Chapter 656: Raging Waves of the Red Sea (Part 6)

Unlike the few pictures in the newspaper, Hal and the other two, who witnessed the massacre scene with their own eyes, were silent in the face of this bloody and cruel scene.

The drug dealers' massacre had nothing worth detailing. They just rushed into the village, fired at all living things, and then threw all the corpses into the sea.

There were no corpses everywhere, no blood splashing, only an empty and silent village. Farm tools used for planting were thrown in the middle of the road. Judging from the traces of blood, it should have been a farmer who was just about to go to the field to work, who was shot and killed halfway.

Oliver picked up a piece of tile from the ground with trembling hands. It was full of blood and still had a small fingerprint on it.

His eyes were red, and he turned to look at the football field drawn on the sand. When the group of drug dealers rushed into the village, this group of children had just finished drawing the football field and were preparing to start playing football. Even the tiles used to draw the football field hadn't had time to be thrown away before they were shot and killed.

Arthur picked up the football stained with blood from the ground. He pursed his lips, seemingly trying hard to suppress his sadness and anger.

Hal jumped down from the eaves and said in a low tone: "Let's leave here first. The reporters are almost here. We can't be photographed."

"No, we have to look for survivors. Maybe... maybe..." Oliver clenched his fists. He still held the last glimmer of hope, but in the end, he followed Hal's instructions and began to walk toward the outside of the village.

There were no mountains or forests here, so there was almost no cover. When the massacre happened, the chance of being able to escape wasn't high. Everyone knew this, so they didn't hold much hope.

However, Hal was flying in the air, and his field of vision was much better than the others. Suddenly, he found that in the poppy field next to him, the leaves of a poppy moved. He keenly captured this anomaly and then stopped.

Hal flew toward that side slowly. When approaching that place, he landed on the ground and then walked over. Just as he peeled back a poppy leaf, a figure fiercely swung a machete at him.

Hal instinctively used green light energy to defend, but the figure swinging the knife, upon seeing the green light all over his body, began to cry and beg for mercy frantically. Hal heard him say in Spanish: "Devil! Devil! God, save me, save us..."

Oliver and Arthur also rushed over. Oliver said excitedly: "Survivor! He must be a survivor of this village! Hurry and ask him what exactly happened..."

Hal tried hard to appease this person. After he took his arm away, Hal saw clearly that it was a thin, dark old man holding a machete used for poppy stalks.

Hal said to him in Spanish: "Are you from this village? Did you see who did it?"

Hearing Spanish, the old man finally calmed down a bit. He shook his head timidly and said: "No, I didn't see anything, I don't know..."

"We won't hurt you." Hal squatted down and said to him: "We are here to investigate the truth. Please tell us who did all this..."

"No, I don't know..." The old man kept repeating, sobbing: "You will burn my fields, drive me out, drive us all away. A few years ago, you already did this..."

Hal paused and asked again: "Who burned your fields?"

"Who else could it be?" The old man's emotions suddenly lost control. He roared and cried: "That stupid president! And that group of whatever congressmen! They knelt to the Americans and burned the things I planted!"

"But... this thing you planted is harmful, don't you know?" Hal said with some confusion, looking around at this circle of very tall poppies, and said: "This thing will be made into addictive drugs, and the people who sell these drugs will commit massacres. Your family and friends might have been killed by them..."

*Era of Genes*

But unexpectedly, Hal's words ignited the old man's anger. He roared: "Yeah!

You all say this thing is poisonous! Don't I know? But only this thing can sell for money, only it can sell for more money!"

"If I plant food, no one will buy it. They only collect these things. I must sell these things so I won't starve to death!"

"But... why is this?" Hal was very puzzled. He said: "Isn't the Mexican government vigorously banning drugs? Didn't they just launch a drug war a few years ago?"

"What kind of bullshit drug war!" The old man said: "They burned the plantations, burned my fields, the purpose was to make room for those foreign companies, and sell all the land to those damn Americans to build factories!"

"Someone pointed a gun at me, wanting me to plant these flowers, saying they would bring money to buy them. So I planted them. But the government said they wanted to ban drugs, so they burned them, drove me out of my fields, and drove me here..."

"But those lunatics from Guadalajara, they said we surrendered to the government, said we colluded with government agents, killed their people, and they wanted revenge, so they wanted to kill us all..."

"Where else can I go? God... where else can I go?"

The sobbing drifted away with the evening wind, and the red poppies swayed like waves. Sin and blood surged back and forth on this ancient land, never stopping. But hearing this tragic sound growing between the flowers of sin, everyone would think about a question: why is this?

When walking out of this field, Oliver saw the sun rising on the horizon. He stood next to the ridge and said like a sigh: "Why is this?... Who is wrong?"

"The Mexican government? But they want to ban drugs. These farmers? But they just want to survive, and even failed. Us? But we just want to help them..."

"If we kill all the drug dealers, can we stop all this?" Oliver raised a question that Hal couldn't answer either, but he knew in his heart that the answer to this question was negative.

If there are buyers, there will be sellers. And as long as someone wants to sell, they will definitely try every means to find someone to plant. And as long as someone plants, someone will sell, and someone will buy. This is like an unsolvable dead end.

Oliver sat down next to the ridge and began to think deeply about how to solve this dead end.

Killing all drug dealers, overthrowing the existing government, saving all farmers—doing any one of these three points alone is useless and will only make things worse. It must be done simultaneously, and even must be done perfectly, to have the possibility of breaking the situation.

