The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 226

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝟔: 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥 2

The footage quickly switches to a video.

It was a video of a battle between the cartels that someone had filmed.

Siwoo observed the men on the screen.

Armored vehicles that resembled military units, various automatic rifles, grenade launchers, and rocket launchers turned the city into a battlefield.

It seemed that in terms of firepower, they could fight even a state army.

Amidst the bullets and grenades being thrown, a group of men appeared.

With skull masks covering their faces, they were members of the Sicario Kartel.

Unlike the others, they entered the battlefield wielding only handguns and short machetes.

Bullets flew and flames erupted.

The Sicario Kartel, which seemed to be about to be slaughtered, blocked the bullets with their shields and cut the necks of their opponents with machetes, or put bullets into their foreheads.

At that moment, the Awakener from the opposing cartel appeared and confronted the Sicario Kartel, but their dominance was short-lived.

The tide of the battle quickly turned.

It was an overwhelming massacre.

The Sicario Kartel marched through enemy lines, confirming kills as they went, and the video ended shortly after.

“Hmm.”

After watching the video, Siwoo organized his thoughts.

And then a question arose.

‘𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵.’

Of course, the Sicario members were strong, but Siwoo didn’t think that was enough to make them uncontrollable by the government.

The president pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It was unclear whether he was nervous about Siwoo’s reaction to the video or the content of the video itself.

“Is there another reason why they’re considered so powerful?”

Siwoo decided to ask directly.

It was difficult to guess based on the video alone.

“The Sicario Kartel is a secretive organization in many ways. We don’t know the size of the organization, we don’t know who the members are, and above all, we haven’t been able to identify the leader.”

“But surely you can’t say they’re strong just because it’s hard to get information? Is there another reason?”

The president hesitated for a moment before answering.

He didn’t have the guts to withhold information from the world’s number one ranker, but he was afraid of his reaction if he told him everything honestly.

“Actually. . . a few years ago, right after I was elected president, I gathered the top Hunters in Mexico. It was to declare war on the cartels.”

President Enrique seemed uncomfortable bringing up the old nightmare, repeatedly wiping his mouth with his hand.

“Do you know a Hunter named Gabriel?”

“No, sorry, I don’t.”

“I see. He was the pride of the nation. He was a super high-ranking Hunter, ranked 1st in Mexico and 5th in the world. All the people loved him.”

Enrique sighed softly and took a sip of the water next to him.

After a brief silence, the president rubbed his palms together and spoke again.

“We launched a massive crackdown. At first, the government had the upper hand. Several cartels surrendered, and several cartels disappeared. Then we heard that an unfamiliar organization called the Sicario Kartel had entered the fray. We didn’t pay any attention to them.”

“Hmm.”

“And. . . three days after they entered the fray. . . all the Hunters were found dead.”

“All of them?”

“Yes. And not just dead. . . they were hung. On the government building, no less.”

It was a sign of ‘warning’ and ‘intimidation’ commonly used by cartels in South America.

It was usually done to intimidate rival organizations or civilians, but it was quite audacious to hang them on a government building, not a bridge.

It was a fascinating arrogance that only those who were confident could possess.

“Gabriel’s body was too gruesome to look at. His body. . . had the words ‘Sicario Kartel’ carved into it with a knife.”

“No other countries have helped since then, have they?”

“That’s right. The US DEA pulled out, and no guilds were willing to sign on. After seeing Mexico’s strongest Hunter die like that.”

“Is that so.”

Sensing unease in Siwoo’s curt reply, Enrique hurriedly continued.

“Ha, but Hunter Min Siwoo and Gabriel are on completely different levels! And you won’t be doing this alone, you’ll be working with the Mexican military and Hunters from the association!”

President Enrique leaned in close and grabbed Siwoo’s hands with both of his, pleading with him.

“Please. . . on behalf of the Mexican government and people, please don’t refuse our request! We have nowhere else to turn now except Hunter Min Siwoo. . . please. . .”

“First, calm down━”

“I’ll give you anything you want. I promise on my father’s name! So please. . .”

“I understand, that’s why I’m here.”

Siwoo felt a little uncomfortable, so he pulled his hands away and patted his shoulder instead.

“Thank you! If you do, I’ll give you 1.5 times the amount I was going to give Giovanni━”

“Um. . . no.”

“What?”

President Enrique looked bewildered.

The amount he was going to give Giovanni was already an astronomical sum.

However, he had squeezed out 1.5 times that amount in order to ask the top-ranked Hunter, Min Siwoo, for help.

As far as the Mexican government was concerned, it was beyond their means.

“I. . . we don’t have enough budget. . . how much do you want? If you want more, we can pay you in installments over several years. . .?”

“No, you misunderstand. You don’t have to pay me.”

“What???”

“Instead, give me some decent artifacts.”

Enrique’s eyes widened at Siwoo’s response, and he looked back and forth between his chief of staff and his secretary.

They too were shocked by Siwoo’s words.

Of course, the artifacts designated by the state were very expensive items.

They were worth at least several hundred million to several billion dollars.

However, the amount he had offered Siwoo was equivalent to about 0.5% of Mexico’s annual budget.

“Really. . . is that okay? I’ll give you as many artifacts as you want, but. . . would you rather have the money. . .?”

