The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 239

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑𝟗: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 1

27 days and 17 hours.

That was the duration it took to descend from Ciudad Juárez to Mexico City, eradicating the cartels along the way.

In reality, the cartels in Juarez and the nearby US border areas were the strongest, while the cartels in the areas below were mostly minor organizations.

Of course, there were some who had established their own foothold in the region by operating avocado or marijuana farms.

Such cartels even owned small military units, armored vehicles, tanks, and even submarines.

The bosses carried diamond-encrusted AK-47s and fired intimidating shots.

To them, the [Elephant Union] was like a propaganda mascot of the government.

To eradicate all the cartels in Mexico with just about 20 hunters without any US intervention?

It sounded utterly unrealistic.

The news of “The Enrique government’s successive successes in eradicating cartels” that the media was raving about must have been a staged performance with the government.

Therefore, the cartel bosses in other regions did not believe the media and news, and followed the logic of power as they always had.

And they only believed the news after Siwoo tore apart tanks with his bare hands, plucked the heads off armed troops, and brought them before them.

“Don’t overlook even the small organizations. Record them all. And then crush them.”

Whenever Siwoo dealt with a cartel, he thoroughly investigated all the cartels they dealt with, the cartels they were hostile to, and the cartels they had alliances with.

At the same time, he obtained lists of local officials, military, and police who had taken bribes from the cartels and handed them over to the Enrique government, and anyone who interfered with the [Elephant Union]’s investigation, even slightly, was immediately arrested.

Of course, during the process of crushing the cartels, Siwoo meticulously collected all the drugs, weapons, cash, jewelry, items, magic stones, and artifacts.

After eradicating all the cartels in the capital, Mexico City, Siwoo went with the [Elephant Union] hunters to meet the president.

“Hunter Min Siwoo! I’m so relieved you’re safe!”

President Enrique, who came running out to greet Siwoo, had a much brighter face than before.

The massive axis of evil that had been devouring Mexico had crumbled, so his worries must have been gone.

Of course, as Alejandro had said, drugs, crime, gangs, and the like could never be completely eradicated from this land.

When they’re caught, they reappear; when they’re confiscated, they’re made again; when they’re disbanded, they inevitably regroup.

Nevertheless, criminals must be apprehended and punished, and efforts must be made to prevent crime in advance.

However, there were still reasons to be hopeful.

“It will be noisy for a while. Even if 99% of the cartels, including minor organizations, are eliminated, the remaining 1% of cartels will flex their muscles to seize dominance.”

Siwoo offered his candid opinion.

President Enrique found Siwoo’s honesty reassuring even in this regard.

If it had been Giovanni or another hunter, they would have focused the conversation on boasting about their achievements and exaggerating them.

They would have said things like, “The mission was too difficult, so I need more rewards,” or “How much additional pay is there per cartel boss?”

But Siwoo didn’t even mention money as soon as he sat down. Instead, he started talking about the crisis Mexico would face.

“In particular, punishing ministers, high-ranking officials, military, and police officers who took bribes from the cartels will create vacancies that will need to be filled.”

“Yes, of course. Currently, we are sorting out the clean soldiers and hunters, and the rest will be arrested by the end of today. And with the amount you donated, Hunter Min Siwoo, we plan to handle the aftermath.”

The donation President Enrique referred to was the reward he had initially tried to give Siwoo but was rejected.

An enormous amount equal to 0.5% of Mexico’s annual budget.

President Enrique announced to the media that “SSS-rank Hunter Min Siwoo, who subdued all the cartels in Mexico, donated a large sum to Mexico’s post-war reconstruction.”

Essentially, Siwoo didn’t contribute a single penny, but Enrique made this announcement as a gesture of gratitude.

As a result, Siwoo and Enrique’s popularity was skyrocketing in Mexico.

Even people in North America praised Siwoo, because he had eradicated Mexico’s drug routes.

Of course, North American drug dealers and junkies were cursing him out.

“Shall we move our discussion to the hangar?”

At the special hangar next to the residence, Enrique and his staff were speechless at the sight before them.

Guns, grenades, various weapons, tanks, armored vehicles, jewelry, drugs, items, and magic stones were piled up like mountains, filling the hangar.

Diego handed Enrique a file.

It detailed which cartel had surrendered which items and how much of each.

Occasionally, soldiers, police, or hunters would help themselves to the confiscated items—especially drugs. Fortunately, none of the [Elephant Union] hunters did that.

Instead, Siwoo told them to freely take any jewelry or items they liked from what had been seized from those bastards.

This way, Siwoo didn’t have to spend money, but he could still boost their morale. It was a win-win situation.

“Here’s a hopeful observation: the cartels won’t be able to set up like before. It will take quite some time to acquire weapons and items. And this much equipment will also help the Mexican hunters.”

“Of course. . . But don’t all these belongings belong to Hunter Min Siwoo? We promised, so our government will pay a fair price for them.”

