The Drug King Melissa Was a Succubus

Shazo circled the area designated by the Drug Enforcement Administration and, using his [Electromagnetic Wave Perception] ability, discovered several high-density signal sources in the vast tropical jungle.

Unlike civilian radio cables that point to ground base stations, these signal sources send their cables straight into the sky, clearly connecting to high-altitude communication satellites at the other end.

In Shazo's eyes, these signal sources emitted countless thick radio wave lines, which precisely avoided entanglement and interference with each other, forming a huge column of radio wave information, like a pillar reaching to the heavens and the earth.

It's spectacular!

Several of these radio towers were exceptionally powerful, with communication density, bandwidth, and signal strength exceeding those of La Paz City, the capital of Baja California Sur, and reaching the standards of the United States military base.

Shazo determined that Melissa's location could not be among these radio wave pillars.

No matter how powerful this woman is, she is merely the ruler of the Washing Powder Empire; the amount of information exchanged by her subordinates cannot reach such a massive scale.

However, out of curiosity, Shazo still intercepted some of the text, audio, and video signals.

Based on the communications, Shazo identified one of these bases as belonging to the CIA, two as belonging to S.H.I.E.L.D.., and one as an armed training base for United Fruit Company.

Mexico truly lives up to its United States as a backyard paradise.

By checking each residence in Tongtianzhu one by one, Shazo quickly identified the stronghold of the Drug King Melissa.

It was a highly secluded mansion, with not only tall and thick walls but also corner towers built at the four corners of the walls.

The four corner towers were covered with thick steel plates, equipped with large-caliber machine guns, and even RPG Rocket and Stinger missile.

After finding his target, Shazo did not immediately call Holly.

He rushed to La Paz City as quickly as possible, purchased a large quantity of weapons and ammunition on the black market, and armed himself.

When it comes to killing, Shazo never trusted bombings from airplanes and missiles; he trusted face-to-face executions much more.

In fact, with his strength, he could have easily charged in and solved the problem with his bare hands.

However, Shazo knew from the intercepted information that Melissa was out and had not returned, so there was no point in going to her door at this time.

Shazo didn't want to wait in the rainforest, so he chose to return to the city to buy weapons and have a hot meal to recover his strength.

As night fell, Shazo finally intercepted a message from Melissa's radio telescope, confirming that she had returned to her residence.

Shazo picked up his heavy handbag and left the hotel.

Reaching a secluded spot in the suburbs, Shazo opened the bag and tucked the six Glock Pistol he had hastily purchased into his waistband.

Back and ribs.

Wearing a tactical vest without bulletproof capabilities, he inserted magazines filled with bullets into his chest pocket. All 38 magazines were extended, each loaded with 30 rounds, and were packed in two layers.

Shazo's equipment was utterly useless; it was extremely heavy, lacked firepower, had a poor suppressive firepower, and was also short of heavy weapons like Grenade.

But for him, as long as the gun could still be fired and the bullets hadn't run out, that was enough.

Shazo patted the thick magazine on his chest and laughed, "Let's have a good fight tonight!"

Melissa returned to her mansion, and as soon as she got out of the car, she eagerly poured herself a glass of chilled whiskey and downed it in one gulp.

Golden liquid flowed from her fiery lips, tracing down her full cheeks, across her slender neck, and finally disappearing into her unseen cleavage.

It was a very ordinary movement, yet it captivated the eyes of all the men present.

Their attention was completely drawn to the golden liquid, their eyes following it downwards, and the Setsuna it disappeared, they all swallowed in unison.

The sound of swallowing was so loud that everyone could hear it.

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Melissa naturally heard it too. She proudly puffed out her full chest and let out a husky, seductive laugh.

Hearing the laughter, the men under her command were filled with lust and fear, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans streamed down their foreheads.

They simultaneously experienced the ultimate temptation and the fear of death, and under the influence of these two extreme emotions, their Mind Stone suffered immense torment.

This torment twisted the Mind Stone of Melissa's subordinates, making them increasingly infatuated with and fearful of Melissa, bringing them closer to becoming assassins.

Sensing the men's pain and Mind Stone shifts, Melissa grew increasingly smug, her laughter becoming even more alluring, seemingly diminishing the murderous aura emanating from her recent killings.

She picked up the two assault rifles she was carrying and casually tossed them to her henchmen behind her.

