The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 59: To Catch a Raccoon, You Set Fire to Its Den

The call was cut off.

[goodluckmf lmaoooooooooo]

[bro I'm fuckin dying lolololol]

[iwillkillyou kekw]

[even the dude who called knew it was good content lol]

The call ended, but I just stood there, staring blankly while still holding the receiver.

It wasn’t enough that they stole from me—they had the balls to mock me too. My blood was boiling.

“...Hero...”

Lyla, looking worried, gently called out to me from beside me.

As if trying to calm me down, she slowly stroked my arm.

“Haa... Lyla, we came all the way out here to have fun... Sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Why would this be your fault, Hero? We were just unlucky, that’s all.”

There wasn’t an easy way to track them down.

But there was a way to make them come to me.

“Guys, I’m gonna mute the mic for a bit.”

I muted the stream and stepped off-camera. Using Lyla’s phone, I made a call.

– Yes, you’ve reached the line.

“This is Song Hun speaking.”

– Ah, yes!

“Do you have any info on the businesses those bastards run?”

– Oh, well... they’re kind of notorious. I’ll send it to you right away.

The call was brief. I hung up.

“Let’s see if they still don’t come out even after I set their den on fire.”

If I wanted them to come to me, all I had to do was destroy every last business or warehouse they ran.

“Damn, it’s been a while since I felt my lid flying off like this.”

‘They said it was the Del Norte, right?’

I searched the name on my phone.

Apparently, they were so famous they even had their own wiki page.

I started reading from the top, slowly.

‘God, they’re all just scum...’

Drugs were just the tip of the iceberg—human trafficking, kidnapping, robbery, and murder were child’s play to them.

At their worst, they’d abduct politicians who wouldn’t cooperate, butcher them, and hang their bodies from streetlights.

They’d even take their families hostage, and kill everyone—children included—without hesitation.

‘Okay. Deep breaths. Stay calm...’

I refocused on the current situation.

Rage would only ruin things.

I made another call.

– You’ve reached the line.

“Hi, sorry to call out of the blue.”

– Not a problem.

“Would there be an issue if I caused a bit of a... scene in Mexico?”

– ...

The place I was calling? The Blue House.

The person on the other end paused after hearing my question.

– Is this... about the stolen item?

“Yes. I just don’t want to cause an international incident or anything.”

– Hmm... Even if we formally request a joint investigation, the cartel has enough politicians on their payroll that it’d get back to them instantly.

“Haa...”

– We’ll try to find a solution. Mexico is a pretty important trading partner for Korea, after all.

The President gave me a surprisingly detailed explanation.

Apparently, Mexico is the world’s largest silver producer, and some of our car companies have plants there.

Also, they’re an oil-producing country...

“Alright. Thanks anyway.”

“Hero, did you finish your call?”

“Yeah.”

[What? Did he call the cops?]

[Like that’ll do anything lol]

[Cartels don’t give a shit about cops.]

“I’m going to go find them myself.”

[wait what]

[you know where they are??]

To catch a raccoon, you light a fire in its den.

That’ll force them to come out.

“Alright. Time to go raccoon hunting.”

****

Screeeech...

I opened the door to a bar in some backwater location.

Everyone inside turned to look at the Asian guy and the woman with blue hair who had just walked in.

‘Tattoos... Yep, that’s them.’

We quietly took a seat.

Didn’t want innocent people getting hurt, after all.

“Well, this ain’t really the kinda place a lady should be in...”

Just like the trash heap it was, some scumbag started creeping.

‘Tattoos on this one too.’

The guy casually reached for Lyla’s shoulder.

Before I could stop him, she grabbed his wrist faster than I could react.

And then—

CRRRK...!

“GAHHHHH!!!”

Lyla twisted his wrist and shoved him back.

I stood up too, grabbed a chair, and slammed it into the floor.

“Alright, anyone not involved, get out now.”

Maybe bar fights involving cartels were a regular thing here, because everyone else started running out in a panic.

The only ones left were guys with neck tattoos.

“If you’re with the Del Norte Cartel, raise your hand.”

“What the hell’s this chink saying?!”

RATATATATATAT!!!

The guys pulled pistols from their jackets and opened fire in every direction.

As soon ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ as the guns came out, Lyla ducked behind my back.

CLINKCLINKCLANK! Click... click...

I picked up a broken chair leg from the floor.

“Wh-What the hell is this guy...?!”

CRACK! CRACK!

