp scanned the surroundings of the hideout but found nothing. So she was forced to use X-ray vision. She did not use it earlier because its range was smaller than that of the heat vision. It took her a lot longer to search the surroundings than earlier but it was more thorough. Still, she found nothing but junk and garbage. However, she concluded that the drums were not buried in the surroundings of the hideout.
Frustrated Dame Wasp looked at the hideout next to her only to learn that the drums were buried under it, to be exact they were buried under the farmhouse's living room. It appears the gangsters took out the floorboards, buried the drums, patched up the floor, and stayed on it to guard them. This way nobody could get to the product and cash without alerting the thugs. No, wonder Mark's brother was confident and comfortable enough to get high and wasted on the job.