Chapter 2 The Seaside Drug Bust

• “You don't believe me?”
• Maxwell raised an eyebrow, looking at Chadwick with a smile.
• Chadwick paused for a second, then burst into loud laughter. His laughter echoed like thunder, causing everyone's eardrums to ache.
• “I can doubt anyone, but your words can be trusted!”
• Chadwick stared intently at Maxwell, a smirk playing on his lips. “The most decorated lieutenant general of Clusia, who has weathered the years of relentless warfare and walked over the bones of invaders surely won't find joy in messing with a death row convict like me, right?”
• Maxwell's smile widened when he heard Chadwick's words.
• He turned and walked toward the stairs, and Chadwick lifted his foot, about to follow. However, the guards, as if on reflex, raised their guns, staring at Chadwick with vigilance.
• Chadwick immediately retracted his foot, raised both hands and exclaimed, “Hey, don't point guns at me. What if it accidentally goes off? Seriously, haven't your superiors taught you that kids shouldn't play with guns?”
• Maxwell turned around and glanced at everyone, issuing his command in a calm tone. “Put down your guns.”
• Upon receiving the command, the group of guards cautiously holstered their guns, letting out a collective sigh of relief.
• In fact, before embarking on this protection mission, they had even prepared their wills. If given a choice, no one would want to confront the seemingly harmless young man with a smile on his face.
• Anyone who knew about the incident from three years ago was well aware of the kind of disaster that would ensue when Chadwick became angry.
• The Dragon King's wrath would bring calamity to the world!
• “That's more like it.” Chadwick rolled his eyes at the guards, then ran all the way to Maxwell's side, grinning broadly. “Old geezer, when can I get out?”
• Maxwell wore a faint smile, speaking unhurriedly. “If you want to leave, you can do so right now.”
• A hint of excitement instantly flashed across Chadwick's face.
• As he had spent three years in this godforsaken place, even though he got whatever he asked for, the novelty had long worn off. Upon learning that he could leave at any moment, Chadwick felt like a sparrow about to break free from its cage, overwhelmingly ecstatic.
• He didn't even have the patience to take the submarine with Maxwell. Instead, he turned and ran down the stairs.
• Unease flashed on Maxwell's face.
• “Chadwick, what are you planning to do?”
• Chadwick halted and turned back, flashing an innocent smile at Maxwell. “Old geezer, I can't wait to get out. Hurry and take these people up. Lower the watertight compartment. We're about to be flooded over here.”
• The moment he finished speaking, Chadwick's eyes suddenly became sharp. An indescribable aura, like billowing ghostly energy, enveloped him.
• Everyone present shuddered, their eyes wide with terror as they looked at the man below. Cold sweat trickled unstoppably from their temples, quickly soaking their collars.
• Maxwell was shocked for a few seconds, then immediately shouted, “Everyone, get up there! Colonel Smith!”
• “Yes!” David stood straight and responded.
• “Lower the watertight compartment now. This little troublemaker is up to something again!”
• As he spoke, Chadwick angrily shouted, slamming a fist fiercely into the wall in front of him.
• Boom!
• A deafening sound echoed, causing the entire underwater prison to shudder momentarily.
• In the next moment, under Chadwick's fist, the wall made of special materials emitted a series of crisp sounds!
• Cracks quietly appeared one after another. They quickly spread out like a spider's web. Following a loud bang, the surging seawater rushed in, instantly engulfing the lower levels of the prison.
• Fortunately, the watertight compartment leading upward had already been lowered. Otherwise, the entire prison might have been instantly swallowed by seawater.
• The group of people behind the watertight compartment panted heavily, their faces pale.
• At the same time, they were seething with anger toward the instigator of all this chaos. Yet, that scoundrel had already disappeared into the sea, his whereabouts now unknown.
• Maxwell sighed, a wry smile appearing on his face. He just hoped this little troublemaker would behave and stick close to the target. Otherwise, even if it meant deploying the entire army again, they would have to bring him back!
• On the coastal line of Strico, a remarkably prosperous maritime transport factory illuminated the night. The volume of goods passing through these customs daily had long since surpassed the measurement unit of a hundred tons.
• Despite being late, the factory remained brightly lit, with numerous figures swiftly moving under the lights, working overtime to handle goods coming in and out through customs.
• Three elegantly dressed men stood off to the side, coldly observing the laborers with a critical eye, constantly urging them to hasten their movements.
• “Quintus, if we disguise them among these goods, we should be able to send out this batch of toys, right?”
• At this moment, one of the three men approached the leading figure, lowering his voice.
• As he spoke, his gaze constantly swept over his surroundings, as if he was on guard against something.
• The man addressed as Quintus was around thirty years old, with a buzz cut and a grim scar on his face, making him look exceptionally intimidating.
• He lit a cigarette for himself, squinting as he said, “According to the information provided by our informants, the cops have been drawn elsewhere. We should be safe here tonight!”
• However, just as he finished speaking, countless intersecting red and blue lights tore through the night, accompanied by loud sirens.
• The faces of the three men changed as they cursed their luck inwardly.
• They were surrounded by the police.
• “Listen up, those of you inside, you've got nowhere left to run. Hurry up and drop whatever you're holding, surrender, and crouch on the ground with your hands on your head!”
• With the emergence of that voice, the sound of bullets being loaded suddenly echoed in the darkness, piercing the silent night.
• The three men were well aware that countless guns were now pointed at them. Any slight movement could result in them being shot.
• Left with no choice, they reluctantly raised their hands and obediently squatted on the ground.
• The porters, who were in the midst of moving goods, wore expressions of utter confusion, completely clueless about what had just transpired. Seeing the men crouch down, they immediately followed suit.
• The sound of hurried footsteps echoed. Before Quintus could even lift his head, a pair of slender legs came into his line of sight.
• “Quintus, bet you didn't expect us to come back, did you?”
• The speaker was a young and beautiful policewoman. The police uniform she wore seemed a size too small, outlining her enchanting curves. If it weren't for the inappropriate situation, many eyes would have been attracted to her.
• Quintus looked up, sneering, “Turns out it's you, Captain Fitzgerald. I was wondering who was so capable of accurately predicting our shipment schedule! I guess our informant got caught by you guys?”
• “That's all you need to know!”
• With a cold smirk, Eleanor Fitzgerald reached behind her waist and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, ready to arrest Quintus.