From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 349 I'm Going to Win, Bro!
Karl's assessment of his own tribe was actually correct.

While they were choosing to set out on their expedition, far from their tribe, in Mexico City, a group of people were discussing something.

The people here are diverse; some come from America, some from Mexico, some from Colombia, and some even from Bolivia.

However, they all share the same identity here: "drug dealers".

Of course, they now see themselves as the "victims" because their sales and transportation plans have been almost completely disrupted over the past six months.

“Is this road still passable? If not, we can go around Texas or Florida; we have connections there too!” one drug dealer couldn’t help but say. “It’s better than waiting here…”

Another drug dealer disagreed, shouting, "More than half of our drugs are shipped from California. Besides Los Angeles and New York, where else can we consume so many drugs? Miami? That place that's practically been turned into a Catholic city by Catholicism?"

This statement silenced everyone. Wasn't another reason why their business wasn't doing well due to the spread of the Vatican?
These old-school religions are different from the sects they have corrupted. The Catholic Church, an ancient organization, explicitly prohibits any drugs, so their profits have been declining as the Church spreads its influence.

But no one dared to cause trouble for the Vatican, not even America. Who did they think they were?

Especially recently, with the Vatican dealing with the problem of demons across the country, they are even more afraid to act. They even have to conceal their whereabouts and reduce their chances of being exposed.

Because drug dealers had already gone to collect debts, only to encounter a demonized "creditor" who then shut down their entire family's accounts!

After the practice of "devilish prayer" was popularized, everyone seemed to have gained a kind of ability called "fight to the death." Everyone discovered that, under the threat of "devil," many people were actually quite kind and amiable.

This even includes the drug dealers, who have also found that business is becoming increasingly difficult.

"If all else fails, we'll have to go by sea... Give the coast guard a little extra money, and we can still make ends meet. It's best not to mess with these crazy tribesmen!"

"Yes, we can still go to the Caribbean. Miami may have problems, but the surrounding states are fine. It's no big deal!"

Those who spoke were mostly drug dealers within America, adhering to the principle of "caution" and unwilling to cause too much trouble.

At this point, the Mexican drug traffickers could no longer contain themselves and shouted, "You can go your own way, we won't take this route. We're bearing all the transportation costs. If we continue like this, our future profits will drop by at least a third!"

He looked disdainfully at this group of America's "colleagues," "You people are just scared out of your wits by so-called supernatural beings! So what if they are supernatural? Even angels and demons can't destroy an island, so what threat can they pose to us?"

"Besides, they're just a bunch of stray dogs. Have they really done anything wrong in the past six months? America's only reason for not touching them is because she's afraid of public opinion!"

No one knows anything about the giant snake and Alex except for America's official sources.

After all, America's officials knew this was a scandal, and naturally they wouldn't let anyone talk about it. Therefore, their leniency towards the indigenous people was interpreted as a special kind of "public pressure."

Therefore, many people do feel a sense of contempt towards them.

Upon hearing his words, more drug dealers and warlords expressed their agreement: "Yes, their comfortable lives have destroyed their fighting spirit! Now, we need to deal with this issue. If we succeed, you will have to contribute even more money!"

This arrogant group has already begun dividing up the spoils.

“Then good luck to you!” America’s drug dealer stood up without hesitation. “If you can really do that, we will voluntarily reduce our own quota. We hope you can do it!”

"Hey, cowards!" A group of people made obscene gestures at them, watching them flee in panic.

They were convinced they had it in the bag. They could beat government forces and intelligence agents from around the world, so how could they possibly lose to so-called "vagrants"? A group of vagrants who occupied this area and blocked their path to making money!
Unbeknownst to them, the group of American drug dealers regrouped after a brief separation.

"It looks like we need to find new partners!"

"Yeah, they all thought the American government was some kind of nice guy, really incompetent. These indigenous people were dead the very next day! I don't even want to imagine how terrifying these superhumans are who can shut the government up!" "Never mind, let's come back in a couple of days to collect their bodies. They'll probably thank us!"

"What should we do then? It seems we've run out of agents here. Should we find another batch?"

"Not necessarily. These guys are also supporters of outdated doctrines. Maybe in the future, only corn will be planted on this land?"

A drug dealer told a lame joke that caused an awkward silence. Someone even said, "Domestically, we're threatened by demons; internationally, we're threatened by alien gods. Why is it so difficult for us to do business?"

"If all else fails, how about a trip to the Golden Triangle? The big country in the north is gone, but we can continue developing that area!"

"Yes, yes, go ahead and develop it... I hope the next time I see you, you'll be a monk..."

Everyone fell silent, then turned their gaze to the west. "If all else fails, let's go to Africa..."

"That's the only place left. Luckily, we have a way in!"

"As for those war-mongers on this land, wish them good luck. They're going to fight those terrifying superhumans who can cause natural disasters. Do you think they'll be able to leave with a whole corpse?"

"It should be a bit difficult..."

America's drug traffickers have left, but the warmongers of Latin America have already begun their preparations for battle.

"This time, we will use all our strength to completely annihilate them!" the leader said fanatically. "My Sangalo family will show America's cowardly mafia what it means to hide in their own country while we control the political situation of this nation!"

He waved his hand, and a satellite image of the tribe appeared on the screen beside him. "Through satellites, we discovered that most of their tribes are within our borders. Except for those bases located on the American border, which we won't attack, the other bases are all within our attack range!"

"This time, we're going to use our tanks, fighter jets, and missiles to show these guys who're still indulging in some kind of god worship what modern technology is!"

"It's not like your Sangalo family is the only one with these things; our Pablo family has plenty too!"

"Our Gulf family can send warships!"

"Our Alavi family can directly mobilize the army!"

Everyone was shouting about their power, expressing their strength, and reinforcing their confidence!
They exchanged a glance, both revealing cruel smiles. Every time such a smile appeared, it meant that more people would die at their hands!

"In that case, why don't we divide up their people first? I heard there are already nearly 100,000 people in this base. Shouldn't we make them our assets?"

"The men are there to transport goods, and the women are there to make money. If they're disobedient, they're all good goods, so we can just sell them off!"

"That's such a waste. Why not have them grow the goods for us, or pray for us? They can fool the American authorities, so wouldn't it be even easier for them to fool customs for us?"

The drug lords' minds immediately started wandering, contemplating scenarios of victory and the division of spoils; they hadn't even considered the possibility of failure.

But someone will help them think of something.

"Mr. Sangalo, news has come from the Mexican government that this group of indigenous people has mobilized their forces and it seems they are heading towards our territory!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present laughed: "We haven't even gone to find them, and they've come to us on their own?"

PS: I can't do it anymore, I can only update three times today. The bonus chapter for monthly votes will be postponed by one day. I don't have anything to do tomorrow, so I should be able to finish updating. My bad, I apologize, orz!

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