After the gold rush had passed, many abandoned mine pits remained in the western United States. Some had been emptied of gold, while others had yielded nothing from the very beginning.
Hiring people to open a mine sounded easy, but many wealthy bosses had stumbled over this. Without sufficient technological equipment, prospecting methods of this era were practically no different from gambling on raw stones.
They would discover gold somewhere, spend money to buy the land, invest in building a mine, and then, on the first day of operations, a single shovel would punch through the ore layer. Beneath it would be nothing but rock.
That was the equivalent of cutting open a dud.
Thus, these places gradually went from symbols of bad luck to lairs for all kinds of beasts and bandits. After all, abandoned mine pits could still provide shelter from the elements, and they were easy to defend but hard to attack.
Although Bobo found what Deathstroke had said rather ominous, he still took it to heart. After all, if Pralaya wanted to show them something, that meant she could make anything happen.
The group rode to a cliff above the mine. It stood beside a dried-up riverbed, and all that remained were rusted, crooked pieces of equipment and a few dilapidated-looking houses.
However, people were patrolling around those houses, and there were plenty of liquor bottles and trash scattered about. That meant they had found the right place.
"Professor?" Hermione had already picked up her rifle and skillfully chambered a round as she asked for her teacher's opinion.
"Just as I thought. The roles that were originally supposed to be played by synthezoids have been turned into real people, and it happened only a second before we arrived." Su Ming revealed an odd smile and shook