Chapter 725
Transforming Aura.
The swirling aura dyed the twin pigtails pink and widely spread spirit detection.
‘So this is the limit at just double… Well, better than nothing.’
I tracked the aura entity within a 20-meter radius, or in other words, humans.
I returned to the chaotic party hall.
Not a single person was in sight.
Kaspanio, who had been shot in the side, had already breathed his last.
I opened the waiting room door located behind the podium.
It was a quiet room.
But when I pulled the handle stuck to the floor—
“Yeerng-chaah!”
Clang—! Creak—
“…!!!”
I saw the faces of children, holding their mouths and holding their breaths.
Those were the slaves from earlier.
“Hey, kids, I came to save you.”
“P-please… save us…”
“Don’t you know me? Though I guess everyone was just staring at the floor. I’m NoName, NoName.”
“?”
“NoName, NoName. What do we do if they don’t know?”
“I know, NoName…! You’re really NoName…?”
“Yeah. Come out quickly. There’s no time.”
One, two, three… nine, ten, eleven.
Eleven kids were hiding in the cramped space.
I guided them to my organization members.
“Transport them outside the prison. If even one dies, your organization will be burnt to ashes just like this.”
“We shall obey the command!”
I sent down the third-floor personnel and swapped with the second-floor waiting team.
We methodically moved through the hotel, defeating the lurking organization members and rescuing the hostages.
From the bunny girl dealers on the gambling floor of the fourth floor to the bartenders hiding in the wine bar on the fifth floor.
Finally, the sixth floor.
We waited at the path leading to the rooftop.
“The door is blocked.”
“Shh. There are signs of movement on the rooftop.”
Not just one or two, but five.
The stragglers must have all fled underground.
Just then, we received a radio transmission confirming that the LosKatz organization had captured another straggler.
“Shall we break through?”
“No. It seems there’s a temporary storage tower on the rooftop. It would be dangerous if we triggered a booby trap.”
Mana communication signals were detected from three locations in the wand.
Most importantly, I hadn’t seen Alisa’s face on the way here.
She was probably on the rooftop where she could also use mana.
I cut off the Astarte magic I was using and fell into thought.
Thud-thud-thud-thud—!
“What’s that sound?”
We all turned our eyes toward the source of the noise outside the window.
A helicopter was soaring towards the hotel building at breakneck speed from afar.
“El Rizo, what’s that helicopter flying in right now?”
Crackle—
[It’s Calchona’s private helicopter! They’re trying to escape!]
Escaping.
In a way, that was the best choice she could make.
Staying here would only lead to either ending up in the Florence Prison in the United States or facing a terrible end at the hands of the Sinaloa Cartel.
‘I must stomp out the seed of retaliation here for good.’
I opened the parts compartment of Pangsili.
“How many mana stones do we have left?”
“We have two Phenites.”
“Three Bixbytes are left.”
“Five pearls and one alexandrite…”
“Alexandrite? That’s super expensive, where did you get it?”
“I stole it from the first floor! Heh heh!”
“Hand everything over.”
Like how Thanos fitted the Infinity Stones, I stuck all the mana stones onto my wand.
[▶Subatomic Barrier Activation (Progress: 240/100%)]
[⚠Overcapacity]
After perfectly cloaking my entire body in the barrier.
“Here we go.”
[Casting: Momentum Adjustment]
[Imperial Palace Swordsmanship 5th Technique – Dragon Heart Stab]
I burst through the rooftop door at my maximum speed.
KWA-BOOM-!
A massive explosion erupted that made my heart race instead of just my eardrums.
Bee-bee-bee-bee-beep—!
[▶Subatomic Barrier Activation (Progress: 130/100%)]
The 110% barrier was swiftly chipped away.
I truly felt how strong and solid the 6 Circle barrier at the National Exchange Tournament Stadium was.
Tap-tap—
Even without seeing or hearing, I accurately turned the corner, following the aura’s feeling.
[Imperial Palace Swordsmanship 14th Technique – Cleaving the Earth]
I swung Pangsili.
“AAAAH!”
As a sharp groan escaped, I grabbed its neck and slammed it into the concrete floor.
My vision slowly faded.
Four wands aimed at my head.
“Everyone, get down.”
“Cough, cough…!”
Alisa Calchona Calderon was firmly held in my grip.
I was endlessly rotating the hot aura at my fingertips.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
If I pushed a little further, I felt like I could breathe through her throat instead of her mouth.
“Grrk…! Drop your weapons…! Everyone should listen to this girl…!”
The subordinates obeyed her command.
The organization members who followed up tied them up.
I yanked her hair and forced her to look down at the ruined fortress.
“Do you see? The paradise you created has turned into hell. Look at the number of your self-deceased organization members.”
That’s right.
I really didn’t expect this…
The LosKatz, or rather, Los Calches, had indeed only used non-lethal magic from start to finish as I commanded.
So all these corpses lying around here must be the result of friendly fire or self-termination.
“Why, why, why!!!”
She cried out in despair as if losing her ability to speak.
“If you want to play war games among yourselves, you should have left the Dream Capsule alone. Darkness stays in the dark. Isn’t that the motto of the Mexican cartels?”
“Just because of that…!”
Bang—!
I slammed Alisa’s head onto the rooftop railing.
Crimson blood flowed down her forehead.
“It’s not just that. It’s far more important that people like us live a little more comfortably, healthily, and pleasantly than a bunch of cockroaches like you making pacts over the sheepskin.”
It’s true that Mexican cartels have more power than the government.
But ordinary citizens would seldom have anything to do with them.
One old man, 80 years old, said he had only witnessed cartel fights three times throughout his entire life.
It might be an exaggeration, but it held a kernel of truth.
