Chapter 46 - El Maestre (1)
The relationship between the United Kingdom and Mexico had traditionally been relatively good. The first nation that was the first to recognize the sovereignty of independent Mexico, was none other than the UK. There had been some discomfort regarding debt recovery in the past, but it never escalated into direct armed conflicts. The conflicts that did arise were settled in the mid-19th century, and from the early 20th century onwards, they maintained friendly relations. Even during the Falklands War, they covertly supported the UK, despite officially claiming neutrality.
‘It’s funny how those same folks now support Argentina.’
Well, that was international diplomacy for you. Ethics were a forgotten excuse with time, and self-interest was the one unchanging truth.
Anyway, the friendship between Mexico and the UK continued to strengthen into the 21st century. I, who was highly sensitive to every move of that detestable island nation, found it intriguing to watch how the UK, which had committed Brexit suicide, was trying to salvage the situation by discussing FTAs with countries like Mexico. I had desperately hoped that all their attempts would fail and crumble.
Today, two days before the arrival of the cargo to be exchanged for the submarine blueprints, the major Mexican television channels had been flooded with similar breaking news reports since morning.
[According to a statement by Marcelo Ebrard, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the military support provided by the ‘FPDA+1’ nations in response to the Guadalajara incident was formally proposed by the ‘FPDA+1’ nations themselves and accepted by the Mexican government.]
[As a result, at 1:30 AM local time, British Royal Air Force transport planes began landing at the Miguel Hidalgo International Airport, followed by the deployment of security maintenance units from six nations, including Australia, New Zealand, Singapore, Malaysia, and India. It has been confirmed that all members of these security maintenance units are ‘Blessed Ones.’]
[These security maintenance units immediately started joint operations to assist our National Guard upon arrival, and by 7 AM, they had already stabilized one-third of the city of Guadalajara. During this process, the British forces successfully engaged the Los Caballeros Templarios Cartel in three separate encounters, resulting in the elimination of twenty-six ‘The Damned,’ but it has been reported that they failed to arrest or assassinate the notorious ‘Knight Commander (El Maestre).’ No casualties among the British forces have been announced.]
One-third of the city.
Considering this was the result of a surprise attack, it was quite remarkable. To push back the cartel lunatics, who used civilians as shields, so quickly was impressive.
‘They’re not showing any battle footage.’
There must be videos recorded with head cameras during the battle. However, they weren’t even showing the corpses of the dead cartel members. The news was listing dry, uninformative facts.
If there was any scene in the news footage that was worth noting, it was the number of drones flying over the city. Just the ones captured in a single frame rivaled battalion-level assets. It appeared they had allocated an unusually large amount of reconnaissance assets, considering the urban warfare scenario.
Certainly, the United Kingdom, having borrowed abilities and wisdom from “The Round Table of Light and Truth,” and the other five nations who received their filtered knowledge from the UK, wouldn’t expose their capabilities so easily. There was a possibility that they had faced unforeseen consequences when clashing with the Cartel’s Knight Commander.
The news continued to show videos related to the special forces of each country, with the UK being the most impressive, followed by the other four FPDA member nations, and India, which seemed to lag behind. India’s video footage of their special forces showed a four-story inverted pyramid structure placed on top of a vehicle. The news anchor mentioned that this structure had set a new record for the Indian military, surpassing their previous record, and was officially recognized as the largest human-made structure ever registered in the Guinness World Records.
Watching this, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was really necessary to display their abilities in such a way. India’s unique circus sensibility was truly hard to comprehend…
The screen changed, and the British Ambassador to Mexico appeared, delivering some empty and sentimental speech. While the British upper class was known for their eloquent speech, Spanish subtitles were provided.
[According to Marcelo Ebrard, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the support from the ‘FPDA+1’ for Mexico is purely humanitarian, with no political motives. We extend a helping hand out of friendship and compassion to establish peace in this land. We will do our best to assist Mexico.]
It was quite amusing.
I had barely slept last night. I closed my eyes for about thirty minutes only when dawn broke. Nevertheless, what I felt now was more tension than fatigue. Elevated heart rate, higher body temperature than usual, and a slightly dry mouth. It was the sensation of adrenaline secretion due to stress. My trembling fingertips, stimulated by survival instincts and aggressive hatred, were eloquently expressing it.
This day had finally come.
Since my master died of dehydration in my mental labyrinth, the presence of London had never felt so close. I had always hidden myself, concealed and concealed again, living a life where I never exposed myself.
This was both a disaster and an excellent opportunity for me. If I could eliminate them without leaving any traces and then kill those people who were trying to project their influence on the world with the plans of the Round Table, it would be the ultimate payoff from the start.
‘It might also keep the Round Table’s attention fixed on Mexico for a while.’
London’s masters would never allow a group of awakened individuals they had nurtured to be eliminated by a mere natural genius. They would naturally suspect the involvement of someone with the “Eye of the Golden Age.” While they wandered down the wrong path, I would be able to advance further into the preparation stages of the London campaign with greater freedom.
Suyeon, who had been observing my complexion, asked quietly.
“Shall I prepare some coffee?”
“No.”
I needed something else right now.
“Bring me some stimulants.”
What I carried with me was a preparation for when solo action became unavoidable. Suyeon sighed briefly and found the pills in the bag, along with a glass of water. The pills were 200 milligrams each, and there were about five of them. Considering the diminishing effects due to physical enhancement, it was an overdose. It was a somewhat experimental and intuitive administration, as there wasn’t precise research to back it up.
“Are you not planning to sleep at all?”
I swallowed all five pills in one go and dryly replied.
“For the next 48 hours, perhaps. It might even be longer.”
The recently consumed Provigil was a member of the Modafinil family, with fewer side effects compared to amphetamines used in the past. At Walter Reed Army Institute of Research’s “Building 503,” this drug had been studied to enable missions lasting over 80 hours consecutively.
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