Chapter 234: Indian Tribe, Calusa Tribe, Grave Robbing

September, 1995.

Orlando, Florida.

In the very center of this bustling city, on this land where every inch is worth an ounce of gold, something was being built on a massive scale. The area was surrounded by warning tape, construction workers in hard hats were sweating inside, and a large number of loaders were moving in and out.

It was clear that this was a major project.

And in the center of that project, a nine-story building was rising from the ground.

Louis, dressed in a black windbreaker, stood motionless, watching the construction site with an expressionless face. His eyes were slightly vacant, as if he were distracted and thinking about something.

Beside him were two strange figures in black robes.

In fact.

Louis's Yin Spirit had already left his body.

Thanks to the differences in this strange world, he could leave his body even in broad daylight. He wasn't afraid of the wind or the light, and apart from being unable to manifest and lacking powerful strength and essence, he was practically no different from a Yang Spirit.

In the azure sky, the illusory Louis stepped through the air, his Yin Spirit power spreading outward like tentacles with him at the center.

"Location confirmed."

"Orlando has some innate deficiencies as a primary base, but since it is the headquarters, we can just build more things to modify it."

"Build a nine-story tower in the center, and at the eight compass points surrounding Orlando, build suppression artifacts that align with the local people's thoughts. It would be even better if we could gain the approval of the locals."

"Qian, Xun... Earth, Marsh... Hexagram six..."

"Hmm, not bad. This kind of Feng Shui theory can be applied here. I should teach this to them."

After memorizing the eight ley line nodes, Louis's figure plummeted at high speed.

The speed was unimaginably fast.

In almost a second, he fell from the boundless high altitude and returned to his body below.

Those dim eyes instantly regained their luster. After a brief glance around, he called the person in charge of the construction site over. "Here, here, here, and here—all of these must be built. Also, make them aesthetically pleasing when you do it, and remember to conduct a survey and prepare a contingency plan."

The person in charge was a fatty. He only needed to glance at the locations Louis pointed out on the map to understand, but his brow immediately furrowed.

"Boss, most of the locations are fine, and I can handle them, but I'm afraid I can't handle the one in the northwest corner."

"Hmm? If you can't handle it personally, use the group's power to solve it. Give money if they want money, give face if they want face. If they don't want face or money, then crush them."

Louis said casually, his mind already thinking about his next itinerary.

According to his previous thoughts, he had to visit those three large Indian tribes next. Keep his promise, be loyal to his word, and it would also put his mind at ease, so that the High Priest wouldn't think he wasn't putting in the effort.

Just as he was thinking this, he didn't hear a response from the person in charge. He glanced sideways and saw the person in charge sweating profusely, looking at him with a conflicted expression.

?

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, that northwest corner happens to be adjacent to an Indian tribe. Our group isn't afraid of them, but..." He hesitated, leaving his words unfinished.

Louis understood.

Because not long ago, he had issued an order to take care of the three major Indian tribes. Now it seemed his subordinates were concerned about that.

He looked at the map again. Sure enough, the northwest ley line node was indeed close to a large Indian tribe—the Calusa tribe.

This tribe was one of the three major Indian tribes in Florida. "Indian" was a name given by Westerners to the indigenous people of the Americas. In fact, they each had their own names and did not entirely belong to the same ethnic group. Even now, on the verge of extinction, these people still had their own factions and groups and were not united.

Just like the three major Indian tribes in Florida, they were hostile to each other. This Calusa tribe was not bad; they could be considered the rulers of the Indian tribes in this area.

They were doing quite well, at least they hadn't caused any trouble, or rather, they were very sensible and hadn't tried to arm-wrestle the American government.

However, that was only because they didn't go looking for trouble. They were very strict about their internal territory and were relatively xenophobic. If they didn't use physical means or other methods, it would indeed be easy to trigger a conflict if they wanted to build within their territory.

Now it seemed that this was what the person in charge was worried about.

However, this was nothing to Louis. Louis smiled. "I'll handle it. You just arrange the people."

The person in charge breathed a sigh of relief. "Mission guaranteed!"

Hmm, this fatty used to work in the military.

Returning home, he taught the method he had figured out for surveying Feng Shui and ley line nodes to the women, letting them begin their journey across the country.

Louis took some people and headed to the northwest area of Orlando.

As the boss of a group, Louis naturally couldn't do everything himself. Even if there really was something that needed his personal handling, he would definitely bring people with him.

Especially when there was a possibility of conflict.

Just like now.

Military vehicles sped along the road one after another, kicking up a large amount of dust. In the convoy of more than a dozen vehicles, the strong men in four or five of them were fully armed with rifles, grenades, military tactical glasses...

These were the private armed forces of the Kano Group.

As for whether they would be discovered and held accountable by the government?

Perhaps elsewhere, but not in Orlando.

It was just that they hadn't completely controlled Orlando yet, many basic livelihood industries hadn't been infiltrated, and high-level positions like the mayor were currently only in cooperation, not completely his own people. Otherwise, this convoy could have been entirely private armed forces!