But Oliver was very confused. He didn't know what to do. He felt this was completely a fantasy. How could anyone perfectly do these three points at the same time? Even if Hal possessed such great power, he couldn't do it.

Or rather, power is not important, simple willpower is not important, certain missing things are the key.

On the way south, the three became much more silent. They were all thinking about this question, but there was no answer. Until the fishing boat slowly approached Sinaloa, they briefly broke away from this state and started a real hunt for the murderer.

This was not smooth, because every local person here was an accomplice of the drug dealers. They were very fierce and had tight mouths. Wanting to get a little intelligence was harder than climbing to the sky.

What was difficult was not defeating them, but finding the whereabouts of the leader Gallardo from this intricate relationship. Sensing that someone might be targeting him, the cunning Gallardo disappeared instantly.

Relying on Hal's Green Lantern ability, plus Arthur's ability to communicate with fish, plus Oliver's tactics and wisdom, they chased all the way to Guadalajara city, and finally found this culprit in a very hidden cellar.

Compared to these few superheroes with special skills, an ordinary person being able to do this can already be said to have achieved remarkable results.

Hal and the others mainly suffered from being unfamiliar with the place, plus not understanding the organizational structure of drug dealers, and the intelligence was also lacking, so they spent so much effort to catch an ordinary person.

However, this was just the beginning. Captured by them, Galado did not feel he was in the wrong at all. In the dim cellar, a voice speaking English with a Spanish accent echoed through the room, not only full of vigor but also sounding perfectly justified.

"I was born here. Guadalajara is my hometown. When I was born, drugs were rampant here. Running drugs for others was my daily life."

"My family was very poor. I wanted to make money. I just bought a commodity that could be seen everywhere and then sold it to others. What's the problem with this?"

"I made some money and wanted to make more. Someone came to find me, saying he also wanted to make money, and we could work together. So I agreed."

"Later I knew that person was the deputy mayor of Guadalajara. He had two lovers and three illegitimate children. He had to support them, so he needed money. As long as I could make money for him, he could protect me."

"This is very important. In this kind of place, living is more important than anything." Gallardo sat on the chair, without any fear at all. He just said in a very ordinary tone: "I want to live. Those who don't want me to live must die."

"I rented a boat to do business. It wasn't smooth at first, but later, not only the deputy mayor, but the mayor and the governor also favored me. I shared the money I earned with them, and they let me do business."

"But, you damn Americans... oh, that is you, you damn greedy Americans, you don't want me to make money. You colluded with that group of masters in Congress to engage in some drug war, making me lose a large sum of money. You all deserve to die!"

"Do you know what you are talking about?!" The most innocent Arthur was the most angry. He said: "Do you know how many people your business killed?!"

"Then do you know how many people you Americans killed?" Gallardo looked up and said disdainfully: "You not only killed us, but also killed your own people. I can still hear the screams of those agents before they died."

"You..." Arthur was speechless. He said: "You inhuman villain! How can you..."

Gallardo looked at Arthur and said: "It seems you should also be someone who has lived at sea for many years. Your size is good. If you worked with me, you would have made it by now."

Gallardo changed his posture and leaned on the chair, saying: "You don't really think you are very righteous, do you? You, right, that's you, big guy, answer me, why did the United States let the Mexican government engage in a drug war?"

"Of course, to stop you from killing innocent people." Oliver replied.

"I didn't ask you, but you didn't answer correctly either." Gallardo rubbed his mouth and said: "The United States is to suppress Mexico's local industries, so that your companies can open in."

"You burned the plantations, drove the farmers away from their land, sank our ships, and wiped out all armed resistance forces, just to make Mexicans kneel to you and go to your factories to work."

"After every company here is opened by Americans, you can lower wages at will, hire us at a low price, and then sell products at a high price, and use the money earned to do this in other countries, open more companies, recruit more people at a low price. This is your way of occupying the world."

"I will kill every American I see." Gallardo extended a finger and said: "This is what you deserve. When you invaded our country, you should have thought of this."

Oliver opened his mouth. The way Gallardo said about Americans occupying the world made a string in his brain move, but that feeling of missing something was even stronger.

"And..." Gallardo added: "It's not just the mayor and governor of Mexico who make money from my business. Those American big bosses with nostrils on their heads also didn't take less money from me."

"You think how my goods were sold from the West Coast to all parts of the United States? Can Mexicans do it alone? I want to tell you, Americans are even more powerful than us in this line."

"Those big companies, big groups, sold us trade routes and cargo ships, helped us fix customs, local gangs helped us dump goods, local government officials helped us fix legal problems. My business can be done so well, thanks to them."

"Even the CIA is our partner. They turn a blind eye to the shipping routes, and occasionally cooperate with us to kill that group of Cubans. During the drug war, if it weren't for them giving me intelligence, my losses would have been greater."

Hal narrowed his eyes and said: "In the United States, someone is cooperating with you. Who are they?"

"Don't put on that expression of disbelief." Gallardo shook his head and said: "The vast majority of coastal cities have cooperation with me."

"In Coast City, there is 'The Frenchman' cooperating with me. I heard he is the biggest shipping boss there. In Gotham City, the Spencer family is also my good partner. Oh, right, how could I forget my old partner, the Queen family? We have been cooperating for more than ten years..."

"What did you say?!" Oliver widened his eyes. Gallardo's English had a heavy Spanish accent, so Oliver didn't hear it very clearly. He repeated: "You said, who has been cooperating with you for more than ten years???"

"The Queen family, Queen—"

Oliver froze in place, as if struck by lightning. ===== CHAPTER 657 =====