Charlie stepped into the cramped elevator car, closely followed by Bruce Weinstein.


    The control panel in this elevator is incredibly straightforward, featuring only a single green button. Bruce Weinstein pressed the button and exined to Charlie, “When you reach the bottom, press this button to go up. If you’re at the top, press it as well. Just push it and go down without stopping in between.”


    Charlie nodded in understanding. As the elevator began its descent, he nced at Bruce Weinstein and asked, “How deep does it go down here?”


    Bruce Weinstein replied respectfully, “It’s sixty meters deep.”


    Charlie couldn’t help but inquire, “How were you able to dig such a deep elevator shaft without drawing attention?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Bruce Weinstein borated, “Although Brooklyn Prison is still officially a federal facility, it has been under the control of the Rothschild family for many years. A few years back, they donated a significant sum for renovations, but in reality, most of that funding was directed towards constructing this elevator shaft and enhancing the underground fortifications.”


    He paused for a moment, then added, “While there’s only one conventional entrance and exit, there’s actually a hidden one-way entrance and exit underground that can be essed from the outside.”


    Charlie, feeling puzzled, asked, “The Rothschild family invested so much in creating a secret tunnel in Brooklyn Prison? Is it solely for the purpose of detaining high-profile prisoners?”


    Bruce Weinstein responded candidly, “A notorious drug lord like Gustavo Sanchez is incarcerated here due to a deep cooperation agreement with the Rothschild family. They need to ensure that he remainspletely under their control. If circumstances demand it, the Rothschild family can use this secret passage to hide him or quietly transfer him elsewhere, then im that the prisoner has escaped or that a life sentence was imposed by the U.S. courts. However, if the Rothschild family negotiates for his release, they can achieve that through this hidden route. This kind of operation has been sessfully executed several times.”


    Charlie nodded, asking, “So, a drug lord like Gustavo, who hasmitted numerous crimes, can be quietly sent back to Mexico whenever it’s advantageous for the Rothschild family?”


    “Exactly,” Bruce Weinstein confirmed. “Their only concern is profit; justice doesn’t factor into their decisions.”


    Charlie scoffed lightly, saying, “It’s true; those with wealth oftenckpassion. These capitalists prioritize profits above all else.”


    At that moment, the elevator came to a slow stop at the bottom.


    As the car door opened, Charlie was greeted by the sight of an arched tunnel that was about two meters wide and two meters high.


    At the end of the tunnel stood an iron door, nked by two rooms. One room had no door and contained simple sofas and small tables, while the other was secured by a sturdy iron door. Bruce Weinstein pointed towards the locked room, saying to Charlie, “Peter Zhou is confined in there.”<fn1908> For original chapters go to f?ndnovel</fn1908>


    Charlie replied coldly, “Open the door!”


    Bruce Weinstein hurried toply, entering a password on the door. With a distinctive chime, the iron door swung open. Charlie quickly stepped forward, pushing Bruce Weinstein aside as he forcefully opened the door.


    Upon entering the room, Charlie felt a surge of fear at the sight before him.


    The room was approximately twenty square meters in size, with a small area of six or seven square meters devoid of furniture. The only fixtures were a toilet, a faucet with a trickle of water, and at that moment, a disheveled man with a beard was slumped over on the toilet. A heavy metal cor was fastened around his neck, secured by an iron chain as thick as a thumb. The length of the chain was just enough to confine him within the small area, preventing him from reaching the open space outside.


    There were no ces to sit or lie down in the entire room. The floor was damp and cold,cking even a straw mat, much less a mattress, forcing the man to curl up on the toilet in a futile effort to sleep.


    Hearing the noise, the man looked up weakly. When his eyes met Charlie’s, it felt like a jolt of electricity struck him. His eyes widened in shock, and his body trembled uncontrobly.