Charlie entered the cramped elevator, trailed by Bruce.
The control panel boasted simplicity, featuring only a solitary green button.
Bruce, with a press of the button, turned to Charlie and explained, “Hit this to go up when someone’s below and the top button for descent. No lingering in the middle.”
Charlie nodded as the elevator began its descent. He shot a glance at Bruce and inquired, “How deep does this go?”
Respectfully, Bruce replied, “Sixty meters in total.”
Unable to contain his curiosity, Charlie asked, “How on earth did you manage to excavate such a deep, secret elevator shaft without anyone noticing?”
Bruce elaborated, “Despite Brooke Clark Prison posing as a federal facility, it’s been under the control of the Rothschild family. They funded renovations recently, with the money mostly funneled into constructing this underground stronghold and elevator shaft.”
Pausing for effect, Bruce added, “While there’s just this one visible entrance, there’s an underground one-way passage accessible from the outside.”
Charlie, skeptical, questioned, “So, the Rothschild family went through all this trouble in Brooklyn Prison just to house high-profile prisoners?”
Bruce clarified, “Gustavo Sanchez, a major drug lord, is here due to a comprehensive cooperation agreement with the Rothschild family. They want absolute control. This secret passage allows them to discreetly transfer or hide individuals, making it appear as if they’ve escaped or been released under U.S. court rulings.”
Understanding the sinister game at play, Charlie commented, “So, the rich care more about profits than justice.”
As the elevator reached its destination, the doors opened to reveal a narrow, arched tunnel. An iron door marked the end, flanked by rooms on either side. Bruce pointed to the door and announced to Charlie, “Peter Cole is held there.”
Charlie, with a cold demeanor, ordered, “Open the door!”
Bruce swiftly approached, entering a password on the door. The iron door swung open with a resonant ding. Charlie, eager to proceed, pushed Bruce aside and forcefully opened the door.
The sight inside left Charlie aghast.
The twenty-square-meter room lacked furnishings, save for a toilet and a constantly flowing faucet. Chained to the toilet was a bearded man, Peter Cole, with an iron collar around his neck connected to a thick chain, limiting his movement within a small space.
The damp and cold room offered no respite, forcing Peter into an uncomfortable, curled-up position. As Charlie’s eyes met Peter’s, the man trembled uncontrollably.
Charlie, recognizing Peter as the manager from Vintage Deluxe, approached, held Peter’s hands, and whispered, “Mr. Cole, or rather, Uncle Cole, are you okay? I’m here to get you out!”
Peter, tears streaming, stammered, “Young Master… You… You know everything?”
Charlie nodded, revealing, “I saw a photo of you and my father, so I came to the United States to find you, tracing you all the way here.”
Filled with shame, Peter confessed, “Young Master, in Aurous Hill, I not only concealed my identity but also framed your father-in-law. Please don’t blame me…”
Assuring him, Charlie responded, “No blame whatsoever. I believe your actions were for my benefit. Thanks to you, I obtained the ‘Apocalyptic Book.'”
Touched, Peter shook his head, saying, “Young Master, it was your father’s plan. He prepared everything for you, and I’m grateful for his support. You don’t owe me anything.”
Charlie, now certain of his father’s involvement, tore the iron collar apart and declared, “Uncle Cole, I’ll take you out. The Rothschild family will pay for this injustice with blood!”
Peter spoke hurriedly, “Master, when it comes down to it, this situation is my fault. I am the one who deserves what the Rothschild family has done to me. I cannot leave this place now. If I do, the Rothschild family will not let me off the hook, and I cannot bring harm to my family…”
Charlie was taken aback and asked with urgency, “Uncle Cole, what is the feud between you and the Rothschild family? I overheard that you stole something from them?”
Peter gave a bitter smile and replied, “Yes, I did steal something from them, but to be precise, they also stole their possessions…” He then gazed earnestly at Charlie and continued, “Master, you must have many lingering questions that have remained unanswered for a long time. Since you’ve found your way here today, I will address them one by one for you. And after I’ve done so, I have one more favor to ask of you!”
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