Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 697 - 413: Magic America (Two Updates of 10,000 Words)_3

If it weren't for the protection of the genetic warriors, Carter would definitely already be dead.

Another genetic warrior, at this moment, climbed swiftly on the wall like a gecko, dodging all the bullets shot at him.

The sudden turn of events caused chaos at the scene, and Novartis's face turned ashen. He screamed: "It's not my fault, it wasn't me."

Each super soldier on site raised their guns, and various heavy weapons were also aimed.

In the tense standoff that lasted less than ten seconds, the charging genetic warrior returned, with a huge and hideous tail extending from the biological armor, coiling tightly around a man's neck, dragging him onto the ground, capturing him alive.

"The attackers should be from the CIA."

The genetic warrior, holding the anti-material sniper rifle that was used as the murder weapon in one hand, lifted Novartis by his neck with the other hand like he was a chick.

Novartis was scared out of his wits and screamed: "I'm innocent! It really has nothing to do with me. I didn't know there were CIA infiltrators among my people. I am so rich and haven't fully enjoyed my good life yet. How could I be a spy for the CIA?"

At this moment, Novartis was on the verge of collapsing, tearless in his despair.

He never expected to be entangled in such a matter. A perfectly good deal went wrong, and this assassination had nothing to do with him.

Who wouldn't know the background of the Tijuana Group? These are truly ruthless people, daring to smuggle at the border and play war games with the Beautiful Country's anti-smuggling teams, often deploying helicopters, armored vehicles, tanks, and super soldiers, making the Beautiful Country's anti-smuggling troops very distressed.

And behind Tijuana, stood the Jieke Group, the overlord of Southeast Asia, whose boss is known as the Emperor of Southeast Asia, a ruthless man among ruthless men. He's not foolish, why would he provoke them? Even a hundred lives would not be enough!

The bodyguards brought by Novartis, seeing their boss captured, did not dare to move at all. Otherwise, they would die even faster than the boss.

At the same time, the genetic warrior who blocked the bullet stood up, revealing Carter who was protected underneath.

"Let him go, he has nothing to do with this."

Carter waved his hand. As the leader of the Tijuana Group, working for Su Jie, he had encountered assassination attempts more than once or twice.

The Beautiful Country wanted to get rid of him quickly, but fortunately, he had people sent by Su Jie for protection. Plus, with Mexico's unique national conditions and the Tijuana Group's deep-rooted presence, the Beautiful Country could never eliminate Tijuana's foundation.

Instead, over the years, Tijuana had grown even stronger. In Mexico, though not completely dominant, the Tijuana Group had influence over both the black and white worlds. The Beautiful Country could gain nothing here.

"It seems our recent new business has attracted attention. The blood trading is too conspicuous; the CIA wants to target us."

Carter murmured to himself. Generally speaking, the CIA had lost many good hands against the Tijuana Group, and wouldn't easily make a move.

This sudden attack was likely due to the recent active blood trading, causing the CIA to want to strike and warn them.

"Do we need to delay our blood purchase plan?"

His newly appointed personal secretary, also a distant relative, whispered.

Snap!

A loud slap sounded.

Carter slapped the secretary to the ground, his eyes cold: "Fake, what nonsense are you talking about? This is a task arranged by Mr. Su, anything can be postponed, but not this. If you have such thoughts again, you'll end up in the sea."

As he spoke, Carter glanced around unintentionally, noticing the two genetic warriors were paying attention to them, making his heart skip a beat.

He knew, these two genetic warriors, while called bodyguards, were actually a form of covert surveillance. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

If he showed any sign of betraying the Jieke Group, today's protectors could become his assailants at any time.

"It's not like we haven't fought the CIA before. Do they think the Tijuana Group is easy to scare? Not only will we not back down, but inform everyone to increase the blood procurement. We're in the dark, the CIA is in the open; what is there to fear?"

With a cold snort, Carter stepped forward and personally helped Novartis up, handing over an unnamed check.

"This is the amount for this transaction. I'll double it for you. When you go back, promote our place among your peers. The blood price here is advantageous."

Seeing this check, the originally terrified Novartis's eyes immediately lit up, nodding repeatedly: "Sure, sure, Mr. Carter. I apologize for today. I will definitely promote it to my friends back home, so they can all make big money together. Just wait and see."

"I'll be waiting for your news."

Carter patted Novartis's shoulder and had someone escort him away.

He would spend a fortune to kick-start a more extensive blood procurement, starting with this person.

Even letting the suspect in the assassination go, this kind of promotion was sufficient to demonstrate the Tijuana Group's sincerity and importance on the blood business.

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Fortunate to escape, Novartis indeed did not disappoint. He soon spread the word about the high-priced blood purchase by the Jieke Group.

Novartis himself further spread the news about blood extraction throughout the prisons under the CCA.

To be precise, it wasn't just CCA's prisons. Private prisons across the Beautiful Country were engaging in large-scale blood extractions. Even in official prisons, many were secretly doing the same.

Besides prisons, other forms of regular and irregular blood extractions were happening in many places across the Beautiful Country.

For regular blood extractions, hospital doctors would personally recommend it to patients, offering that if they didn't have enough money, they could sell blood for cash. Using their own blood to treat their illnesses was logical and cost-effective.

If their blood wasn't enough, they could call in relatives and friends to join in.

As for irregular blood extraction, it took place in underground black markets. Here, blood-selling stations were established where many poor people, enticed by high prices, chose to sell their blood.

Moreover, many homeless people mysteriously disappeared from the streets and alleys of the Beautiful Country.

Bankers even played the absurd game of blood loans, allowing you to borrow money using your blood as collateral. When the loan matured, instead of repaying with money, you had to repay with blood, with the interest also converted into blood. It was a bizarre form of extreme consumptionism.