Earthquake Reveals Tunnel On Farmer’s Land, Then They See Where It Leads

Needing real proof

Fueled by anger, Charles and Tom picked up the pace, dust clinging to their boots as they reached Tom’s porch. Charles held up the red TNT scrap. “We can’t go to the police with just this,” he said. “We need real proof—something that ties MLB directly to this. Records, maps, company files.” He glanced back at the rising smoke over his land. “We’re not letting this go.” Tom nodded, unlocking the door. “Let’s get to work.”