From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 365: Anti-Narcotics Officer: Dawn Has Broken

If politicians around the world were still primarily concerned with the issue of Deities and the global political landscape, then for the nation of Mexico, it was an entirely different experience.

To the people of this country, international relations, global events, and pretty much everything else had very little to do with them.

The people of Mexico cared far more about how they were simply going to survive.

In this sense, they seemed no different from the people of India. Both nations suffered from rampant corruption and raging drug epidemics, and their citizens harbored an endless desire to leave their homeland and relocate to other regions.

The only major difference was that in India, very few people actually wanted their country to improve; they simply fought tooth and nail to escape. But here in Mexico, a place that still clung to its own race and culture, there were still those who desperately wanted their country to get better.

That was exactly why there were politicians assassinated by Drug Traffickers right in the middle of the street, and Military and Police personnel still fighting back under impossibly adverse conditions!

Take Juan Hernandez, for example. Right now, he was inside his own home, carefully hammering wooden planks and iron nails over his doors and windows, using small pieces of scrap iron and sheet metal to reinforce the weak spots of his house.

Because of this, the lights in his house had to be kept on all year round. Not a single ray of sunlight could pierce into the rooms, leaving nothing but endless Darkness.

"Juan, we are almost out of food. Are they still going to pay your salary?" His wife's voice reached his ears, making Juan freeze for a moment. "I will go down to the station today and ask... If worse comes to worst, I will borrow a little from some friends..."

"Do not borrow anymore. I know they lend it to you every time, but our family cannot afford to pay them back..." His wife shook her head. "I will go to the market this afternoon and see if there are any odd jobs I can do. It should be enough to trade for two days' worth of rations."Juan fell silent for a long moment. "I am sorry, darling. I promised to give you a happy life, but instead, I am making you suffer for this family!"

His wife stepped forward and kissed him, shaking her head. "Do not say that, my hero. You were the one who saved me from those Drug Traffickers, and you were the one who gave me love and a family. I know what you are doing, and I support you, darling!"

After saying her piece, the woman went back to the kitchen to wash vegetables and cook, just like most of the women in this city.

Meanwhile, Juan continued to stare silently at the floor, then at the ceiling, before raising his hammer to nail the wooden plank in front of him.

Juan was an anti-narcotics police officer. Not only him, but his father and grandfather had both been anti-narcotics officers as well. They were men who had truly sacrificed their lives for this country.

It was just a pity that in this nation, a family that had dedicated its lifeblood to the country still had to live in a shack resembling the Slums, living in constant fear every single day as they defended themselves against potential attacks.

Juan's grandfather had died during a raid on transnational Drug Traffickers. His father had perished in the war against the cartel families of his era. And Juan himself had plunged headfirst into this seemingly endless war the moment he graduated from the police academy at the age of eighteen.

This was simply because their family was native-born and bred in Mexico. They wanted this country to heal, so they hoped to eradicate the malignant tumor wrapped tightly around the nation's throat.

Their family were the most fundamentally pure, salt-of-the-earth patriots. Unfortunately, while they loved their country, this country did not necessarily love them back.

His grandfather's grave had been dug up and burned. His father had died leaving no Skeletal Remains, and his Pension was still nowhere to be seen. As for Juan himself, he had been temporarily suspended from duty and left to idle at home, all because he had worked a little too hard at hunting down drug rings.

He knew this was because the Drug Traffickers were deeply in bed with the politicians of this city. Even though there were still people fighting hard against the narcotics trade, the vast majority had long since become mirror images of the Drug Traffickers themselves.

"Sigh... And then there is Salia..." Juan looked at his wife, a flash of agony crossing his face.

He actually had not wanted to get married. Under these increasingly dire circumstances, the families of anti-narcotics officers were practically natural targets for the Drug Traffickers!

Many of his colleagues had their families brutally murdered. Some even received horrific videos of their wives, sent for the sole purpose of breaking their spirits.

Due to their inferior equipment, they were already at a massive disadvantage in gunfights. On top of that, they had moles within their own ranks, the Government was entirely made up of the enemy's accomplices, and yet they still had to suffer through such psychological torture. It was no wonder their Combat Power was deteriorating by the day.

But Juan also knew that Salia would never leave. She had no home to return to either; her family had died in a crossfire between Drug Traffickers and a local Gang.

It was Juan who had rescued her from the clutches of two Drug Traffickers when she was just an eighteen-year-old girl.

The girl had been dead set on following him. Even when he offered to send her to a safer state, she absolutely refused to give up.

And so, they had lived together up until now, stumbling through life, constantly on edge, yet incredibly happy all the same.

