I savored my al in silence. The gangster in front of did the sa, after he cleaned his plate, he finally resud the conversation.
"What announcent were you talking about? My people scanned the news, and you haven't made any."
"Hoo? I had assud you had spies on my battlefront. So, you really don't know?" I exclaid in glee.
The girls once said that they had found and took care of spies among Hellsend. Aki, Bella and Jo were quite concerned about that matter. If even Zach still knew nothing despite a full night passing, it was a testant to our counter espionage asures.
Probably annoyed that his people sucked, Zach snapped in frustration, "Just out with it, you bastard!"
"Not sure If you already know, but I intend to go to Africa next."
"Is this for Amari Soldat? I rember he ca her with the werewolf liy. It's probably to ask for your help in the succession, right? You intend to brawl with the niggers for him?"
'Werewolf Liy? Just what the fuck does that an?'
[It's an antiquated racial slur. It cos from the historical British naval practice of giving sailors lis to stave off scurvy. Eating lis gives bad breath due to their strong acidity and sharp flavor, which can dry out your mouth.]
'Just how old is this fucker? Wasn't he married to Connie? He sounds like he has been alive since the Brits were shipping slaves.'
[It is uncertain. Details about Specters are under heavy protection. Even more so than the US White house or banks.]
Feeling like I had to get my mind back from the liy tangent, I replied to the racist fuck in front of .
"No, I am going there because he asked for help dealing with demons. Apparently, they have broken through in Kismayo."
"Not surprised, most of the wars in Africa are actually disguises for demon suppressions. The carnage caused by the demons are hidden as atrocities done by rebels, terrorists or whatever. Up till now, no one knows why the demons just won't leave Africa alone."
"I guess. Anyway, I do not intend to help beyond that. Much like Arica I will only help in killing the demons. After that whatever happens is on Amari," I explained as I ate.
"You know The Immortal will beat your ass, right? There is a reason why the battlefronts do not interfere in the affairs of another. And why do you even want to help them. Reports of the ENSAE army preparing to attack you are already widespread."
Getting into a fight with the Immortal Hannibal Mandela was literally not possible. After all contrary to what Zach knew, the Immortal was not actually just a single person. He was more like a superhero. But I guess that was insider information.
When the current holder of the title died a new one would replace him. And much like most superhero successors in comics, they had to be blood related. And the main reason why the demons were invading in the first place was because the Revenant was dying.
"Hannibal Mandela is not a Reaper. He is the {fate}."
"Huh?"
"The "King" of the African battlefront is the one who inherits the {Fate} of a Revenant. The qualifications to do so must be that he has the blood line of the original Hannibal. That ans only those of his lineage can beco the next Hannibal Mandela."
"When "The Immortal" cos to the end of his era, Demons invade en mass. All eager to slay him. Their goal is to evolve from the malice he holds. My father intends to choose a successor before that can happen."
As I had no obligation to tell him what I knew, I avoided the topic about Hannibal.
"The majority of Africa has nothing to do with the ENSAE bastards. When they co here, I will kill them all and then move on. That is all there is to it."
"Sigh, I guess you have the right to say such shit granting that you managed to take out the Condor and the Sierra. Even if they were on their last echoes."
"Huh?"
Zach looked at like I was stupid and began massaging his temples.
"The Condor, Carlos Rodríguez a ranking mber of Sombra Cazador South Arica's equivalent to the Reaper CIA. The Sierra, Herman Fernández an Argentinian powerhouse who is known for his bravery in combat. You took them out without even knowing who they were?"
[Sombra Cazador is Spanish Shadow Hunter, as it is an organization, I left it in its original language.]
'Thanks Exa. Hmm. How should I go about this?'
I could fake killing them, but I could also tell Zach that they were with . Both had their benefits, but it all ca to matter of how long I could hide them. Carlos' abilities were non descriptive. But anyone who saw Herman's conquistadors would know he was alive.
'Fuck it. It's not like anyone would care even if they were alive aside from South Arica.'
"Well, they didn't exactly tell about their aliases. Oh, by the way, neither are dead. They now work for . And I cleansed them from malice just like I did with you."
At that point Zack froze in place and dropped his cup. The disbelief in his eyes was fucking hilarious.
"You have got to be fucking with ."
"I am not."
"What about the rest of their army?"
'Exa, how many from the South Arican's left or died?'
[According to the final tally, no one left. Those that died were not actually killed by us but by the observers. This led to the entire army choosing to stay.]
"Also working for ."
"Fuck…so you're telling . You integrated the thousand strong South Arican army into Hellsend? Along with the Awakened?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Fuuuuuckkk…."
I could practically feel the exhaustion radiating from Zach. We kind of got sidetracked but the announcent I wanted him to know about was not Africa but Antarctica.
"Thats not the big announcent I wanted you to know though. going to Africa is not worth giving access to the US militaries arsenal."
"You aren't fucking done?" the Nightmare asked rhetorically.
"No. Once I get back from Africa. I am going to Antarctica and reclaim it. Once I do, I will rebuild the Northern Battlefront."
"…"
Zach was like a raft being thrown about in the ocean. He kept changing positions obviously trying to take everything in. It felt amusing to not be the one on the receiving end of such situations. Feeling he needed a mont; I continued to eat.
The gangster in front of pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I could understand his actions as nicotine was proven to be a way to numb the brain and calm the nerves. As I grew up to my dad smoking five boxes a day, I was immune to the sll.
"Look at this fucking bastard, you keep spouting all this shit and you keep eating like everything is normal," Zach chastised, obviously fed up.
"It might be big news for you, but not for ."
"Fuck you! This would practically screw up the current political landscape! Given the power of Hellsend, along with the Beanies and the Awakened, you have a shot. But it won't be enough. Plus, the Unbreakable is a ancient geriatric who keeps to his own."
"Yeah, I know that is why I am going to include the entire world," I said with a smile.
"Bastard, run by that again?"
"Hellsend is in the process of creating soulgear for an army of ten thousand. In exchange for helping cleanse the North, I will reward the battlefronts with firearms that never breakdown and can fire unlimited blessed rounds."
"…"
Relishing he surprise, I ca for blood, "I have 90,000 sets of those weapons to hand out. I am giving you the chance to take most of them. I will give you 40,000 sets in thirty sets, for the rights to buy Arican made weapon platforms."
"…"
"You only have till the announcent goes out. Once it does, I will grant the arms by contribution. I also plan to make the sa offer, for benevols and soulgear that will allow regular Reapers to fight like descendants."
Seeing as Zach clenched his jaw, he must have seen the value of my information.
"And to the best perforr in the reclamation. I will give access to blessed rounds that go through an Archdemon along with Anti-soul weaponry."
"A-Anti-soul weaponry."
Nodding my head, I delivered the final blow, "Weapons that cancel any defenses made with soul. I call them Fakers. Do you wish to see a demonstration?"
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