NOVPUB784: Chapter 430: Yucatan Island Body Refining Practitioner Attempts to Use Physical Means to Defy Fate!_3
784 -430: Yucatan Island Body Refining Practitioner Attempts to Use Physical Means to Defy Fate!_3
Night had fallen, deep and dark.
The kind of darkness where you couldn’t see your hand in front of you.
“Move!
Hurry up!
Get your fucking asses moving!” A hushed and angry voice cut through the night.
About twenty drug traffickers, crouching low, clutching shovels and land mines, darted across the three-meter-wide cement road, slipping into the borders of Morelos State, just 400 meters in a straight line from Izukar.
“Dig fast, but be careful, don’t blow yourselves up.”
They started digging holes, planting the land mines into the ground.
The “land mine obstacle” tactic proposed by Endric Vinicius was finally put into use.
Fragmented militia groups and armed drug traffickers intended to bury 8,000 mines along the border.
Of course…
not all in one night.
After all, without access to mine-digging vehicles, they had no choice but to rely on physical labor.
What else could they do?
The temporary truce between the US and Mexico had made even some folks in Europe cautious about providing open support.
They didn’t want the Americans getting the wrong idea about any ambitions for North America.
That would be…
unwise.
Even clandestine operations were out of the question.
Their weapon of choice was the MON-100 directional anti-personnel mine.
Nasty stuff.
The kind of mine where one blast could clear a whole area.
Places like Mozambique, Nicaragua, Somalia, Vietnam, and Zambia couldn’t get enough of these things.
If you didn’t like someone, you could just plant one at their doorstep.
These mines even had a phone number written on them…
God knows which little Soviet cutie slapped that on there—business must not have been great lately, and they had to get creative.
But as the saying goes…
“Never run a job in the dark; you’ll trip into the pit.”
Especially for something as precise as handling land mines?
Someone got careless during the installation, and *boom!*
The explosion ripped through everyone nearby.
The deafening blast almost made the soldiers sleeping in Izukar fall out of their beds.
“Gunfire?!
An explosion?!
Where?!”
Searchlights scanned the border, catching a glimpse of people with shovels and land mines.
And naturally…
At the explosion site, a smoking crater remained.
“Run!!!!” Someone yelled, and the Southern drug traffickers scattered like cockroaches.
“Fire!
Fire!”
Gunfire erupted from Izukar almost instantly.
People ran, while bullets chased.
An image straight out of…
A chaotic hellscape of “splendid martial glory.”
The news of drug traffickers planting mines along the border reached the ears of 5th Army Commander Goodrian immediately, who brushed it off coolly with a single remark.
“Send more drug traffickers to the front.
Let them test the mines themselves when the time comes.”
See that…
Now that’s expertise.
No matter how many mines you’ve got, can you outnumber the drug traffickers?
What scrappy tactics haven’t they seen?
Their brains are nothing but a war playbook.
The frontlines were a cacophony of chaos, with everyone busy and no time to breathe.
Meanwhile, in Yucatan.
Cancun…
Quietly nestled in the Marion Island Community, No.
111.
A red sedan pulled up at the front door.
Three impeccably dressed men stepped out, their slicked-back hair gleaming.
“No smoking!
Be polite, remember to be polite!” The man who appeared to be the leader slapped the cigarette out of a subordinate’s mouth.
The other just nodded frantically in response.
“Ring the doorbell.” The leader gestured to the bespectacled man.
The latter pressed the bell twice, and soon the door opened.
“Who are you looking for?” A young kid answered.
“Is the Cartermakko Great Wizard here?
We’ve come a long way and are hoping he can help us.”
The leader pulled out a thick wad of US Dollars.
The kid’s eyes instantly lit up like flashlights.
After a moment’s hesitation, he snatched the cash.
“Wait here.”
With that, the kid bolted inside.
About a minute later, he returned and opened the door.
“Come in.
The Cartermakko Great Wizard is inside.”
The trio followed him in to find the room filled with the scent of sandalwood.
Seated inside was an older man wearing a tall hat, his face adorned with a white beard.
His shirtless torso was inked with dragon and tiger tattoos, exuding a sharp and formidable aura.
His gaze was piercing.
When he saw the three of them enter, he lifted his head to stare.
And to be fair…
He did look the part of a wizard.
With that Evil Ghost Picture hanging behind him, the vibe was downright ominous.
“Good day.”
The leader bowed, followed by his companions.
“What brings you here?” The Cartermakko Great Wizard asked, expressionless.
The leader produced a photo, showing none other than South Government’s “Deputy Defense Minister” and “Minister of Foreign Affairs” Endric Vinicius looking uncharacteristically scholarly.
“Please, take a look at this man.”
The wizard took the photo, while the leader continued, “Do you think he has what it takes to become the President of the Southern regime?”
“Let me see…
tsk tsk tsk…”
The wizard clucked his tongue several times, furrowing his brow in disdain.
“His features don’t look great.
Cursed family luck—I’d say his chances are slim to none.”
He tossed the photo dismissively onto the table.
The leader clenched his jaw briefly, fists tightening as he inhaled deeply.
“I’d ask that you look closely one more time.”
“Unnecessary.
As the Cartermakko Great Wizard, I only need one look to judge the truth!”
“I’m never wrong.
You can leave now.”
The leader’s face darkened.
Suddenly flipping the table, he lunged at the wizard, grabbing him by the collar.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?
Look at it again, don’t tell me he’s a failure!”
“Wha—what are you doing?!
You call this fortune-telling or brawling?!” The wizard protested, wide-eyed.
“Enough bullshit.
Take him away.” The leader waved, and his two subordinates hoisted the wizard up.
The corner kid had already bolted when things went south.
Carefully pocketing the photo, the leader followed.
The group dragged the wizard to an abandoned factory—a repurposed command interrogation site already occupied by several individuals… 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
priests, wizards, and even a Chinese practitioner?
Dressed in Daoist robes.
“Look at it again.
Will he become president or not?” The leader demanded.
“I’ve looked…
and looked again…
it’s…
still a no.”
A backhanded slap from the leader left the wizard’s ear dangling.
“You son of a bitch, you’ll take the hard way, huh?!”
“Trying to fucking die, aren’t you?”
Grabbing the wizard’s head, the leader pummeled him mercilessly until he was vomiting bile from the night before.
Even after collapsing to the ground, the beating continued.
A swift kick to his head drove it into the gravel as crimson splattered everywhere.
“Stop…
please stop!!!”
The wizard raised a trembling hand.
“I’ve re-evaluated…
he…
he can be president, he can be president!!!”
“Your tune changes every fucking day.” Another slap ensued.
“Are you even a real wizard?!”
“I…
I am!
This man is obviously destined for greatness, born to lead!”
The leader smirked, “Hmph, so you can listen when spoken to, huh.”
Passing the photo to the priest nearby, he asked, “What about you, holy man?”
With two broken ribs, the priest stammered, “Th-this man’s visage is divine.
He’s a heavenly figure destined to rule…
to be an Emperor someday.”
“Excellent!”
The leader got up, grinning as he turned to his underlings.
“See that?
Even the gods are backing Mr.
Endric Vinicius, hahahaha!”
The Body Refining Practitioners of Yucatan tried to defy fate through sheer force!
Busting myths, crushing divine claims!
Whatever tricks Vic can pull off…
Mr.
Endric Vinicius can do too.
Loyalty!!
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