Chapter 1546 Do You Have Any Regrets?
However, this mysterious philanthropist had indeed provided shelter for countless refugees, leaving no room for suspicion.
The fact that those supposedly sent to Wealth Light Valley Street continued to wire money home intermittently only added to the operation's credibility.
Raymond narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the squalid conditions below. While unbearable to him, these surroundings represented paradise for refugees accustomed to far worse.
At the heart of the compound stood a statue of the so-called "great benefactor." Each day, residents would pause there, some leaving flowers or notes of thanks—a quiet ritual of gratitude that had become part of daily life.
Having mapped out the facility's layout, Raymond took advantage of the darkness to explore further. Despite its appearance of freedom, surveillance cameras monitored every corner, complemented by regular security patrols. Many residents remained awake, sitting on benches throughout the complex, anxiously discussing the latest outbreak.
Disease had long plagued Arcturus, its primitive healthcare system collapsing with each epidemic that claimed countless lives.
Their conversations carried the unmistakable tremor of fear, bodies shaking as they spoke of the illness.
Raymond reconvened with his team, all having gathered similar intelligence. It seemed clear that those selected for "work opportunities" at Wealth Light Valley Street were actually being transported to a research facility.
This facility apparently maintained strict quality standards for test subjects, selecting only those with exceptional talents or superior intelligence.
The mastermind behind this operation had crafted the perfect cover, maintaining the deception for years—a remarkable achievement in its own right.
Both locations marked on the map had now been verified as accurate, confirming that whoever provided it must hold significant rank within the research facility.
But how did this insider know about Mystic Prison? While Mystic Prison supplied subjects to the research facility, it clearly belonged to a specific individual. Within the research complex, everyone's identity remained shrouded in secrecy.
The explosion at Mystic Prison that night suggested its owner wanted both him and Selena dead, and somehow maintained connections with K.
Something didn't add up. The person who provided the map knew every detail of Mystic Prison, suggesting they'd been there—but their knowledge of secret passages and external communications points indicated something far deeper than a mere visit.
"Mr. Montague, what's our next move?" one of his men asked. They had investigated both marked locations, but the map provided no instructions for infiltrating the research facility itself. A direct approach would be suicide.
Raymond leaned against a nearby wall, watching the flow of people around him.
A smile slowly curved his lips. "We're heading back," he said.
The welfare center operated on a principle of apparent freedom—they had entered tonight and could leave just as easily.
Most residents ventured out daily, spreading glowing testimonials about the conditions inside.
These endorsements attracted an ever-growing, multinational population to the Arcturus welfare center. The mastermind behind it all welcomed this influx, never implementing restrictions on movement.
When Raymond and his team returned to their hotel, 00 was already waiting.
"Mr. Montague," she acknowledged with a nod.
"00, I need you to go to the welfare center. With your abilities, you'll be selected for the research facility," Raymond instructed.
"Understood," she replied without hesitation.
After dismissing the others, Raymond spoke to 00 privately. "There's an eighty percent chance you won't make it out alive. Nobody knows what's happening in there," he said, his expression impassive. "Do you have any unfinished business I can take care of for you?"
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