Then Melissa chose the handsome man in front of her, smiled, and beckoned him with her slender finger. The fear in the man's eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a fervent infatuation.

He followed Melissa up to the second-floor bedroom as if he had lost his soul.

The men in the hall only breathed a sigh of relief after Melissa's figure disappeared behind the door.

Those who haven't been deeply brainwashed think: Great, I wasn't chosen, I can live another day.

The brainwashed die-hards are now lamenting. "Why wasn't I chosen? To spend a night with Queen Melissa, even dying would have been worth it."

Regardless of their true thoughts, they all stepped out of the hall and headed towards their respective rooms.

As mid-to-high-level members of the Washing Powder Empire, they all know that there is no guarantee of a tomorrow.

Therefore, each person's room would naturally have fine wine, delicious food, and even charming young girls to provide them with immediate enjoyment.

But before the men could disperse, they heard a sharp gunshot coming from the doorway.

A bearded man frowned and asked, "Glock Pistol? Which guard accidentally discharged it?"

Another scarred man said with dissatisfaction, "Probably. It seems these guys' training isn't rigorous enough; they actually let their Pistol discharge accidentally."

A man with Blackbeard laughed, "Haha, let's call it a day. We're all exhausted after fighting all day."

"Tomorrow, let them carry guns and jump over crocodiles—"

A series of muffled thuds rang out, startling the three leaders. It was the sound of a 12.7 heavy machine gun; no guard would accidentally touch it unless they wanted to be fed to the crocodiles.

The muffled gunshot lasted only two seconds before abruptly ceasing, followed by the clear, sharp crack of Glock Pistol, even accompanied by faint screams.

"Enemy attack? Enemy attack! Enemy attack--!!"

The bearded man shouted, directing the men to fight back with their weapons. "Reno, open the armory, get the biggest weapons—machine guns, grenades, RPGs, bring them all out!"

Scarface responded loudly, "Yes!"

"Franz, you take five men to the main building and provide cover fire with snipers."

Without saying a word, Blackbeard took off and rushed into the hall.

"Tank crew, Tank crew, follow me, we're going to drive the Tank!!"

Half a minute later, Melissa, disheveled and furious, burst out of the room.

Enraged by the interruption, she picked up the walkie-talkie and loudly demanded of the security guard, "Who is it? Who called?"

The gatekeeper cried out in terror, "Your Majesty, it's a person! It's a monster!"

Melissa was taken aback, then sneered, "A monster? A monster actually attacked my house?"

"Does he not know my reputation, or the might of this queen?"

"Heh, he's courting death!"

Feeling her authority challenged, the beautiful queen's desires subsided, and her fighting spirit erupted.

Instead of going to the armory to get a powerful weapon, she pulled out a Cross Sword and a long, soft whip from the decorations on the living room wall.

Holding this cold weapon, Melissa walked barefoot toward the Main Gate.

"Hehehe, a monster actually came to my door for me to kill while I was sitting at home, how exciting!"

Shazo, holding a Glock Pistol in each hand, strolled through the fortress Main Gate.

He fired rapidly and continuously, killing any gunmen who dared to peek out and attack him; every shot hit the enemy's head accurately.

If the shooter is wearing a helmet, the bullets will slightly adjust their trajectory, hitting his eyes or ears.

This isn't the assassins' [curved shooting technique], but rather Shazo's [Electromagnetic Control] fine-tuning of the bullet's trajectory.

As the gunfire continued, Shazo's understanding of [Electromagnetic Control] grew, and he gradually learned to draw a target on the enemy's head, then add an attractive charge to the bullet and the target, creating a "Sure Hit- hit" effect.

As he made more and more attempts, Shazo's target-drawing skills improved, and he was even able to draw electromagnetic targets on metal.

Then Shazo began to display his magical Gun Fu.

He evolved from shooting heads with every shot to shooting eyes with every shot, and could even fire bullets into the muzzles of guns that were firing randomly without their heads showing, causing them to explode and kill the enemy.

Shazo single-handedly suppressed hundreds of people, preventing them from raising their heads.

The bearded man sat in the Tank command position, observing the battlefield through the periscope, muttering, "Monster, it really is a monster."

The observer and gunner suppressed his fear and shouted, "Don't be afraid! No matter how strong he is, can he defeat Tank?"

