Chapter 231: A Country Subjugated by Power (Part 2)


    Gustavo, a cartel member, often thought to himself:


    ‘I’ll kill everyst member of this organization and take it over someday.’


    Even while being beaten under the guise of discipline by his superiors, Gustavo endured the life of the cartel, driven by ambition. He dreamed of reaching the top and living the life of leisure, surrounded by women, like the senior leaders.


    Despite being willing to do anything—looting, arson, murder, kidnapping, drug trafficking—he had remained at the bottom.


    Until the upheaval a year ago.


    “P-please, spare me… Ugh!”


    Gustavo smirked as he drove a knife into the heart of the man before him. The reason for this man’s death was simple:


    ‘How dare he look straight into the eyes of Mexico’s number one?’


    Just the audacity of his gaze was enough.


    That alone justified the man’s death, especially since he was a mere ordinary civilian.


    “Damn, got blood on my clothes. Disgusting. Hey, ve,e clean up this body.”


    “Y-yes!”


    Since the upheaval of 2022, Gustavo had concealed his true nature and survived by any means necessary. As a result, he had recently risen to be Mexico’s number-one ranked yer, allowing him to put his long-held ns into action. He eliminated the superiors who tormented him and the old leaders, forming a new unitposed solely of yers—his own cartel.


    But that was only the beginning.


    After restructuring the organization, his first order of business was to seize control of the government. While there was resistance from the military, the oue was inevitable.


    A yer army, impervious to bullets, was not something regr soldiers could stand against.


    “Mexico’s government is now under our control. I personally decapitated the president, burned his family alive, and purged all government officials. Mexico belongs to our organization now. There’s no hope for you inferior civilians.”


    This happened only a month ago. It was the actions of Gustavo, who had reached level 60. To the people of Mexico, it was a shocking turn of events.


    “From now on, all media is under our control. Confiscate the citizens’ phones, cut off inte andmunication lines, and stop all broadcasts.”


    The reason for Gustavo’smand was clear: to transform the country into one ruled by force, wherews no longer mattered.


    But Gustavo’s tyranny didn’t end there.


    “All civilians are now dered ves to the yers. You lowly beings will crawl whenmanded, and defiance against a yer means immediate execution.”


    It was the natural order in a world where the strong survived.


    To create a kingdom ruled solely by might, he needed to subjugate the civilians first.


    “But who’s this…?”


    Gustavo’s eyesnded on a TV screen.


    [… If any yer intoxicated by power is oppressing the innocent, stop immediately… If you don’t, I will personallye and deliver justice.]


    “Justice? Justice, they say?”


    Gustavo sneered as he read the tranted subtitles.


    A deration to destroy his kingdom, in and simple.


    “F***ing monkey. You think you can challenge me?”


    Even if he knew the situation, it made himugh. There was no way it would work.


    “It’s impossible to enter Mexico anyway.”


    With full control over the military, he had instructed them to shoot down any suspicious aircraft or ships.


    ‘I have no ns for diplomacy anyway. All flights and ships are grounded.’


    Mexico had be apletely istednd, holding millions of hostages as leverage.


    In such a state, there was no way the so-called “ck Scythe” could enter Mexico. Even if he found out about the situation here, it wouldn’t change anything.


    “Arrogant ck Scythe. How dare he talk about justice and retribution? This can’t be tolerated. I’ll soon mobilize the army and strike back at Korea. I’ll show him what happens when he messes with me.”


    There was no one in Mexico who could challenge him now. Both the cartel and the military were under his control.


    ‘I am the king, and thisnd is mine.’


    Not even the ck Scythe could dare to invade his kingdom.


    Knock, knock—


    With a soft knock, someone entered the room.


    “Mr. Gustavo, Mr. Dunga Dunga has arrived.”


    “Oh, is it that time already?”


    Gustavo gestured to his assistant as he got up from his seat.


    “Prepare a reception for our guest. Bring in twenty beautiful ves.”


    “Understood.”


    As the assistant left, secretly cursing Gustavo under his breath, Dunga Dunga stepped into the room.


    “Good to see you, Mr. Gustavo.”


    “Wee, Mr. Dunga Dunga. I hope the journey wasn’t too taxing.”


    “Oh, not at all. It’s a breeze when you have a private jet.”


    “Please, have a seat.”


    Dunga Dunga chuckled as he sat down on the sofa, ncing naturally toward the TV.


    “This is the speech from ck Scythe, isn’t it? I’vee regarding this very issue…”


    Dunga Dunga’s expression grew serious.


    “What do you think of his speech?”


    “It’s nonsense. Not worth taking seriously.”


    “Do you think it was directed at us?”


    “Well, it’s possible, but even if he knows we’ve taken over the government, it changes nothing.”


    “Do you have a n?”


    “A n? What for? He won’t make it past our defenses before getting blown out of the sky.”


    “True, with your orders to shoot down any unauthorized aircraft or vessels, we don’t have much to worry about.”


    “Exactly. We just need to stay here and enjoy ourselves with the ves.”


    Just then, a loud noise interrupted their conversation.