The car drove all the way into a mansion in the northwestern mountains of Los Angeles.
The place was heavily guarded, with personnel wearing handguns in holsters, carrying rifles, donned in tactical vests, and even wearing wireless earpieces.
The passenger door opened, and a man in plain clothes got out, receiving a form handed to him by the guard.
"No one followed us, right? I heard that the LAPD is investigating some missing persons lately."
"Don't worry, no car followed us for more than ten minutes on the road. After leaving the city, not a single car followed us for more than five minutes. In terms of anti-surveillance, I'm more professional than you, brother."
"Okay, open the car door."
As the car door opened, Pachy was lifted out by three strong men.
Seeing Pachy's limp appearance, the guard frowned and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"This guy has outrageous strength." One of the strong men said grumpily, "It's unbelievable for his size; we had to sedate him."