The bearded man seemed to wake up from a dream. "Right, even the strongest weapon is just Pistol, it can't destroy Tank, can it?"

"Advance! Enter the Tank's firing range!"

"Load! Aim and fire automatically!"

Amidst the roar of engines, a World War II-era Sherman rumbled into the square, its short, stubby cannon slowly turning and aiming at Shazo in the center of the square.

Shazo looked at the enormous object, which was practically an antique, and almost burst out laughing.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and he drew targets on the bodies of the men inside the Tank before raising his hand and firing.

The first shot pierced the Tank's sights, killing the Tank's observer and gunner.

With his second shot, he fired the bullet into the Tank's observation port, hitting the driver's nostril and piercing his head.

The third shot, the bullet following the Shattering scope notch, deflected slightly by 5 degrees and struck the dazed loader in the head.

Shazo did not fire a fourth shot because the tank commander in charge was curled up in his seat, and he did not have a suitable shooting angle to ensure a fatal shot.

The Tank did not lose power and continued to rumble forward, crashing into a thick wall amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd. The engine quickly overheated and exploded, bringing it to a complete standstill.

The gunmen were completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the Tank that had been taken down in three shots, forgetting all about attacking or dodging.

Shazo didn't waste the opportunity; he fired 40 bullets with both guns in just three seconds, blowing off the same number of heads.

The high-density firing caused the Glock Pistol to overheat rapidly, losing its accuracy and power.

Shazo carelessly tossed aside his Pistol, drew two spares from his waist, and continued firing, driving the gunmen to complete collapse.

Some of them screamed in terror, firing their weapons wildly; others were so terrified that their limbs went weak, and they curled up on the ground, crying and pretending to be dead.

Some even completely lost their minds, dropping their weapons and running away, only to bump into Queen Melissa as she emerged from the main hall.

She looked at the fleeing man with a contemptuous smile, "Traitor, die!"

Melissa's right hand flashed with her long whip, wrapping it around the escapee's neck, and then gently twisting away his life force.

Before the beautiful queen could even laugh out loud, her expression suddenly changed drastically. The Cross Sword in her left hand transformed into a streak of cold light, slashing past her and cleaving a bullet in two.

But Shazo's second bullet was too late to be blocked, hitting Melissa directly in the forehead and creating a deep, bloody hole.

Surprisingly, the bullet only pierced Melissa's scalp and did not penetrate her skull.

Melissa pulled the bullet out of her forehead, howling, "It hurts so much! You damned bastard, how dare you wound the noble Succubus Queen!"

"You deserve to die, you bastard!!"

The gunmen's morale suddenly soared to 100%, and they shouted excitedly, "Queen! Queen Melissa! The immortal Queen Melissa!"

Melissa grinned maliciously, emanating a sweet, cloying fragrance that further stimulated the Mind Stone of her subordinates, driving them into a frenzy and turning them into fearless berserkers.

The gunmen, drawn by the aroma, instantly had bloodshot eyes and roared hoarsely, "Fight for the immortal queen!"

"To die is to be honorable!"

Faced with such a crazed gunman, the Mexico government forces would inevitably be thrown into chaos and then scatter in disarray.

Even elite special forces, the United States of units, would not hesitate to retreat and then call in fierce firepower to cover everything.

But in Shazo's view, these gunmen had gone mad; they had simply gone from being targets behind cover to becoming targets that jumped out of their own hands.

It's much easier to shoot now.

Without the slightest pity or hesitation, he raised his hands and frantically pulled the trigger.

The gunmen ignored Shazo's firepower, raised their guns and fired desperately, even charging forward after emptying their magazines.

Bang bang bang bang, tap tap tap, bang bang bang bang----

Gunshots rang out in rapid succession, like popping beans, interspersed with Melissa's almost manic laughter.

However, her laughter quickly stopped as Shazo slowly approached her amidst a hail of bullets.

Shazo strolled leisurely like a phantom, countless bullets piercing his body, yet not a single one struck him.

Shazo's seemingly casual shooting actually pierced the eye of each gunman, exploding the back of their head and scattering red oil tofu pudding all over the ground.

Melissa's eyes widened, and her full, red lips formed an "O" shape.

She couldn't believe her eyes; such a terrifying monster existed in the human world.

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