“Ha-ha, NoName Wizard, you’re going to regret today for the rest of your life… Once you step into the Sinaloa Cartel, you won’t make it back alive!”
“Ha-huh.”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha.”
“Hehe.”
“Is that funny?”
“Yeah. Samba and Guzmán. Do you really think both of them would take revenge for you?”
“What do you mean…”
Tap-tap—
Just then, a curly-haired man appeared, climbing up to the rooftop.
“Well, the stairs are completely wrecked. Yo, it’s been a while, Alisa.”
El Rizo, the boss of Los Calches, wore a sly grin.
“How did you…! How dare a nobody with no money or soldiers think of invading us?”
“Armored vehicles are ridiculously expensive. Buying just one drained all my money. You guys did well. Now, hurry down.”
“Yes, boss!”
“Sure, sure.”
He sent his subordinates down and left only the three of us on the rooftop.
“NoName Wizard, as rumored, you’re a monster. It’s horrifying to think you’d be turned against us.”
“Too bad. The moment you used lethal magic, I was going to send you both to prison along with her.”
“Ha! Unlike this girl, I’ve actually been in real prison for three years. It’s a hellhole. A person should live freely for a long time, obeying the law, right?”
“What…? What kind of relationship do you all have?”
“Just a kind of business deal, you could say? Heh, Calchona is pretty. Truly the mistress of Guzmán.”
“Damn it, there’s no way this is all a coincidence! Right when police and military forces are all compromised, you just happen to come with mana stones to this route? How bold! Damn it!”
“If you’re having an executive meeting, you should keep it down instead of blabbing it around, right?”
Originally, Los Calches was the information-gathering organization dispatched by the Sinaloa Cartel to investigate the movements of the Juárez Cartel.
Is that why the intelligence of LosKatz was beyond imagination in various aspects?
“Did you inform the bosses about the business?”
“Yeah. I thought it over all night. If I were to take it all for myself, it would definitely cause trouble. I can’t keep the kids quiet. Both bosses, Samba and Guzmán, agreed to the business.”
“Then civil war…?”
“We’ll likely reach a ceasefire agreement soon. It can’t last for years… But still, it would be nice if northern Mexico calms down for a while, wouldn’t it?”
“Business…? Ceasefire? What do you mean, El Rizo?”
“Ha-ha! I guess our hot-headed boss doesn’t understand. In this line of work, it’s not just about brute force. Why did the cartel even come to be? It’s all about money, money, and more money.”
Alisa’s expression darkened.
Confused eyes, lips trembling.
“Isn’t our esteemed NoName Wizard proposing a business worth 10 billion dollars?”
“Don’t call me a boss. Don’t say anything that could cause misunderstanding. I have no desire to get entangled with cartels like you.”
“Hah-ha-ha! You’re so shy!”
As El Rizo said, Alisa Calchona really knew far too little.
The era of becoming famous solely for cruelty ended thirty years ago.
[Sinaloa Cartel seems to be involved in more business than expected. Cement, clothing, motorcycles… Hospitality and retail industries, virtual reality services too?]
[These days, transitioning to legitimate business is trendy. One day, the cartel aims to elect a congressman. From then on, new avenues will open for the organization.]
[Then how about the mutant marijuana business?]
[Aren’t there five states in the U.S. prohibiting marijuana? If we can swap all existing drugs for marijuana, there’s no reason not to do it.]
[With the infrastructure in place, we might even gain independence from Mexico.]
[Ha-ha, who knows about that?]
“All lies… It’s all lies…!”
Alisa’s complexion turned pale.
Blood trickled down from her lips, contrasting her pale skin.
“Then how should we write the scenario, NoName Wizard?”
“I think it’ll be fine to follow the plan. I was going to just rush in, but since there are hostages including myself, we prioritizing their rescue could work.”
“Citizens would be shocked. What the fuck? Those Sinaloa bastards?”
“I’ll leave a simple post on social media saying I stopped the issue pointed out as the cause of the Dreaming Mode VP block at Chiwa Chihuahua Magic Power Plant.”
“Very clean.”
“And you, Alisa Calchona.”
“Uh…!”
“A few days ago, you committed murder at the Juárez Hospital, right? Targeting the father of a patient…? The entire world thinks you did it.”
“…What do I care? Someone who borrows money and doesn’t pay it back deserves to die.”
“I feel like I’ve gotten too deeply involved in the cartel’s affairs. Calchona’s fate will be left to your bosses. Is there really a need to go all the way to the U.S.?”
“I will convey that.”
“Damn it! Shoot! Shoot! Damn it! Let them all die!”
Alisa screamed with bloodshot eyes.
The veins in her eyes appeared to burst, progressively growing redder.
“What should we shoot?”
Thud-thud-thud-thud—
At that moment.
The helicopter, which had been quiet until now, flew in right front of us.
Pointing an RPG-7 anti-tank rocket directly at us.
“NoName Wizard!”
“This crazy girl is…!”
[6 Circle Spell: Re Kaizen Familia]
One hundred and one divine beasts emerged at once, enveloping the massive shell.
KWA-BOOM-!
* * *
[★NoName]
[Sinaloa, listen up. By noon the day after tomorrow, bring every member of ‘Los Calchona’ to the hospital front without exception.]
[📍Hospital Ángeles Chihuahua]
-(Vicente Zambada Vallejo): I sincerely apologize for any distress caused due to my negligence. I earnestly ask for your understanding. I am a long-time fan of NoName Wizard. Please wait a moment.
└ Wtf?
└ ???????
└ Is he real?
└ ????
└ Is this the account of the drug lord?? ㄷㄷ
└ Why is Na-ma here in Mexico?
└ Why emphasize being a fan? LOL
└ It means Na-me is harder to quit than drugs~
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└ NameMe ㅋㅋ
└ NameSnophetamine ㅋㅋ