The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 229

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐𝟗: 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐧 2

“Those Sicario Kartel bastards were captured alive. As expected of the world’s top hunter, you’re on a whole other level!”

“Just seeing those sons of b*tches’ faces makes my heart feel better!”

From day one, the hunters of [Elephant Union] had been drooling over Siwoo’s tremendous achievements.

Although the amount of time they had spent pursuing the Sicario Kartel varied, they had all been on their trail for months, if not years.

Whenever they thought they were getting close, the trail would go cold.

Every time they thought they had found one of their hideouts, they would escape.

On top of that, they were constantly being attacked or having their intelligence leaked, making each day a living hell.

The number of comrades who had lost their lives at their hands had already surpassed triple digits.

To prepare for the worst, the hunters of [Elephant Union] had refrained from starting families and had even cut off contact with their parents and siblings.

If the cartel ever got their hands on their families’ information, it could be the start of a living nightmare, so they had no choice but to make these difficult decisions.

Therefore, for these hunters, capturing members of the Sicario Kartel alive was more than just a thrilling victory.

“But why are they in this state?”

“Have they completely lost their minds? Are they doing this on purpose to avoid giving up information?”

“Should we start by breaking their fingers?”

The Sicario members, who were lying on the floor in handcuffs, were drooling uncontrollably and writhing around.

“What the hell? Captain, did these guys take some kind of drug?”

“No. . . . They got like this after being interrogated by Hunter Min Siwoo.”

Javier’s expression darkened as if a terrible memory had resurfaced.

The few hours he had spent in that room had been a living hell unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

As their screams grew louder and more horrific, Siwoo eventually cast a Silence spell around them, and whenever they tried to bite their tongues and commit suicide, he would just smile and heal their wounds.

The agony of wanting to die but not being able to, and wanting to live but not being able to.

In the end, the two assassins, who possessed abilities exceeding that of an S-rank Hunter, began spilling information without Siwoo even having to ask.

Ever since then, Javier had come to see Siwoo not simply as a strong individual, but as a monstrous fiend.

“You’re saying they got like this after being interrogated. . . ?”

“Did he hypnotize them or something? There’s not a single visible wound.”

“Here, this is the information we extracted from them.”

Javier handed the other hunters the papers containing the information the Sicario members had divulged.

At first, he had tried to record it as an audio file, but it was so full of screams and ripping sounds that he had decided to write it down instead.

“Wowㅡ Is Hunter Min Siwoo an angel sent from heaven? How did he manage to obtain all this information in just one day?”

“Hey, it says here where their current hideout is. This is crazy, crazy.”

“This is more information than we could have gathered in months of hard work. We should have asked the Hunter for help sooner.”

Siwoo chuckled and patted their excited shoulders.

However, Javier was unable to share in their joy.

‘𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴. 𝘈𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭.’

There was no doubt that Min Siwoo was a huge asset to [Elephant Union].

If he were to continue assisting them throughout the operation, they might actually be able to apprehend all the members of the Sicario Kartel.

‘𝘉𝘶𝘵. . . 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴. . . . 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰. . .’

He massaged his temples with his tattooed hand, his mind in turmoil, while Siwoo watched him from afar.

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In a back alley in Juarez.

Despite the scorching heat of the midday sun, a man was walking with his shirt collar raised.

The poorly dressed man gradually made his way to a rundown area and knocked on the back door of a club.

Knock knock knock!!

After a long wait, someone finally opened the door from the inside.

“Who the hell is banging on my door in broad daylight?!”

The person who opened the door glared at the man who had knocked.

“What do you want?”

“Hey, hey, I came to buy some drugs. . . .”

“You son of a b*tch! Don’t you know we don’t do business during the day because of the crackdown?”

“Gasp. . . S, sorry. . . .”

The emaciated man cowered and waved his arms around, but he couldn’t take his hungry eyes off the person before him.

“What the hell are you staring at? Get lost!”

“B-but. Hey, I need some drugs. P-Please, just a little bit. I’ll p-pay you. . . .”

“What’s it to me? Get lost before I break your limbs.”

“What’s going on?”

Just then, another voice chimed in from inside the store, interrupting their conversation.

“It’s nothing, Sub-Boss.”

“Hey, hey, I want drugs! I came here to buy drugs!”

“Will you shut up?! Who do you think you’re talking to, you crazy bastard?!”

“Stop it.”

The Sub-Boss of [Veneno Kartel] waved his hand, silencing their argument.

“Just sell him some drugs and get rid of him before things get any messier. Do you know that we have important guests coming today?”

“Yes, sir. You’re a lucky son of a b*tch.”

“Th, th, thank you!”

“What? Pay up first, asshole.”

“I don’t have any, hey, drugs. . . . I need to take drugs to do my j, j, job. . . .”

“This guy is really crazy.”

The cartel member who was about to sell the drugs chuckled at the emaciated man as if he were a joke.

He had offered to sell him some drugs, but now he was saying he didn’t have any money and wanted to buy them on credit.

Junkies who begged for free drugs because they had run out of money were the worst kind of customers.

That’s because they would never be able to pay back the money, and they were also incapable of quitting drugs, so they would do anything crazy to get their fix.

