## Chapter 1267 – ##05_God Mother Dorothy
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1.
“Hey, Ivan. When the hell are they coming? It’s been over an hour!”
Dmitry scratched his head irritably. His bald head, completely devoid of hair, gleamed even more.
A half-empty vodka bottle and an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts mirrored his agitated state.
“Comrade Dmitry, don’t worry so much. It’s all been decided from above anyway, hasn’t it?”
“Don’t say such things! My uncle has high expectations of me! This is a deal that absolutely cannot fail! That’s why I personally came all the way to this godforsaken rural port!”
Lieutenant Ivan, Dmitry’s adjutant, who was holding cards across from him, tried to soothe his superior’s frayed nerves with a fawning expression, but Dmitry flared up, his voice rising.
It was the early 1930s.
The First World War had just ended, and Stalin, who had seized power after Lenin’s death, had botched his ambitious Five-Year Plan. The aftermath of the World War and the plague of the Great Depression from the United States were sweeping the globe.
In short, it was a truly chaotic time.
But conversely, it was also a time of success and opportunity.
Dmitry, who had been given this arms smuggling mission by his uncle, the Foreign Minister, had used his unique skills to make contact with the international arms trafficking organization ‘Angel (Ангел)’.
It might seem odd that the military would deal with an arms trafficking organization, but surprisingly, the biggest customers of the black market for military supplies have always been the governments of various countries.
They need to procure materials that they cannot produce domestically, and they also need to purchase weapons of unknown origin circulating on the market to avoid the world’s attention due to military buildup.
‘Angel,’ which offered a seemingly endless supply of weapons that seemed too much for a mere trafficking organization to possess, was a suspicious yet indispensable trading partner.
“By the way, did you hear about it, Comrade?”
“Hear about what?”
“The Nachalnik (chief) of Angel, whom we are supposed to meet today. I heard she’s a stunningly beautiful woman. I heard it from a comrade in the National Security Department who is close to her.”
“Hmm? A beauty? A woman?”
“Yes, and I heard she has enormous breasts.”
Dmitry showed great interest but then frowned as if he had heard something he shouldn’t have.
“Comrade Ivan, don’t talk nonsense. The head of a large trafficking organization that deals directly with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a woman? Do you think that makes sense? You need to be more careful about who you associate with.”
“I was also skeptical, but… well, I can’t go into details. Anyway, I’m looking forward to it. Isn’t this good news for you, Comrade? If she’s really a woman, she’ll be completely smitten by your handsome looks, Colonel, and the deal will be sealed in no time, right?”
“Heh, even if that’s the case, isn’t she going to be an old hag? Ivan, if she’s an old woman, I’ll leave her to you.”
“Hehe, even if she’s old, any hole is a blessing.”
Dmitry dismissed his adjutant’s nonsensical remarks as rubbish, but he seemed a little less tense, and soon the two began to giggle.
-Creak, clank
Without any prior notice, the door of the military warehouse opened, breaking through the strict security.
Ivan and Dmitry’s gazes turned towards the warehouse door.
Even with the mercury lamps on, a cold wind blew into the dark interior.
Against the backdrop of a snowy field with snowflakes swirling behind her, a woman in a black sleeve coat stepped in, her heels clicking.
Her shimmering silver hair, which even the world’s best artisans would not dare to imitate.
Her gray eyes, which gleamed like a hungry wolf in the sidelight.
Her features, as if a god who molded humans from clay had poured all his heart into them.
All of it combined made the woman in front of them seem like something other than human.
“……”
“……”
Dmitry and Ivan both held their breath.
It wasn’t just her beauty that had taken the wind out of the two men who had been making silly jokes about her.
Both men, who had served in the Polish-Soviet War, sensed it at the same time.
The woman who was casually looking around the warehouse with a bored expression, brushing the snowflakes off her coat.
The woman with eyes that seemed as benevolent as a saint and as relaxed as a sheep.
The woman with a voluptuous figure that seemed to pierce through her thick sleeve coat.
She was more dangerous than all the weapons piled up in this military warehouse combined.
“Hmm~ Nice to meet you, Colonel Dmitry. I’m Dorothy, the beautiful and big-breasted Nachalnik of Angel, whom you were supposed to meet today. Feel free to call me Dorothy~”
She approached the two stiff men, offering a handshake and smiling with a meaningful look in her eyes.
“Oh, and don’t bother with the honey trap~ I prefer young ladies with thick hair.”
For the record, this is an old story.
Dmitry and Dorothy’s deal ended relatively successfully.
Dmitry, who was recognized for his contribution, entered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but seven years later, he was executed alongside his uncle during the Great Purge.
2.
Old people always start with “these days” and end with “it wasn’t like that back in my day,” telling boring stories.
