From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 354: What if the Companies Disagree?

While this video went viral around the world, in Ciudad Juárez, Evan and Jaron were driving away the group of drug traffickers before them.

Behind the drug traffickers trailed various trucks hauling dozens of tons of drug raw materials and finished products. They rolled down the road, their presence weighing heavily on the minds of everyone present.

Beside these vehicles, the corpses of several locals hung like meat on skewers, swaying as the convoy moved forward.

Half of these corpses belonged to drug traffickers, and the other half to certain civilians.

This was because, in the eyes of the locals, these piled-up drugs were gleaming, equivalent to pure gold!

As long as they could get their hands on it, they had countless ways to sell it and truly escape from this hell.

However, Carl would not allow such a thing to happen. His attitude was simple: no drugs should exist in the realm of the gods. These were poisonous weeds from foreign lands, and on the land favored by the gods, there was no soil for poisonous weeds to grow.

Therefore, whether they were drug traffickers or people attempting to take the drugs, they were treated equally—strung up and hung here as a deterrent.

It was precisely this savage tribe that knew exactly what these people feared. Yet even so, the eager, desperate gazes in the eyes of the onlookers made the warriors feel uncomfortable.

Even with the deterrent of the corpses, many people were still tempted to make a move. They had been thoroughly corrupted by this substance. Other than relying on this, they could not think of any other way to make money.The threat of death lay right before them, but they knew that poverty was far more terrifying than death!

"I always knew drugs were rampant in this country, but I truly had no idea they could be this rampant!" Evan remarked with a sigh.

When he had worked in Luo City and San Diego, he had encountered similar situations, but in those two cities, the boundaries had been relatively clear-cut. The police had been fairly diligent, so things had never escalated to such an exaggerated degree.

Or rather, the things hidden in the dark had little to do with them.

Jaron knew a bit more. "It's not just rampant, it's arrogant! In this land, the drug traffickers are kings! And this country is even considered somewhat restrained..."

He hailed from Colombia, a terrifying country that was even worse than Mexico. In that nation, many people did not even have the luxury of choice, just like him.

"So what should we do?" Evan asked, looking at the many trucks filled with drugs before him. "Burn them like those corpses?"

"No, no, no..." Jaron startled, hurriedly waving his hands. "If you want this city and the surrounding areas to get high, then go ahead and set a fire. A lot of these drugs are marijuana. If they really start burning, the whole region will get stoned!"

"Are you trying to turn Mexico into a second India? You really can't just burn it like that!"

Evan suddenly realized. "That's true... then I know what to do!"

As he spoke, a faint glimmer lit up on his wrist. An Obsidian Spear appeared in his grip, and he simply thrust it straight into the nearby drug truck.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the bags of drugs that had originally seemed like gold rapidly decayed, spoiled, stank, and dissolved under the spear's influence. Before everyone's eyes, they melted into flowing black sludge!

"Hey, a wondrous use of Death Power!" Evan said cheerfully, only to see Jaron clutching his forehead. "We are out on the main street! You dissolved all this and let it flow onto the street. What if someone still tries to mess with it?"

"These death-tainted substances will cause massive harm to people, right?"

Evan instantly clicked his tongue. "You're right. If someone actually drank this death matter, they would die along with it. This is the manifestation of Crown K'ak' Tiliw's power..."

He also sensed that things had gone awry. If someone really drank it, wouldn't he become a sinner?

"Hurry, hurry, gather this stuff up. Can you wait until we get to the site to destroy it? We provided you with a disposal area!" Jaron said hastily. He waved his hand, summoning a gust of wind that swept the black sludge up and blew it right back into the truck's cargo hold.

Supernatural power sealed the breach, preventing the toxic liquid from spilling out.

"Let's go. Head to the disposal site we set up and turn all these drugs into water of death! We built a pool over there. If we catch any more drug traffickers in the future, we'll feed them this water!"

