I Alone Going To The Tower

Chapter 242

With my joining, the charter quickly changed. Although the number of cartels was large, most of them were gossips.

I waved them from behind the cartel, sprinkling golems, and the command system fell into chaos when I picked and defeated the commanders. After that, the counterattack of the ghosts that found stability began and the situation was settled.

The battle is over. Bound cartel members can be seen kneeling in one corner.

"I'm really indebted to you."

I was shaking hands with a man I initially knew as the head of the ghost corps.

This man's name is Hector Marquez. Of course, they are only in charge of internal affairs and diplomacy, and the real leader is the ghost king Marie.

This person seems to be about the same.

"We have to help each other live. Well."

I shook his hand and glanced around him. Part of the ghost squad's headquarters building was burned or destroyed.

"I do it from time to time."

“Now… I’m used to it.”

Marquez said quietly.

"Once Marie-sama leaves to prevent a catastrophe, the cartel offensive begins. It's an unfair fight. We have to take responsibility for all of Mexico, but it's not a cartel."

"Can't you just catch me and destroy me?"

Marquez shook his head.

"It is virtually impossible to eradicate the cartel. It is made up of a point organization, and there is no distinction between good citizens and the cartel.

"...Ummm."

"More than anything else, if we act hastily, the cartel will stop the strife and join forces against us. The superiors who ate the cartel's money will also hinder us."

Ugh, there are so many reasons. The adult situation is complicated and complicated.

"By the way, when will the Ghost King come?"

"This is the final stage. You will return here as soon as the disaster is over."

A debt was made on the side of the ghost band. But I don't know if this can move Marie or not.

Mexico seems frantic with its internal problems. We clean up the disaster, come back and fight the cartel, and when a disaster happens again, we go to clean it up.

I heard that Han Yun-jeong's Egypt is also having a hard time with the monsters in the control area of the Nile, but the kids seem to be much worse.

"Then I'll make a formal suggestion."

"Yes?"

"This is a help wife deal. I'm going to bring down one of the biggest cartels against you. Instead, the ghosts will help us in our upcoming fight against Albert. How about it?"

Marquez blinked.

"I'll have to talk to Marie-sama for the details, but... is that possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. The phantoms seem to have complex interests in Mexico, but I don't."

Marquez left for the phone right away, saying he would discuss with Marie.

'Then I'll try to move on my own.'

* * *

The underground facility of the Ghost Battalion headquarters.

“It was an order, so I prepared for it, but the guild member of the ghost squad shook his head.

"Cartels aren't usually venomous. Torture, intimidation, or conciliation doesn't work.

Now, in the room in front of me, seven members of the cartel are tied to chairs with their eyes and mouths covered. I looked at the potion I held in my hand.

'Confession Potion' made by Jinbora.

It is not a convenient thing to confess unconditionally when you drink it.

The conditions are very strict. It is said that it does not work for players with anti-magic power, and it is said that the effect will only be applied when the target has a remorse.

'Will this really work?'

Still, I had to go down. I decided to give it a try.

I first loosened their blindfolds and then played the documentary on the screen in front of them.

This is a documentary on cartel made with the support of the Mexican government.

It was made for the purpose of promoting 'War Against Crime' and calming public opinion, but in the first day of airing, the video producers were brutally cut to death by killers, and politicians and residents supported by the cartel rose up, and the broadcast was eventually stopped.

I turned on the video and watched their reactions from behind.

Well, there is no response either. They are screaming evil by turning their heads, yawning, or 'whooping' with their mouths blocked.

'… … Everything is good, but I think it's a video.'

It was made by a public broadcaster, but it is not fun because it emphasizes the educational aspect too much. It seems to explain that drugs are bad for too long.

In the meantime, the video moved to an interview with the victim.

There are stories of starving children who lost their parents, a widow who lost her husband, and a mother caring for her drug-intoxicated son.

'Five?'

There were still members of the organization who were still snoring, but there were also people who were shaken mentally.

'Still, it's not very hopeless.'

After a while, the video ended. I kindly made each one of them open their mouths and fed them with a confession potion.

When all seven of them were fed, they laughed and drooped as if drunk.

After checking the condition, I ordered the ghost hunters to enter the narrow room one by one.

"Then I'll ask."

I asked everyone the same question.

"I'll definitely protect you, so don't worry, tell me where the boss is."

