From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 354 What if the companies disagree?
While this video was going viral around the world, in the city of Juarez, Ivan and Geron were driving away a group of drug dealers.

Behind the drug traffickers were dozens of tons of raw and finished drugs, towed by all sorts of trucks, moving along the road and into the hearts of everyone present.

Because next to these vehicles, like skewers of meat, hung the corpses of locals, moving forward alongside the vehicles.

Half of these bodies belonged to drug dealers, and the other half to civilians.

Because, in the eyes of the locals, these piles of drugs are like glittering gold, or even equivalent in value!

Once they get their hands on it, they have countless ways to sell it and truly escape from this hell.

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

Therefore, whether they are drug dealers or people trying to obtain drugs, they are all treated equally and directly linked together and hung here as a deterrent.

It was only the savage tribes that knew what these people feared, but even so, the expectant and eager looks in the eyes of those around them made the warriors feel uncomfortable.

Even with the threat of corpses, many people are still tempted. They have been corrupted by this stuff, and they can't think of any other way to make money besides relying on it.

Despite the threat of death, they knew that poverty was more terrible than death!
“I always knew this country was plagued by drugs, but I really didn’t know it could be this bad!” Ivan exclaimed.

He had encountered similar situations when he worked in Los Angeles and San Diego, but these things were relatively clearly defined in those two cities, and the police were quite responsible, so things didn't escalate too much.

Or rather, those things in the shadows have little to do with them.

Jerome knew a little more: "It's not rampant, it's rampant! In this land, drug dealers are kings! And this country is even considered restrained..."

He was born in Colombia, a terrible country even worse than Mexico, where many people, like him, don't even have a choice.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Ivan asked, staring at the truckloads of drugs in front of him. "Burn them like those corpses?"

"No, no, no..." Jerome exclaimed in surprise, waving his hands hurriedly. "If you want to get this city and the surrounding area all high, then set it on fire. A lot of these drugs are marijuana. If it really burns down, the whole area will be high!"

"You want to turn Mexico into a second India? Are you really going to burn it like that?!"

Ivan suddenly realized, "That's right... Then I know what to do!"

As he spoke, a faint light shone from his wrist, and an obsidian spear appeared in his hand, which he then plunged into the drug truck beside him.

To those around them, the packets of drugs that were originally like gold were quickly rotting, spoiling, smelling bad, and dissolving under the spear's force, and black liquid was flowing out in everyone's eyes!

"Hey, what a wonderful use of the power of death!" Ivan said cheerfully, then saw Jerome clutching his forehead. "We're on the street! If you dissolve this stuff and let it flow onto the street, what if someone tries to touch it?"

"These dead things must cause a lot of harm to people, right?"

Ivan gasped in astonishment. "It's true! If someone were to actually drink this deadly substance, they would die along with it. This is the manifestation of His Majesty Kokata's power..."

He also sensed something was wrong. What if someone actually drank it? Wouldn't he become the sinner?

"Quick, quick, collect all this stuff. Can we destroy it on-site? We've given you a place to dispose of it!" Jerome said hurriedly, waving his hand. A gust of wind appeared, blowing the water in front of them back into the truck's cargo hold.

Extraordinary power sealed the breach, preventing the water from spilling out.

"Let's go to the disposal site we've set up and turn all these drugs into 'dead water'! We'll build a pool there, and if we catch any more drug dealers in the future, we'll feed them water!"

Jerome suddenly had a whimsical thought, "Dying from the very things you sell isn't such a loss, is it?"

"What are you saying? Even if they feel they're getting a bad deal, can't they just refuse to drink?" Ivan chuckled. Jerome always liked to stir up trouble. "Hey, where are Chief Karl and Alex? We've been preparing for the ritual here, and we haven't seen them all day," Ivan asked again.

Jerón knew, "Didn't the tribe send people? They went to greet them, and because High Priest Karl wants to change Mexico, they were also welcoming the multinational corporations that control the vast majority of the country's real estate, commerce, transportation, and other businesses..."

"What multinational corporation? Aren't they just American people at heart?" Ivan said dismissively. "Fine, let's welcome the people from America's company. If they know what's good for them, we'll send them back; if not..."

The tribe's knives are also very sharp!

……

At Juarez City Airport, as large passenger planes landed one after another, the leaders of major multinational corporations from all over the world arrived here.

Their reason for coming here was simple: Karl, the current ruler of northern Mexico, wanted to talk to them.

Even though the Apache tribe only existed here for a short week, with their crackdown on drug traffickers, the area has effectively become their territory. Mexico City can't even control the drug traffickers, let alone them.
That's why the multinational executives who came were actually very uneasy, because their partner had changed to an extraordinary organization!
Although America still refers to the Apache tribe as a small indigenous tribe internationally, they all know that the tribe has long since separated from America.

In the battle between Quetzalcoatl and Traloc, amidst the tsunami known as the Atlas Serpent, this became the settled matter.

America's officials wanted to save face, so they didn't talk about it. But these multinational corporations are all incredibly powerful, so of course they know the inside story. Therefore, they also exchanged information with each other with great concern.

"Do you think they sent us here this time for cooperation?"

"Absolutely! Without us, could this country function? Absolutely not! Without our technology, industry, and machinery, this country would grind to a halt!"

"Yes, without our consent, they'll all go hungry today! If these people want to rule this area, they need our help!"

"They need our machinery to mine, they need our trucks for transportation, and they need us to provide weapons for their battles..."

As they talked, the light in their eyes grew brighter and brighter. The more they discussed, the more they realized that the country couldn't do without them!
What's there to be afraid of? Even if these people are superhuman, they don't need to eat. But with so many people in this country, don't they all need to eat?

With these, the companies are practically invincible!

Coincidentally, Karl, standing outside the airport, had the same thought.

He was talking to Alex, “It’s appalling, absolutely appalling! Is this really a country?”

In Carl's hands were the information he had gathered about the owners of all the means of production in this region, which, unsurprisingly, were all multinational corporations.

What surprised him most was what was described in these data: "Cola is cheaper than water, and water is privately owned, so it's very expensive? They usually buy cola instead of drinking water, and even use beverages to cook rice?"

"It's all private. You have to pay to plant and irrigate, you have to pay to use water, and you can't even use the water that falls from the sky, you have to pay for that too!"

Alex was also reading the documents. "I've seen these things before, but this is terrifying. These big companies make a huge profit in Mexico without paying taxes on most of it? And the damage they cause to resources is paid for by the entire nation..."

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

Carl put down the documents in his hand, his face grim. "I don't think I need to look at them anymore. The profits these companies have made in Mexico aren't just a little bit; they're the entire country! I think this needs to be changed!"

"They want dignity, so we'll give them dignity!"

“If they don’t want to be respectable, we’ll help them be respectable!” Karl’s voice was chilling!
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