I went for each one, aiming precisely between the thoracic and lumbar spine, destroying their backs.

“Hoo... From now on, you’re all gonna have to crawl.”

After wrecking all of them, we walked out feeling refreshed.

Interrogation?

No need for that crap.

If we just keep smashing everything they own, they’ll come to us.

“Next is the club, right?”

“Yep.”

[Police raid LMAO]

[Drgayy~]

[So damn satisfying LOL]

The club was packed.

I walked in confidently and made my way up to the DJ stage.

The guards tried to stop me, but I broke through easily.

BOOOOM!!!

“...”

“What the hell...?”

“...”

The club, once blasting with noise, fell silent the moment the DJ table shattered.

The sudden chaos made the goons pull their guns and approach me.

‘Huh... I guess this kind of thing happens often here. Civilians cleared out real fast—makes it easy.’

Sensing the tension in the air, the civilians had already rushed out of the club in a panic.

“Hey... who the hell are you?”

“You don’t need to know.”

─ CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

I didn’t have a proper weapon this time, so I just used my fists.

Leaving behind the foaming, unconscious bastards, I walked outside.

Bars, clubs, yachts, offices, warehouses, casinos—anything they owned, I smashed to pieces.

As the body count of broken businesses stacked up, they must’ve started calling each other.

Heavily armed men began guarding entrances.

‘And? So what.’

Some of them even tried taking civilians hostage.

But once I crushed their spines and pulverized their limbs, that sort of thing stopped happening real fast.

“...Something’s off.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’re losing everything... but it’s only low-level grunts showing up.”

No matter how I looked at it, it was strange.

Aside from the guys guarding the places, there were no reinforcements.

‘Did they hide the important stuff somewhere else?’

The situation was more complicated than I thought, and I let out a sigh.

Which made sense—they’d be real damn careful with anything truly important.

‘Only the head of the organization, or maybe the right-hand man, would know.’

That’s when the phone in my pocket started ringing.

“Yeah, hello?”

– ...

But no one spoke at first.

– Are you currently live on stream?

“Don’t worry. My mic’s muted.”

Then I heard the President’s voice.

He must’ve had someone else place the call for security reasons.

– Whew... Hunter-nim, there’s someone at the U.S. embassy who can provide very important information.

“The U.S. embassy?”

– Yes... there’s a politician who had a really bad run-in with them. He might have some critical intel.

Finally—an actual lead to finding the drone.

****

“So this is our first time meeting in person.”

“I just wanted to catch the bastard who stole my gear... but things escalated a bit.”

“It’s fine.”

He waved his hand with a slight chuckle.

“Didn’t expect the U.S. to be this interested in them either.”

“Do you know where most of the drugs entering the U.S. come from?”

I had a feeling why he was bringing this up.

I’d seen the news—most of it’s smuggled through the Mexico border.

“According to Homeland Security and the DEA, 94% of heroin and 93% of cocaine entering the U.S. comes from Mexico.”

I figured the cartel made most of its money from drugs, but I hadn’t expected numbers like that.

“The U.S. has always been fighting a war on drugs. And now... we finally have a shot at taking down Del Norte.”

He looked at me, eyes gleaming.

“They rule Mexico like kings.”

“...?”

“The boss of their organization is estimated to be S-Rank.”

“He doesn’t know who I am?”

“I doubt that.”

Even if he were dumb as a rock, he had eyes and ears.

He must’ve seen or heard something.

“They’re practically the royalty of Mexico.”

“I don’t know if they’re stupid or just reckless.”

“Pffft... You Koreans have a saying, right? Something like, ‘Even a mutt is halfway brave in his own yard.’”

“They’ll learn what it’s like to have that yard flattened.”

“I doubt they targeted you specifically, Hunter-nim.”

I wasn’t the target.

They must’ve been going through hotel rooms, and my gear just happened to catch their eye.

‘They stole it, and only realized later whose it was...’

—Knock knock.

“Ah... I was hoping we could talk more, but they’re already here.”

He straightened up the files on the table and stood.

Then left me with a single parting line.

“We’re grateful to you.”

The door opened—and in rolled a man in a wheelchair.

A guy covered in tattoos from head to toe.

The same man I’d seen at the bar with Lyla not long ago.

“You...”

The guy who'd shown an oddly warm attitude toward a random Asian stranger.

And now, we were meeting again—at the U.S. embassy.

“Bro, fancy seein’ you again like this.”