And not just filling those few vehicles!

Boom, boom, boom!!

With the military Humvee in the lead clearing the way, speeding all the way, this black convoy arrived at the territory where the Indian tribe was located.

After entering the modern era, for the sake of its international reputation, the American government specifically designated survival areas for Indians. Theoretically, these survival areas were equivalent to autonomous regions, and the American government would only collect taxes and set up police stations locally.

In fact, it depended on the situation in each place...

This place already belonged to the outskirts of Orlando. Although it was a bit far, there were still schools and residential areas.

When the convoy roared past, a boy who had just changed his life happened to be passing by on a bicycle. Looking at the cool-looking military Humvee, his eyes were full of envy.

He let out an exclamation.

"Whoa..."

The bicycle also stopped.

At this time.

Two girls, one blonde and one black-haired, met him on the road. The boy seemed to want to try to change, so he took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

And not far away, a sturdy boy in a short-sleeved shirt was watching this scene with jealousy.

Louis didn't know what was happening behind him.

Because he was already standing inside the Indian area.

Soon.

A man in a police uniform trotted over. Seeing Louis and the big men beside him, he hurriedly nodded and bowed. "Dear boss, I am Liva, the police officer here. Please allow me to extend my most sincere welcome to you with the most noble, enthusiastic, and heartfelt exclamation..."

Beside Louis, Tang Mi, who had followed him out, rolled his eyes. "Hey, Liva, listen to me. If you keep babbling like this, I will definitely use the gun in my hand to stab your ass hard. That's right, I'm talking about that eye behind you!"

Crack, crack...

A certain cracking sound seemed to come from the backpack behind Tang Mi.

Liva's face turned pale. "Very sorry, please come this way."

While leading the way, Liva talked about the changes the Kano Group had brought to this place.

"Damn American government, they only know how to say pretty words. Do you know how much tax they want us to pay?"

"Twenty percent more than normal citizens!"

"It caused no one to dare to come here to open a shop. Only poachers, grave robbers, and other people who can't see the light come here. Oh shit, just two days ago, I received a report of grave robbing..."

"Thanks to the Kano Group, thanks to the boss. If it weren't for you coming, we wouldn't even be able to popularize water and electricity in the town. Look at this smooth cement road, the bright streetlights, the bicycles that can be ridden directly... Look, that largest supermarket over there was funded by the Kano Group. That is the most prosperous place in the town now..."

Louis didn't interrupt the other party's babbling, calmly watching his surroundings.

In this Indian area, there were large areas of forests and swamps. They mostly lived in the forests and swamps. The natural resources here were very rich, but the sparsely populated America had never lacked these. Coupled with the discrimination and suppression of these people, it was normal for them not to be treated normally.

And this town, built on the edge of the survival area and adjacent to the suburbs of Orlando, was the change these Indians had made. They had walked out of the forest.

In the town center, someone was already waiting.

A group of men with oil paint on their faces and bird feathers in their hair, but wearing shirts and suits, stood there.

Surrounded in the center was a man who was 1.7 meters tall, in his forties or fifties, with graying hair. The most eye-catching thing was the colorful feather shawl draped over his shoulders that even connected to the feathers on his head.

This was... the Chief's crown representing power.

The five Indian crowns: the brave Eagle Feather Crown, the wealthy Gem Crown, the wise Nature Crown, the powerful Chief Crown, and the deadly Death Crown.

Wearing the Chief Crown, this person should be the leader and chief of the Calusa tribe, who ruled the nearby area, including other Indian tribes.

Seeing Louis and the others arrive, the chief walked over directly, smiled, and reached out his hand.

Louis also smiled.

The two men's hands clasped together.

"Very welcome to your arrival. I hope we can make you have a good time here, Mr. Kano. I am Calusa."

"Haha, it's very beautiful here. I like it very much, Chief Calusa."

The two walked into a newly opened coffee shop together. Hmm, business was quite bleak, and it was marked with the Kano family's mark.

Subsequently.

Louis chatted with this Chief Calusa for a while, then handed the specific matters over to the professionals brought from the Kano Group.

He, on the other hand, went around with the chief.

Although he was not good at words, it just so happened that the other party didn't seem to be good at words either.

"Chief Calusa, how does your tribe usually live here?"

"This? Actually, it's just hunting, selling furs, and the like. In fact, apart from this town, we have other villages in the forest."

"Speaking of this, I have to thank Mr. Kano. If it weren't for you, our living conditions would probably be even worse now. Our Calusa tribe repays kindness and takes revenge for grievances. Mr. Kano, just mention whatever you need."

"Our votes can all be given to you."

That's right.

Theoretically, Indians also have the right to vote.

Hmm, theoretically.

After Louis smiled and comforted him a few words, he guided the topic to the mysterious side.

"To tell you the truth, I have always been very interested in mysterious power. Two years ago, I met a priest in California."

"His name is Red Sun."