President Enrique looked around at his staff in consternation.

How much should they value all of this?

“No, just take it. It would only be a burden for me to take it all. But I will take about half of the magic stones. And please organize the confiscated money for me.”

Those things were unnecessary for Siwoo anyway.

Choi Kang-yul also had no interest in any of it, and Han Tae-chi only took a few items, likely for experimental purposes.

Those weapons and items were for those who remained here.

“Thank you, Hunter Min Siwoo. . . Thank you, sincerely.”

Enrique grasped Siwoo’s hand and repeated the same words for a long time.

Siwoo and his group were escorted by the [Elephant Union] hunters.

“Diego, you didn’t forget what I said?”

“I know. ‘Prepare for war’, right?”

“Right. Now go in through the gate and practice against monsters.”

“Yes, Captain.”

As the hunters saluted Siwoo, he grinned, waved, and boarded the plane.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

On the outskirts of Berlin.

Under the dim evening air, the clear moonlight faintly painted the street.

An old man walked through it, wearing a bowler hat.

In one hand, he had a paper bag containing a long baguette and Müller’s homemade sausage, and in the other, an ebony cane.

Thud, thud, thud.

“Sigh. . . .”

The old man, who had stopped walking, let out a sigh and tapped the ground lightly with his cane.

He seemed quite irritated.

“I’m on my way to visit a precious friend of mine. There will be warm Schweinshaxe (pork dish) and Asbach (brandy) to warm my stomach. Above all, I want to see my niece.”

He tapped his cane again.

“How about coming back next time? I think there’s such a thing as courtesy in this kind of thing.”

The president of the German Hunter Association, Rolf Bangenheimer, frowned, stroking his mustache.

However, his expectations were undoubtedly betrayed.

Despite Rolf’s warning, a group of masked men appeared from all over the street.

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.’

Rolf Bangenheimer carefully placed the paper bag he was holding in one corner.

Why do good and bad things always come together?

“You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this day for the past few weeks.”

“Hehe. Old man. We don’t like it either. But what can we do if we’re ordered from above.

“What are you ordered to do?”

“Well? It’s obvious, isn’t it? Kill this guy, that guy, and those guys. The old man was just one of them.”

The masked man shrugged and answered him kindly.

Rolf swallowed hard.

It was a question he asked to extract information while inducing them to relax their guard.

The guys didn’t show any signs of letting their guard down, as if they were professionals in this field.

The way they gradually closed the distance and increased their magical power was just like professional assassins.

‘𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭.’

Rolf drew magical power from his dantian and pointed his cane straight ahead.

Hundreds of symbols and letters were engraved in the void, and a dark blue magic circle formed in the void.

[Venom: Poison Hound]

“Bite!”

Dozens of Dobermans emerged from the darkness, their sharp teeth bared, and charged at the group.

“Tsk! Destroy it with skills!”

Ordinary swords or guns could not kill Rolf Bangenheimer’s [Poison Hound].

This was because its very existence was made of poison, so its form didn’t matter much.

Rolf used his meticulous magical power control to control the Dobermans, trying to attack them while avoiding their skills.

━Clang!

━Kyaaaak!

The assassins bitten by the [Poison Hound] spurted blood from all sorts of holes and died with their skin turning black.

‘𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. . . .’

Rolf bit his lips.

As his concentration waned, the Dobermans’ movements became dull, and the remaining assassins succeeded in destroying their skills.

“You won’t be able to use such a wide-area skill consecutively! If we all rush him this time, he won’t be able to do anything!”

Rolf knelt on one knee, leaning on his cane, panting.

The assassins approached him, laughing faintly.

“It seems that age can’t be fooled. . . .”

“Don’t make excuses for your age and train regularly.”

At that moment, a stern voice was heard, and the owner of the voice swung his fist with a fierce momentum.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!!!

A sonic boom occurred, and an enormous wave of magical power tore apart the bodies of the assassins and created a large hole in a straight line.

With just one punch, four assassins disappeared without a trace.

“Th. . . Wh. . . !”

The remaining assassin couldn’t help but lift his feet off the ground and put them back down.

He wanted to run away, but he instinctively realized that he would die the moment he did.

“Who are you guys?”

The newly appeared muscular man asked the assassin.

“We. . . are. . . escaped. . . prisoners.”

“Who ordered you?”

“P-Pandemonium.”

“Just Rolf?”

“No, no. . . . All. . . rankers. . . in the world. . . .”

“What’s the purpose?”

When the man asked with an angry expression, the assassin explained briefly what he knew while trembling.

Pandemonium hadn’t told details to the lower ranks like him, but the general situation was shared among the criminals.

“Pandemonium has gone mad. No, is it the demon race that has gone mad?”

The muscular man, Hans Schröder, frowned at Rolf.

“They’re trying to start a war with humanity.”

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