Sometimes, they would even kill cartel members and steal their drugs, or they would go to rival cartels and offer to provide information on their drug trafficking routes in exchange for drugs.

“Sub-Boss, should we kill him?”

The cartel member decided it would be better to nip this in the bud before it became any more troublesome.

He reached behind his back, ready to kill the man as soon as the order was given.

To retrieve the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants.

“. . .No, give him the drugs.”

“Yes? But. . . ?”

“Give him that instead.”

At the sub-boss’s gesture, the cartel member nodded as if he understood something.

He went into the back of the store and brought out the item the sub-boss had mentioned.

The new drugs that ‘the guests’ had started supplying.

“Here, junkie. Here are your drugs.”

“Th, thank you. . . . I’ll p-pay you next time. . . .”

“They’re 40 pesos, but I’ll give them to you as a special service because they’re new.”

“N-n-new drugs?”

“That’s right. They’re called ‘Lux.’ Be sure to spread the word to your fellow junkies.”

The cartel member handed the man four star-shaped pills and then checked outside before closing the door to the club.

“Sub-boss, can we trust those people?”

“You fool. Our organization has come this far thanks to them. Of course we should trust them.”

“We only follow the Boss and the sub-boss. Not them.”

“Don’t worry about that. From now on, focus on distributing ‘Lux.’ That drug will soon make us the top cartel in this region.”

Currently, there was no single organization that had seized control of the Ciudad Juárez region.

Since it bordered El Paso, Texas, whoever controlled it would effectively control the entire drug trafficking route into the United States.

However, there was no cartel that was unaware of this lucrative opportunity.

As a result, the dominance of Juarez had been changing hands every few months, if not years.

[Veneno Kartel] had also been vying for that dominance for several years, but they had been forced to take a step back due to the sudden emergence of [Sicario Kartel], which had shaken up the entire market.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥! 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯?’

The sub-boss of Veneno Kartel bit his lip.

Last month, the leader of Veneno Kartel had been seriously injured in an attack by Sicario and had been taken to the hospital.

In the aftermath, the organization had been thrown into disarray, and instead of competing for dominance, they were now forced to worry about their very survival.

The sub-boss had no choice but to contact their ‘benefactors’ who had been supporting them from behind the scenes.

‘𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. . . 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴.’

The sub-boss clenched his fists, his determination hardening.

A short while later, the sub-boss was informed by his subordinates that the guests had arrived, and he headed to the reception room to greet them.

Although he had been forced to purchase new drugs because he had asked for their help, that was not a major concern for the sub-boss.

Once he had control of Ciudad Juárez, he would be able to control the supply of all drugs going into the United States, so the profits would naturally follow.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.’

He entered the reception room and greeted the guests who were waiting for him with a smile.

“Welcome! I am Alejandro Miguel Lopez, sub-boss of Veneno Kartel.”

The guests extended their hands in response to Alejandro’s greeting.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Alejandro. My name is Alkesul.”

“My humble name is Liu Xing!”

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Javier, who had been tossing and turning in his bed, opened his eyes, feeling thirsty.

He stumbled out of bed in a daze and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water from the refrigerator.

“Ha. . . .”

As the cold water flowed down his esophagus, he felt his sleepiness gradually fading away.

It was still dark outside.

He brushed his long, flowing hair out of his face and went back to his room.

However, through his dim vision, he could see someone standing by his bed.

Just as he was about to summon his magical energy.

“Hey.”

Javier gasped in surprise and stopped the momentum he had been building.

At that moment, other shadows emerged from different parts of the room and twisted Javier’s arms, forcing him to kneel.

“Crack!”

Javier stared into the darkness with wide, fearful eyes.

The faint light coming in from the window dimly illuminated the burgundy eyes of his opponent.

“Do you want to die?”

“Bu. . . Burdeos. . . .”

The leader of Sicario Kartel, Burdeos, slowly walked forward and stood before him.

“How dare you, a mere insect, capture members of my organization?”

“T-That wasn’t me. . . . It was the Hunters sent by the President. . . .”

“Shut up.”

Burdeos’ fingers dug into Javier’s shoulder.

Zzzzzz. . . . Crackle, crackle!

“ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!”

The other cartel members stuffed a thick cloth into his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

Burdeos continued to electrocute him, not only in his shoulder but in several other places as well.

After a long while.

“Remove the cloth.”

At Burdeos’ command, the shadows pulled the cloth out of Javier’s mouth.

The cloth was soaked with his saliva, vomit, and blood.

Javier was held down by the cartel members, his nose and mouth bleeding profusely.

“Release my men.”

“Groan. . . I d-don’t have the a-authority. . . .”

“Should I electrocute you some more?”

Javier’s body trembled at those chilling words.

“You better understand who put you in that position.”

“. . .Gulp!”

“When I took care of all the rankers, I spared your life because you swore loyalty and promised to be my obedient dog.”

Burdeos grabbed his hair and tilted his head back.

“If you don’t release my men, next time I’ll stick my fingers in your intestines.”

“Gasp. . . Gulp! O-Okay. . . .”

“And. Report every single move that Min Siwoo makes. I’ll let you choose whether you want to die by the sword or by the gun.”

Burdeos glared down at Javier before disappearing with his subordinates.

Javier was left alone, staring at his own excrement and blood on the floor, and he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. .

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