Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 204 - 120: People’s War (Fourth Update)

Chapter 204: Chapter 120: People’s War (Fourth Update)

Facing such national conditions in Mexico, Nitel could only excitedly withdraw his team, but what he hadn’t expected was the news he received three days later.

Not only were the port officials left unprocessed, but even the gang members they had caught were released by the police, and all the confiscated Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid had vanished without a trace.

“The gang members escaped? A fire broke out in the police warehouse, and the confiscated Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid was burned? Are they treating me like a three-year-old child?”

In the office building in Mo City, Mikael Canto looked at the explanations given by the police, almost laughing in anger.

“Nitel, do your country’s officials have any bottom line at all?”

“This…”

Nitel was extremely embarrassed; he couldn’t outright tell Mikael Canto that the bottom line of officials in his country was that there was no limit—as long as it could make them money, they would dare to do what you could only dare to imagine.

“Forget it, arguing about this with you is pointless. I’ve received information that there’s a production line for Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid in the Jimacan slums. I hope your police can work together with us to destroy it.”

Mikael Canto then took out a stack of documents, speaking in a serious tone.

“Ah, going to Jimacan could be dangerous, maybe we shouldn’t go in after all.”

Nitel hesitated, showing his reluctance.

“I know, the security in the slums of Mexico is poor, so I requested the support of your police, and we have made preparations.”

Mikael Canto asserted, declaring that they were ready.

“Well, alright, I’ll contact the police.”

After thinking it over, Nitel realized it wasn’t good to keep refusing, otherwise the higher authorities in the United States would send letters to their President again.

…

Mo City is the capital of Mexico, and it is a large city with a population exceeding twenty million.

It’s hard to imagine that a super metropolis like Mo City still has slums.

Jimacan is the largest slum in Mo City, where the astonishing number of 1.5 million destitute people gather.

When Mikael Canto led the team along with a large group of police officers into this area, they couldn’t help but frown.

In the slum, makeshift shelters made of wood and tin kept appearing, where people who came to Mo City looking for opportunities and work settled due to their dire economic situations, gradually forming this enormous and chaotic slum.

There are also slums in the United States, but most of them were formed after the decline of industrial cities, still using brick and concrete housing, which is completely different from those in Mexico.

As they moved deeper, Mikael Canto gradually sensed that something was off, as the destitute gaze they met was not friendly at all.

However, Mikael Canto soon had to ignore these concerns.

He arrived in the central area of Jimacan, where he discovered dense small workshops, with workers numbering in the thousands.

They saw batches of raw materials for hair growth liquid being brought in for simple production and manufacturing.

For example, the simplest production of packaging bottles: numerous small earth workshops were busy, with piles of PET materials being purchased and then formed through injection molding machines to complete the simple packaging bottles.

The text on the packaging was exactly from the batch of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid imported into the United States.

Upon seeing these production workshops, Mikael Canto immediately fired into the air and shouted loudly, “Everyone put your hands on your head and squat down, this is a police operation!”

However, the expected scenario did not occur, and instead of obediently placing their hands on their head, the workers’ eyes revealed a dangerous look.

“These police are going to destroy our factory.”

“If the factory is gone, we’ll all starve,” he said.

“Kill them, kill them, kill them!”

After a brief silence, workers fetched long and short guns from their rooms and fired through door cracks and window sills, their faces filled with a resolve to defend their homes at all costs.

For these poor souls with nothing left but their lives, working in the production of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid was a hard-earned job with generous benefits that supported entire families.

Now that someone was threatening this livelihood, they would not back down, not even from the police.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The slums erupted with gunfire in an instant.

Mexico was awash with guns, and firearms circulated widely among civilians.

The factories themselves were well-stocked and now handed out weapons to workers, transforming them into merciless militias.

What was even more terrifying was that as the battle erupted on this front, it alarmed the vast majority of the slums. One by one, the poor grabbed guns and rushed to join the fight.

Some were family members of the workers, others relied on the factory for food, and many more were spurred by the economic revitalization the hair growth liquid factory brought to the slums, voluntarily coming forth to repel the attackers.

Bang!

A Mexican police officer fell heavily to the ground, his heart pierced through by a bullet.

A gun barrel peeked out from a hidden gap in the wall, aimed and fired, felling several figures.

A special agent from the United States crouched around a corner, exchanging fire with those up ahead.

Suddenly, the door beside him was quietly pushed open, and a few impoverished individuals wielding machetes shouted incoherent curses as they slashed down mercilessly, chopping him into an unrecognizable mess.

A truck drove up, aimed at Mikael Canto’s team, and rammed into them, flinging several people into the air. A large group of poor jumped out of the back of the truck, firing and slashing without a second word.

Someone poured gasoline on the vehicles of Mikael Canto and others, igniting them in flames to vent their fury, completely destroying the vehicles.

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Those without weapons picked up rocks, beer bottles, slippers, and more, hurling them through the air, a chaotic flurry of debris soaring everywhere.

The local populace in Mexico was extraordinarily fierce, striking with brutal ferocity.

In just a few short minutes, Mikael Canto and his team had plunged into a vast ocean of people’s warfare, being sniped from all directions.

Leveraging their numerical and geographical advantages, Mikael Canto and his troops were beaten back in disarray, fleeing in panic.

The Mexican police were the first to collapse, running faster than rabbits, wishing they had sprouted extra legs.

“Retreat, retreat quickly!”

Mikael Canto, too, started to panic, having never experienced such a scenario. Faced with these rioting people, he felt as if he had stirred up a hornet’s nest.

“I told you not to come here, not to come here, but you just wouldn’t believe it,” Nitel said, his face a mask of regret, his guts turning green.

He never expected things to get this serious; he had only heard the slums were unruly, but this was no mere lawlessness— it was like being on a battlefield!

“Stop talking, just run!”

Although Mikael Canto was skilled with a gun and hand-to-hand combat, and his team was indeed elite, they were embarrassingly outmatched.

Despite being heavily outgunned, they managed to commandeer some vehicles and frantically charged out.

However, once they cleared the slums and conducted a headcount, only a third of those who entered survived to escape; over two-thirds had left their lives behind forever.