Jaron had a sudden whim. "Dying by the very things they sell isn't an unfair deal for them, is it?"

"Listen to you. Even if they feel it's unfair, do they have a choice not to drink it?" Evan chuckled. This guy Jaron always loved coming up with ridiculous ideas. "Sigh, by the way, where did Chief Carl and Alex go? We are here preparing for the sacrifice, so how come we haven't seen them all day?" Evan asked again.

Jaron actually knew the answer. "Didn't people from the tribe arrive? They went to welcome them. Furthermore, since High Priest Carl wants to change the nation of Mexico, they are also receiving the representatives from the multinational corporations that monopolize the vast majority of this country's real estate, commerce, and transportation..."

"What multinational corporations? Aren't they essentially just Americans?" Evan scoffed disdainfully. "That works too. Let's give a warm welcome to the corporate suits from America. If they know what's good for them, we'll let them go back. If they don't..."

The tribe's blades were also incredibly sharp!

...

At the Ciudad Juárez airport, as large passenger planes touched down one after another, the leaders of major, world-renowned multinational corporations also arrived.

The reason they came here was very simple: Carl, the current ruler of Mexico's northern region, wanted to have a chat with them.

Even though the Apache Tribe had only been here for a brief week, following their crackdown on the drug traffickers, this area had de facto become their territory. Mexico City couldn't even manage the drug traffickers, so how could they possibly manage the tribe?

It was precisely because of this that the visiting high-level executives of the multinational corporations were actually feeling extremely uneasy. After all, their business partners had been replaced by a supernatural organization!

Although internationally, America still referred to the Apache Tribe as a small indigenous tribe, these executives all knew that the tribe had long since broken away from America's control.

In the battle between Quetzalcoatl and Tlaloc, and amidst the tsunami triggered by the Giant Serpent Atlas, this fact had become an absolute certainty.

The American officials still cared about saving face, so they kept quiet about it. But these multinational corporations were vastly resourceful and naturally knew the inside story. Consequently, they began conversing with each other in deep concern.

"Do you guys think they asked us to come this time for a partnership?"

"Definitely! Could this country even function without us? That's completely impossible. Without our technology, industries, and machinery, their entire nation would grind to a halt!"

"Exactly. Without our approval, they'd all be starving today! If this group wants to rule this region, they need our help!"

"They need our machines for mining, our vehicles for transportation, and even our weapons for fighting..."

As the few men conversed, the light in their eyes grew brighter. The more they discussed it, the more they realized that this country simply couldn't survive without them!

Then what was there to fear? Even if these people were transcendents who didn't need to eat, did the massive population of this country not need to eat?

With this leverage, the corporations were practically in an invincible position!

Coincidentally, Carl, who was standing outside the airport, was thinking the exact same thing.

He was currently chatting with Alex. "Shocking to behold, truly shocking! Is this really a country?"

In Carl's hands was the data he had collected regarding the owners of all the means of production in this region. Unsurprisingly, they were all multinational corporations.

What surprised him the most was the information detailed in the data. "Cola is cheaper than water. The water is privatized, so it's very expensive? They usually buy cola instead of drinking water, and even use soda to cook their meals?"

"Everything is privatized. You have to pay to water your crops, pay to use tap water, and you can't even collect the rainwater falling from the sky without paying for it!"

Alex was also reading through the documents. "I've seen these things before, but this is way too terrifying. The profits these massive corporations extract from their businesses in Mexico are barely even taxed? Yet, the resource devastation they cause is paid for by the entire population of this country..."

"America is practically using a blood pump to drain the very lifeblood of this nation!"

Carl lowered the documents in his hand, his expression dark. "I don't think I need to read any further. The profits these companies reap from Mexico aren't just a tiny sliver—they are taking absolutely everything from this country! I believe this situation must be changed!"

"If they want dignity, we will give them dignity!"

"But if they don't want dignity, then we'll help them find it!" Carl's voice was bone-chillingly cold.