"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.
