CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 266: THE REAL AND FAKE KING? HAHA, KILL THEM ALL!_1

"Aaah, comfortable."

Dean struggled to get up from the bed, stretching lazily.

He didn’t know how long he had slept. But it was the most comfortable and peaceful sleep he had experienced since entering this instance. The formula was not yet in his hands.

Dean had no doubt that even if the Mexican police discovered him, Catherine would have her men engage those cops in a firefight. This wasn’t far-fetched at all. No one would think that the prison guards being equipped with bulletproof vests and heavy weaponry was because the Mexican police possessed an abundance of martial virtue, right? The truth was harsh.

In this country, there were people who truly dared to carry weapons, attack police stations, and storm prisons. They even recorded execution videos to intimidate the government and bare their fangs to the outside world. The key was that these mobsters were armed with highly advanced weapons, and their combat prowess was not weak either.

If the prison’s firepower were slightly inferior, working inside would feel very insecure.

He massaged his sore body. Dean got up, wanting to go out to check the situation and grab something to eat. However, he found, to his dismay, that his single room in this military base was locked from the outside, and a camera was blatantly rotating on the doorframe.

Well, that’s great. Had he just escaped from one prison only to enter another? The surveillance was likely being monitored 24 hours a day.

Just as Dean was wondering how to contact the outside world, a female voice came from the black intercom on the door, "Mr. Dean, if you need anything, you can make requests directly through the intercom. Whether it’s food, women, or other demands, we will try our best to satisfy you."

"Can’t I go out?"

"Sorry, this is for your safety!"

Alright then... This must be Catherine’s arrangement. Dean figured the people now watching over him must be Catherine’s absolute confidants. Major powers often have fierce internal competition. There might be traitors planted by rivals right by Catherine’s side, and the information about the priceless formula he held could have already been leaked.

For the sake of his life, Dean ordered some food and asked them to bring in the best bulletproof vest, along with a couple of Glock pistols and some magazines.

Perhaps because they thought small handguns weren’t much of a threat, Dean’s requests were quickly fulfilled.

After eating his fill, just as Dean was familiarizing himself with the guns, the room door opened.

The visitor was Catherine. Her complexion wasn’t good. She sat down directly opposite Dean and tossed a file folder in front of him, "Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t fulfill your terms."

Even though Dean had guessed the task wouldn’t be so simple, he still feigned surprise. "But you found me, a fugitive, quite easily. This task should be very simple for you!"

"What if she’s already dead?" Catherine countered, pointing at the file folder. "The Eliza you’re looking for was brought to this place half a month ago. I don’t think she could still be alive under these circumstances!"

Upon hearing this, Dean actually breathed a sigh of relief. Finding the place was a major breakthrough! Of course, he couldn’t let this emotion show, or Catherine would guess that he knew finding Eliza wasn’t as simple as it seemed. Even the most seemingly rational women, once they feel they’ve been played, can do some rather irrational things. Dean didn’t want to invite trouble.

So, feigning disappointment, he picked up the file folder and opened it. Inside was a paper document and some photos.

The document contained information about one person: Monsef!

According to the data, this guy was the godson of a drug cartel boss and also his frontman. Not long ago, he became the de facto ruler of the city, possessing the power to mobilize all official forces. Below this information were his scandals, unbeknownst to ordinary Mexican citizens: ’pedophilia,’ ’sadomasochism’...

This guy’s residence always ’stocked’ a group of young and beautiful maids. Monsef referred to his residence as the Palace and himself as the King, living an unimaginably decadent and luxurious life, hidden from outsiders.

Dean was stunned. The identity of the King was confirmed? However, he didn’t dwell on it. After all, under normal circumstances, he would first have to escape prison. Then, he’d need to track down clues step by step, uncover the codename ’King,’ clarify the person’s identity, and finally complete the mission. He didn’t know how much effort and time that would take. Now that he had taken a shortcut and it felt easy, it was only natural.

So, after a moment of surprise, Dean turned his gaze to the photos.

The first few were of a manor with high walls, looking quite luxurious. Armed guards with dogs patrolled the grounds; security was tight.

Most of the photos underneath, however, were quite gruesome. They were pictures of mutilated bodies, primarily of naked women of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, who had died in various horrific ways; none had died peacefully.

Catherine said, "I have informants on the periphery of Monsef Manor. After Monsef became the city’s overt ruler, his appetite grew. To curry favor with him, some people sent many women there. The Eliza you’re looking for is among them. Although my informants can’t get any closer, from these photos, you can guess how high the casualty rate is for the women sent inside."