'Eight years have passed. We do not dare have children because we know the consequences of an anti-narcotics officer starting a family. My entire life has been dedicated to this country, but this country is already beyond hope. Let it all end here, then!' Just as this thought crossed Juan's mind, a violent pounding suddenly echoed from the front door!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The deafening noise made Juan's heart clench. He instantly drew his Pistol and shouted at his wife, "To the Basement, hurry!"

His wife did not hesitate. Dropping whatever she was holding and turning off the stove, she bolted toward the Basement.

This was all muscle memory by now. Their home had been battered into ruins through wave after wave of assaults. The Drug Traffickers would relentlessly attack every police officer who actually did their job, serving as a bloody warning to mind their own business.

But this time, something seemed different. "Juan! Come out quickly! Juan!"

Hearing that voice, Juan raised his hand, stopping his wife in her tracks. "It is Elan!"

Elan was his colleague, another suspended anti-narcotics officer just like him. He had also been his father's partner, and had taken care of Juan ever since his father passed away.

Now, the man had actually shown up. 'Could it be...'

Juan opened the door and saw a sharply dressed Elan. This normally deeply cynical man, who had even been looking into immigrating overseas, now looked absolutely radiant and full of life!

"What are you waiting for, Juan? Hurry up and come back to the precinct with me!" Elan shouted, leaving Juan stunned. "Back to the precinct? But I am on mandatory administrative leave..."

"Not anymore, never again!" Elan's face was flushed with ecstatic joy. "The director has been hauled off, and the newly elected president has appointed our captain as the new police chief! Juan, the skies over Mexico have changed!"

"Huh? The captain? Was the captain not framed? He is already in the middle of a trial!" Juan asked in total confusion. "How did things turn around so fast? Is the new president a good man? But by doing this, is he not afraid of dying out in the streets?"

In this country, the sheer arrogance and impunity of the Drug Traffickers was beyond a normal person's wildest imagination. Even a president could end up as a corpse on the pavement if he irritated the wrong cartel.

This was not a joke; it was a cold, hard fact with plenty of historical precedent.

Hearing Juan's concern, Elan's smile only grew wider. "You do not need to worry about that! Because our newly elected president has a crucial partner, someone who can guarantee that things like that will never happen again! The president is giving a speech in the main square of Mexico City right now!"

"Hurry up! Come watch it with me and you will understand. All I can tell you is that they have arrived. Dawn is finally breaking over Mexico!"

Hearing those words, and noticing the sudden, noticeable increase in people crowding the streets outside, Juan grabbed his wife's hand and hopped into Elan's car, speeding toward the now-packed public square.

In the square, they saw the newly elected president on the giant broadcast screens. They also saw the man standing right beside the president, and heard the booming voice echoing from the massive speakers:

"I was incredibly fortunate to travel to Ciudad Juarez and meet with the Great Chief Carl, and I have earned his full approval!"

"Now, I can officially declare that starting today, starting right this very second, we are going to war with every single Drug Trafficker on this soil! No tainted crops shall be planted on this nation's land, and no drugs shall be permitted to exist within this country's borders!"

"And the man overseeing all of this is Mr. Jaron from the Apache Tribe. He will be spearheading this absolute war against the Drug Traffickers!"

The president stepped aside, revealing Jaron. Standing there, the man looked far more like a charismatic motivational speaker or a silver-tongued life coach than a typical member of a Tribe.

But the moment this man stepped up to the podium, he dropped an absolute bombshell!

Grabbing the microphone, he roared at the top of his lungs, "I am Jaron! In accordance with the will of the Deities and the orders of the president, I will purge this entire nation of all drugs and Drug Traffickers!"

"We will fight them on every inch of this soil! We will capture every last Drug Trafficker and drag them to the altars in Ciudad Juarez or Mexico City! We will use their lives and their beating hearts as a Ritual Sacrifice to the Deities!"

"Yes, this is a declaration of war! We will find you, and you... will have nowhere to run!"

As he spat out those final words, he drew an arrow from his back and shot it into the sky, leaving three iridescent rainbow trails in its wake. "I swear in the name of the Feathered Serpent, Quetzalcoatl, that every single Drug Trafficker will be burned to ashes under this sky by the radiant glory of the Deities!"

The majestic aura of a Transcendent Being washed over the square. After a brief, stunned silence, the entire area exploded into an absolute ocean of Fanaticism. A colossal wave of burning enthusiasm engulfed everyone present.

Heaven only knew how long the people of this city had waited for this exact moment. But finally, at long last, their beacon of hope had arrived!

Watching this historic scene unfold, Juan held his wife tightly in his arms. The deep-seated Hatred of his bloodline, his own personal vendettas, and his desperate yearning for his homeland's salvation all crystallized into reality in this singular moment. "Salia, dawn has broken!"

The woman was already clinging tightly to him, sobbing uncontrollably. "Darling, we finally made it... The dawn is here!"