Chapter 803: This was Mexico.

The SUV jolted along the winding road, speeding through the rugged terrain.

The ground was muddy with yellow clay, and there were no signs of life around.

In the car, Patrick glanced worriedly at Yosef in the back seat.

"Mr. Nelson, are you okay?"

The man slightly opened his eyes, his already pale face looking even whiter.

He spoke, "How much longer?"

"About half an hour. Kirin went ahead and took care of everything, losing about ten men, but they cleaned it up. They caught a few survivors, some were Nelson family members, but no sign of Carl."

"Good."

Yosef replied faintly, then reached for a few pills beside him and swallowed them.

As the medication took effect, the discomfort in his body eased a bit.

Yosef turned to look out the window.

All he could see was a sea of vibrant flowers, their red waves rippling in the breeze.

Fields upon fields of poppies.

Beautiful, yet poisonous.

This