But that’s just the short-sighted view of short-lived species. In Dorothy’s eyes, who had lived for hundreds of years, the world was always a mess, yesterday, today, and probably tomorrow too.
Still, Dorothy could fully agree that the world was changing very quickly.
The world had never changed so rapidly in the last ten years in her long life.
After the end of the most horrific World War in human history, the world was in turmoil.
Europe, which had led the hegemony, passed the baton to the United States, which had made a good profit from the war, and the United States entered a period of splendid prosperity befitting the term “Roaring Twenties.”
In an era when the concept of skyscrapers didn’t even exist, buildings over 300 meters tall were built, and the stock market boom led by Wall Street brought unprecedented prosperity.
It was a time when investing $100 today would turn into $200 tomorrow.
Rampant consumerism filled the roads with Ford cars, and the mass media era began with the widespread use of radios in homes and the overflowing investment of large capital in the popular culture industry.
The United States, where the world was changing every day, was a land of opportunity for everyone, whether they were exiles, public enemies, or witches from Gehenna.
In the second gold rush that began once again in the New World, public enemies, exiles, and witches from Gehenna all established their own businesses and sucked the sweet honey of the booming economy.
Well.
Now everyone knows that this boom was a bubble.
The Great Depression that followed Black Thursday in 1929 threw people who had been reveling in happiness on the bubble onto the cold asphalt.
Crack, crunch, thud.
As it was an unprecedented situation, witches were not exempt from the bloodshed.
Various companies and banks run by exiles behind the scenes went bankrupt, and the number of witches from Gehenna who had taken the route of borrowing money, investing, losing, and running away in the night also increased.
But the situation was even worse for public enemies.
Most of the public enemies’ businesses were in the mafia industry, which had grown rapidly by feeding off the Prohibition Act and immigrants. In other words, they were solid businesses that consistently performed well regardless of the economy.
That’s right.
The witch of Aquarius, who belonged to the Qliphoth, had recently committed a hard trolling by murdering a novice witch of Tiphereth Duke.
The enraged Pink Duke, teaming up with Sua Agatha, first went to New York.
She crushed the public enemies who had been controlling the mafia from behind, one by one.
At first, the Qliphoth tried to resist in an organized manner, but the sharpness of the Tiphereth Duke, who was dancing with a sword while disregarding her own life, made even the notorious public enemies shake their heads.
Even the Solidus Trading Company of Mrs. Magnus, which had been building a considerable scale and had some resistance, was busy trying to make up for the losses it had suffered from stock investments.
Voices were heard everywhere, saying, ‘Why are you shitting on other people’s businesses! I’m going to kill that Aquarius bitch!’
They understood the sorrow of losing a novice witch, but it would have been a blessing if she had stopped there….
The Tiphereth Duke’s anger did not end there.
She went so far as to establish a terrifying surveillance organization called the Witchpoint, starting in the United States.
Since a large bounty could be received for bringing the head of a public enemy wanted by the Witchpoint, the public enemies had even less place to stand in the witch society.
In the end, the public enemies, who had lost all their businesses and been kicked out of their homes, had no choice but to choose Central and South America.
It’s a sad story for the people who had been living there from the beginning.
It was from around this time that the cartels, which are now widely known, were formed by the hands of the public enemies who had begun to settle down in earnest.
Anyway, in line with these trends, Dorothy also moved the headquarters of ‘Angel’ to the vicinity of Mexico, leading her subordinates.
If you put poisonous insects in a narrow jar, they will inevitably bite and kill each other.
Not to mention if those poisonous insects are full of venom.
Dorothy wasn’t exactly a hidden matriarch of the cartels, but there were plenty of public enemies who coveted the arms trafficking network that had become highly valuable before and after the war.
And public enemies do not choose means or methods in their struggle for desire.
‘Hella,’ a rival organization that has been frequently harassing Angel, is also one of those jackals that do not choose means or methods.
“Madam, I’m sorry to interrupt your rest. I received a call from headquarters.”
Salome carefully shook Dorothy, who had closed her eyes on the private jet after successfully negotiating with Dmitry, to wake her up.
“Yeah?”
“We’ve identified a mole sent by Hella.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s that bitch Dana. It feels like just yesterday that you took her in and saved her when she was dying… that fucking bitch!”
Ah, so it ends up like this again.
Desire has become fertilizer and sprouted the seeds of betrayal.
“What are you going to do?”
Dorothy smiled bitterly and instructed Salome, who was cursing.
“I still have to see her face one last time. I’ll go myself. Give the order. And please get me a glass of wine.”
Dorothy leaned against the airplane window.
December 24, 1931.
Over the eastern coast of the United States.
It was a day when the sky wept as if it were sobbing.