“It’s fine. I don’t think I’ll need it here.”

“Here. . .?”

Siwoo was selfish, but he wasn’t a piece of trash who didn’t consider other people’s circumstances.

If it were a rich country, he would have just taken it.

However, he would be like Giovanni if he took the money after seeing Mexico’s current situation.

“I’ll donate the money you were going to give me back to Mexico.”

“Ah. . . th, thank you?”

“And I━”

Siwoo pointed to the monitor and smirked.

“I’ll take it out of those bastards instead.”

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

A dimly lit cathedral.

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, beautifully illuminating the interior.

A few old men and women sat scattered around, quietly praying, and an old priest stood at the pulpit, flipping through a Bible.

Just then, a young man with his hood pulled down entered and slowly approached the priest.

“Father, I would like to pray in private.”

The priest glanced at him with wrinkled eyes and pointed to a small closet door with his hand.

“Thank you.”

The young man went there, opened the door, and stepped into the dark basement.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a large iron door and a man squatting in front of it came into view.

“There’s nothing beyond this, so turn around. . .”

“Carlos, It’s me.”

“I’m not Carlos. . . but who are you?”

“Damn it, you always do this crap.”

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and tossed it to Carlos, who was still squatting.

Carlos chuckled and breathed his magic into the iron door.

“José, José. Come and visit me more often. I miss you.”

“Do you think I’m as free as you? Is the boss inside?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“I see.”

“But be careful. He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”

“. . .Is that so?”

José opened the iron door and went inside.

An enormous, magnificent room that was hard to believe was a basement.

José was momentarily stunned by the sight of what looked like a luxury hotel VIP room.

‘𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.’

He regained his composure and headed to the ‘cleaning room’ where the boss was likely to be.

José frowned as soon as he entered the room.

In fact, the cleaning room didn’t have a separate entrance.

Located in the far corner of the underground hideout, it was simply a large shower room that was mainly used for torture.

José could see several cartel members, the boss sitting in a chair, and people kneeling and trembling.

“What the? It’s José.”

One of the cartel members greeted him knowingly.

“Oh, hello, boss.”

José greeted the boss first, who had his back to him.

The boss’s clothes were emblazoned with a lightning bolt piercing a giant skull.

“What is it?”

The leader of the Sicario Kartel, Burdeos, stopped what he was doing and turned his head to José.

A prominent X-shaped scar between his eyebrows and gun and knife tattoos on both sides of his neck were the first things that caught the eye.

And blood-red eyes that shone like burgundy, just like his name, Burdeos.

José involuntarily gasped as he met those eyes.

“I told you not to come here since you’re on the government’s side.”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t call because the phone might be tapped.”

“What’s the matter?”

“President Enrique has hired a new Hunter.”

Burdeos clicked his tongue and glared at José.

“What? Is that all?”

“Ha, but. . . the Hunter he hired is no ordinary man.”

“Giovanni’s dead. The rest have no business here. Did Koga Haruki come?”

“No, Hunter Min Siwoo came from Korea.”

“If it’s Min Siwoo. . .”

“He’s the Hunter who recently earned the first SSS-rank title.”

At those words, the expressions of his subordinates changed slightly.

They had thought they would be hiring someone like Koga Haruki or Adam Cruz, but they were surprised when an unexpected figure appeared.

Burdeos ran his fingers through his short hair.

“That little bastard who’s going to get himself killed. I warned him so much, but he still hired another Hunter?”

He muttered curses, clearly agitated.

Then his eyes fell on the people kneeling and trembling in front of him.

They were cartel members from the Tucson Cartel who had been cooperating with the Sicario Kartel.

They were in their underwear, their faces covered with black masks that prevented them from seeing.

Burdeos grabbed the mask of one of them and pulled it off.

“Hi, hiiiik!!”

“Pero. Long time no see.”

“Bu, Burdeos. . . I-I’m sorry!”

“Ha. You’re not supposed to say you’re sorry. . . but if you eat all the money and drugs by yourself, what are we supposed to live on?”

“I’m sorry! I guess I got a little greedy! I-I’ll give you all the money back!”

“Yeah, yeah. You have to give all the money back. Because it’s our share.”

Burdeos, who had been speaking softly, raised his right index finger and slowly inserted it into Pero’s sternocleidomastoid muscle.

“Kuaak!!”

“All the money you’ve saved up, your drugs, weapons, items. Hand it all over.”

“Kuuuugh! T-The boss will kill me if he finds out. . .!”

“Are you crazy?”

Burdeos breathed a little magic into the finger he had inserted.

A blood-red electric current began to burn the opponent’s body through his fingertips.

Sizzle. . . crackle!!

“Ughh!”

Smoke billowed from Pero’s body, which gradually turned black and charred.

Burdeos kicked his body away and pulled his finger out.

“Hey. Cut him up and throw him to the crocodiles. And bring the next one.”

“Yes, boss.”

The subordinates next to him replied, and two of them dragged Pero’s body away, while another brought the Tucson member, who had been trembling in the distance, forward.

Burdeos removed the man’s mask.

“Uh, uhooh!”

The cartel member swallowed hard as he saw his face.

“Do you want to die from electrocution too, or do you want to pay?”

Burdeos’ burgundy eyes stared at him as if they were going to devour him. far away, to the front.

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