The interrogation continued. Some went mad with swearing, and some looked hesitant, but they kept their mouths shut for fear of reprisal.

and one.

"The central mansion in Valladolid is our base. The boss is there now."

… … I'm rather suspicious of it because it blows so easily, right?

"Why are you just telling me?"

He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I was originally a farmer. I lost my son to a cartel shooting, but the entire Mexican agricultural industry was destroyed and I became a cartel to feed my family."

"……Well."

have ever heard Most of the people who grow drugs do it because they have no other way to make a living.

"It's not hypocrisy. It's not even atonement. This doesn't mean that my sins will go away, and after a while, I won't be able to give up my dog habit again and start shooting people.

… … He is a friend who knows himself very well.

"I'm trash. One day I'll have a tragic end like someone I killed. But..."

He shut his eyes tightly. He seemed to think of his dead son.

"I just want to be faithful to this fleeting feeling I'm feeling right now. That's all."

"Thanks for your cooperation."

It doesn't seem like a lie. I sent this friend drunk on the potion to the ghost squad and got up.

'Ah. did you hear Where is that place?'

- It's not that far. We'll show you right away.

I looked out the window at the sky.

It was clear with no clouds.

'I'll use that magic in a moment.

* * *

Mexican drug lord Alvarez.

Among the most organized drug cartels in Mexico, he had an unrivaled power.

He increased his power by absorbing numerous small and medium-sized cartels, and the police, prosecutors, hunter's associations, and even the political world had his figures seated and stretched out his magic.

He was also a monster deeply rooted in Mexico, earning favor from the locals by focusing on his infrastructure projects, such as establishing hospitals and schools in the provinces he ruled.

In fact, the biggest reason the Mexican president declared surrender was because of Alvarez's power.

But Alvarez wasn't in a good mood today.

"Did all of Blanco's attacking teams get hit?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. A hunter named Matapju suddenly interrupted me..."

Alvarez frowned.

"Matapju? Was there anyone like that?"

"This is the name of the hunter that I recently changed. Previously, it was called the Great Mage..."

"Ah, the little boy who spread magic in that world."

He patted his desk with a worried expression on his face.

"It's an outside hunter, so it's annoying."

"What would you like to do?"

"Still, internal affairs are more difficult than outsiders. If we back down like this, the lower class will look down on us. Send a hunter assassination team and kill them before returning to Korea."

"Okay."

Alvarez got up and looked out the window.

Outside, the wind was strong and the trees were swaying. No, it vibrated a bit.

'what?'

The tree is uprooted and flying away.

Looking closely, it wasn't the wind. An indescribably huge mass of vapor was approaching this way.

"Sat, tornado?"

Quarreung!

Lightning flashed inside the cloud.

Whenever there was a flash of lightning, seeing the inside of the gray cloud glowing with blue fluorescent light was terrifying.(Read more @ hotmtlnovel.xyz)

The swirling cloud advanced, crushing everything in its path.

Alvarez felt it. It's never just a natural phenomenon.

"come!"

"Blood, avoid!"

Alvarez broke the window and ran outside, and the other members of the organization also escaped.

oh oh oh oh oh oh!

No one could stop this huge phenomenon. As the pillars of cloud passed, even the concrete structure turned into rubble and collapsed.

The members of the gang, swept by the radius of the wind, were screaming and spinning frantically.

Then a flash of blue lightning flashed and their voices were buried. Alvarez and the members of the organization, who escaped in a short period of time, were watching the scene with rapture.

"……Ah!"

Alvarez belatedly realized the direction the clouds were heading.

"Damn you! No! No way over there! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The punishment of the clouds that passed by smashing the entire mansion hit even the drug depot in the back. All kinds of drug leaves and finished product powder are swept away by the tornado.

Alvarez knelt down on his knees.

"Hey, how much is that..."

The tornado did not stop and devastated Alvarez's mansion.

The weapons and the guards were all incapacitated and they were wallowing around.

"It's not even a fuss."

Someone was entering the narrowed mansion.

A man wearing a navy blue suit and a short sword behind his back.

The gang members hurriedly aimed their guns at him.

"...who are you?"

Alvarez asked in a weak voice. His gaze was still on his mansion, which had been devastated.

"Do you know the name Kim Yoo-shin?"

Alvarez, who turned his head at those words, opened his eyes.