Speaking of this, Louis stopped his footsteps calmly, quietly watching Calusa.

Calusa frowned slightly, as if thinking about who this name was.

Suddenly.

He seemed to remember something, the expression on his face looked a bit unbelievable, and he even raised his head to look at Louis, as if confirming that Louis wasn't joking with him?

"I'm not joking, otherwise I wouldn't know his name. He wore three crowns: eagle feather, gem, and nature. I usually call him Red High Priest."

"He was the one who told me to help you more."

Calusa's expression was complex, standing still for a long time.

Louis didn't urge him, watching the scenery not far away.

A moment later.

Calusa spoke.

"Mr. Kano, the Red Sun you mentioned was a tribe that ruled this area at the beginning. Because of their stubborn resistance to the American government and their refusal to compromise at all, they were destroyed. But that was more than a hundred years ago."

"If we didn't have a branch relationship with that tribe, and my grandfather had told me, I probably wouldn't know either."

"That Red High Priest was a very famous person in our tribe. My grandfather called him the High Priest closest to the Feathered Serpent God."

"It's a pity that he disappeared later. I didn't expect to hear news of him again from you."

With the Red High Priest as a bridge, the relationship between the two was suddenly drawn closer, or rather, this was a reason.

The other party wanted to live better with the help of the Kano Group's power, and Louis wanted to know information. Both sides were willing, so giving a reason naturally made things heat up quickly.

Subsequently.

Louis and Calusa had an in-depth exchange on mysterious power.

From Calusa, he learned that the mysterious power of most Indian tribes was actually related to gods. The two mainstream mysterious powers were warriors blessed by gods and priests who communicated with gods.

To this day, they had lost most of their mysterious power, leaving only some residual power and "divine artifacts."

"I think your tribe is too pitiful, but I can't just help you blindly. That's not good for you, you understand."

"So, are you willing to send some people to join us?"

Facing Louis's invitation, Calusa was stunned. He understood what this meant.

But did he have a choice?

In front of the devil of money, he, a chief who shouldered the livelihood of countless people, was powerless to resist.

"This is my honor, respected Mr. Kano."

"Our Calusa tribe is willing to serve you."

Louis's smile became more sincere.

He could feel that something was hidden within the chief's body, very powerful. It was strength no less than his own body!

Enough to withstand bullets, flip cars, it could be called a small superman's physical strength.

But he still had to be respectful and obedient in front of him.

And he didn't even need to use force; just by moving his mouth, he could make a chief who possessed mysterious power and held great power submit.

This was the power of money.

Money is the superpower of modern society!

"Good, Calusa, I have decided to expand your town. Perhaps you will like living in a residential area full of water and electricity, being able to open various shops, participate in various industries, and children can be sent to school to embark on the path of the upper class..."

Item after item of promises and prospects made the chief's eyes brighter and brighter, and his back bent lower and lower.

Finally.

"Mr. Kano, the Calusa tribe never takes advantage of benefactors. Although the Red High Priest gave a reward, we have other rewards for you."

"Please come this way."

While walking, Calusa said.

"Although the gods no longer respond to us now, the power bestowed by the gods in the past will not disappear completely. Therefore, more than two hundred years ago, our ancestors made a decision."

"Use special methods to preserve the divine power of warriors and priests."

"This is our biggest source of mysterious power today."

"Of course, we usually don't use these powers. Only when needed will we temporarily inherit them."

"The place I am taking you to this time is the tomb of a priest of our tribe from more than two hundred years ago."

"Perhaps you will be satisfied."

After saying that.

He took Louis to an open space outside a forest.

However...

There was an extra pit on the ground.

Looking at the dug-out pit, Calusa fell silent.

He stared fixedly at the dug-out tomb, his chest heaving up and down, and a powerful aura appeared from his body.

He raised his head abruptly, looking around, and at the same time let out a deafening roar, startling a group of birds to fly away.

"Damn it!!"

"Who?! Who the hell did this?!"

"My Calusa tribe will fight him to the death!!"

"Red Deer! Where are you? Get out here!"

At this moment.

This chief, who had always seemed a bit weak in front of Louis, finally showed a trace of domineering aura.

Perhaps this had something to do with their tribe's traditions?

At this time.

He seemed to remember something and looked in one direction. In the forest not far away, there was a faint cabin.

He kicked the ground, leaving a small pit, and his whole body shot out from the spot.

He rushed directly into it.

But a moment later.

The cabin exploded violently, and the people inside seemed to be gone.

Calusa rushed out again, furious.

Louis, who had been watching from the side, frowned slightly. "Chief Calusa, perhaps you should go to the police station."

Calusa, still in a rage, subconsciously turned his head and looked at Louis angrily. "What kind of bullshit police station, you out—"

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a warning of danger reaching his brain directly from his spine.

He raised his head slightly and saw Louis looking at him indifferently.

Those deep eyes inexplicably made him feel terrified.

!!!

He shivered violently.

Calusa instantly regained his calm.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 235 =====