785: Chapter 431: Great, I can be reincarnated now!
785: Chapter 431: Great, I can be reincarnated now!
Morelos State.
Inside the Izukar Border Prison.
It’s actually just a massive frozen warehouse.
Now used to detain captured militia mbers and drug traffickers.
Hundreds of people cramd inside, shivering as cold wind cuts through.
Many still covered in wounds, moaning and groaning.
So hugged each other to stay warm, while others had already frozen stiff, their wide-open eyes staring blankly.
Honestly, it’s hard not to laugh.
“Get up!
Get up!”
At that mont, a squad of Armored Army soldiers stord in, banging on the iron door with force and pointing at them, shouting.
When one of them moved too slowly, a soldier smashed a rifle butt into his head, cracking his skull open instantly.
Blood sprayed out like a sudden gush of nstrual blood.
“Everyone, get outside, line up, hands on the shoulders of the person in front of you.”
Hundreds of people shuffled forward like “zombies,” their heads hanging low.
Outside, dozens of soldiers glared at them like predators, ready to strike if anyone showed the slightest resistance, unleashing flurries of punches.
Victor’s approach to handling captives used just two words: go hard.
The governnt soldiers felt no psychological or moral burden about it either.
After all, soone has to fill the military court or the martyr’s cetery.
They marched the captives to the Izukar border.
The commanding officer pointed ahead.
“You’re free now.
Go.”
“???”
Tied-up drug traffickers lifted their heads in disbelief.
They’re just letting them go?
One person imdiately rushed forward but froze mid-step, trembling as he turned back to check.
Seeing the Armored Army soldiers remain indifferent, he bolted off at full speed!
His feet seed to fly.
Just as he was about to cross into the neighboring state, a sharp “click” sounded from beneath him, followed by a deafening explosion—BOOM!
The man was shredded into pieces instantly.
His body fragnted, limbs torn off, scattered to the side…
The air fell silent.
“Next group, twenty people.
Hold hands as you go,” the Armored Army commander said expressionlessly.
“No no no!!
They’re making us walk into mines!
They want us dead!
No, no, I won’t do it, I won’t go!” A thin, bespectacled young man suddenly shouted fervently, trying to make a break for it.
BANG.
A gunshot rang out; a bullet lodged in the back of his head, and his body lurched forward out of inertia, collapsing face-down onto the cold ground.
Young n—they just love to sleep.
“Anyone else who disagrees?
Tell —I’ll send you to your death.” The commander squinted, scanning everyone with his sharp gaze.
Each person he locked eyes with visibly shuddered in fear.
See?…
Faced with death, they caved too.
Under the threat of gunfire, groups of twenty linked hands and shakily began their forced march through the mines.
In their hearts, they scread hallelujah, but their mouths cried out “mamma mia.”
BOOM!
Soone triggered another mine.
The entire squad was torn apart and “flew” into the air.
A few were lucky enough not to die instantly, though their legs were blown off, and their stomachs punctured.
They lay on the ground, crawling backward, stretching out their hands.
“Help… Help…”
The governnt soldiers looked on indifferently, so even chuckling.
“Victor, FUCK YOU!!!” Soone shouted in defiance before collapsing, his wide-open eyes fixed in death.
“Hmph.
Cursing at our leader?
Take two drug traffickers—those who bring the body over today get to live,” the commander said coldly.
The drug trafficker captives exchanged glances, then rushed forward.
“Get the hell away!
This one’s mine!
Let take it!”
“Abate, I saved your life once.
Let have this chance in return.”
“Collins, you fucked my wife.
Consider this your payback.”
The drug traffickers erupted into a vicious brawl over the corpse, fists flying, feet kicking, and even teeth biting in desperation.
Eventually, two broad-shouldered n, battered black-and-blue with chipped teeth, triumphantly dragged the body over.
“Not bad.
You two get to live today.
Go stand in the back,” the commander said, visibly pleased.
The two captives bowed deeply in gratitude, their eyes lit with joy.
“Tomorrow, these two will lead the minewalking,” the deputy commander suddenly chid in, then nodded with a smirk.
“Got it.”
Pointing at the corpse of the one who cursed Victor, he asked, “And this one?”
“Chop it up and feed it to the dogs.”
“Got it!”
…
Sonora State.
Tiburon Island.
This largest island in the Gulf of California spans 1,220 square kiloters in area.
Its proximity to the coast makes transportation convenient.
Combined with the infamous “Cannibal Tribe” once residing here, the place garnered international notoriety.
Many adventurous explorers loved visiting…
Only to mysteriously disappear.
Skulls regularly appeared in the island’s interior.
So drug traffickers also recruited warriors from here because these people were completely fearless.
Similarly, in the era of Old xico, this was the largest narcotics trade hub in Sonora State.
Their audacity knew no bounds.
Local drug traffickers even invited cartel leaders from the United States, Canada, and Europe to hold conventions here, voting on which product models were the best.
Business negotiations also happened openly—it only required a small transaction fee, avoiding xican Governnt intervention.
For a ti, the taboo trade of narcotics was brazenly comrcialized.
Of course, these vile practices are long gone…
And so is the Cannibal Tribe.
“After Victor seized control of Sonora State, he marched his armies straight in.
Regardless of age, gender—all were annihilated… The Valadero Tribe, all 378 mbers, were slaughtered completely.”
On the beach, a woman with sunglasses dressed in a white lace outfit cut an elegant figure.
She bent down and scooped up a handful of soil, letting it sift through her fingers.
Two n stood silently beside her, listening intently.
“What happened to the corpses of those 378 people?” a blonde-haired man asked.
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