Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 199 - 115: Smuggling (Third Update)

Chapter 199: Chapter 115: Smuggling (Third Update)

Carter was indeed skilled. After Huarez met his sudden death, he swept away Huarez’s followers with the speed of thunder and promoted his own people, already being the second-in-command of the Tijuana drug cartel.

Thus, within mere three days, he had unified all factions, and the entire drug cartel was under his control.

The numerous gang members were not particularly disturbed by this; after all, drug lords tend to have short lives, and it’s normal for the upper echelons to engage in chaotic battles for profit. People just needed to follow the ultimate victor.

As for everything that happened at Huarez Manor, no one had any clue.

The gang subordinates below thought Carter had betrayed and killed Huarez, taking control of Tijuana, unaware that others were behind him.

This wasn’t considered a big deal—just a change of leadership. Weren’t they all just normally growing and selling opium?

But then, an order from the upper ranks completely baffled the numerous gang underlings.

…

“What, you want us to stop our current operations and sell this stuff?”

In a poor community in Te Lu City, Chiou Russell looked at a dozen large boxes filled with bottles of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, his face expressionless.

“Yes, this is the new boss’s order. You’re to smuggle it into the United States and sell it there. A portion of the selling price is your compensation.”

The person responsible for the delivery was also from Tijuana, and he was just as confused about the order but had been instructed to pass it on like this.

“Can this stuff even sell? I remember it’s just shampoo, right?”

Chiou Russell showed a worried face, never having dealt with hair loss himself; he just recognized the name Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid without knowing much about it.

“Who knows? Anyway, the boss wants it this way. You have activities tomorrow, right? Just take it and test the waters. Honestly, none of us are sure.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll give it a try, but don’t blame me if it doesn’t sell.”

Chiou Russell was helpless; he had no idea if the new boss, Carter, was out of his mind. Abandoning the lucrative opium trade to sell shampoo—could they still consider themselves drug dealers?

But as a subordinate, regardless of his dissatisfaction, Chiou Russell could only obediently follow the orders. In a drug cartel like this, disobedient underlings faced extremely tragic fates.

The next day, Chiou Russell got everything ready, found a familiar truck driver, and loaded up the truck with boxes of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid.

“You’re transporting so much this time?”

The driver shuddered, looking at the dozen big boxes mixed in with fruit and vegetable crates, and felt his scalp tingle.

If they were caught, he’d be sitting in jail for a long time.

“Just drive your truck and don’t ask questions you shouldn’t.”

Chiou Russell glared at him and took the passenger seat.

The driver, worried, turned his gaze away. If it weren’t for his family that he needed to provide for and the brutality of these drug lords, he wouldn’t want to take such private jobs.

The truck soon started moving, heading in the direction of the US-Mexico Border.

The driver kept pressing the gas pedal, hoping to deliver the goods quickly and without mishaps.

But typically, the more one worries about something, the more likely it is to happen.

On a road, a military police checkpoint appeared ahead, every officer armed and with dogs checking passing vehicles.

In Mexico, where drug trafficking is rampant, the police could be quick to shoot if anything seemed amiss.

Because they were just now climbing a hill, by the time the driver saw the checkpoint, it was already too late to turn around without being chased down and shot at.

“It’s all over.”

The driver looked at Chiou Russell next to him with a resentful expression. Generally, for such a large-scale opium transport, specialized armed forces would be dispatched for escort, led by elite troops from the group, armed and ready to match the police firepower.

Why was it his unlucky day today? If the opium in the truck were found, even if he miraculously escaped the police’s punishment, the drug lord would not let him, the driver, off the hook.

Unfortunately, it was already too late for regrets. When the truck arrived at the checkpoint, several military police immediately started searching the vehicle with their dogs.

Chiou Russell looked calm, as what they were transporting was not opium, so he had nothing to fear.

However, the driver, due to his excessive nervousness, aroused the suspicion of the police, resulting in a more thorough inspection of the truck. Still, in the end, nothing was found, and the dogs didn’t detect the scent of opium.

Indeed, the police had found Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, but since it wasn’t a dangerous substance, the police didn’t take it seriously, allowing them to pass smoothly.

After a rigorous search lasting over an hour, the truck was finally allowed to pass.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, his body already soaked with sweat.

“Look how scared you got, start driving.”

Chiou Russell sneered, dismissing the driver’s lack of courage.

After driving for another half hour, the truck arrived at a small town near the border, finally stopping in the yard of a house.

Chiou Russell jumped down from the truck, called several accomplices from the house, and together they unloaded the Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid.

After sending the driver away, the group immediately moved everything inside the house. After lifting a carpet, there was a disguised underground tunnel.

This tunnel stretched under the US-Mexico border and led directly into the United States.

The tunnel was equipped with lighting lamps, oxygen cylinders, and storage units, making it very secret and safe.

The group used a cart to load all the Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid, traveling along the underground tunnel to reach inside the United States.

…

Several hours later.

United States, Arizona, Phoenix.

Chiou Russell, wearing a trench coat, walked through the largest city in Arizona.

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Following the manual issued by his superiors, he targeted a neat, young white-collar worker with early baldness, approaching him step by step.

“Hey, buddy, looking for goods?”

He tapped the man’s shoulder and lowered his voice.

The white-collar worker was startled, glanced at Chiou Russell’s attire, and thinking he was being offered opium, repeatedly shook his head, “No, no, I’m not an addict.”

“I’m selling shampoo, Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid.”

Chiou Russell opened his trench coat, revealing small pockets sewn inside, filled with bottles of Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid.

“Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid?”

The white-collar worker’s tone immediately became excited, his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously touched his head.

He had also used Tianyuan Hair Growth Liquid before, but it was taken off the market leading to shortages. His lush, flowing hair had fallen out. His new girlfriend had dumped him for his baldness, a dilemma that had troubled him for a long time as he wished to regain his hair.