บท 3: Let the Chaos Begin

It could be said that Sophocles dominated drug trafficking throughout Colombia, and therefore, the entire cocaine monopoly in the American Continent.

It is a curious but short story. It happens that in the six months that he began his plan, he was in a powerful urge for money and weapons.

So he started sporadically stealing from drug gangs in the jungle. All went well, until one of them found his makeshift base.

Nothing impressive, a series of tree houses linked by suspension bridges. But, for these criminals, it was quite a strange sight.

Even more so because they did not recognize the symbols that were carved along the trees. They were ancient Greek mottos that Sophocles carved when he was bored and homesick for his homeland.

Imagine how the criminals felt. Many of them had their senses heightened to avoid patrols and attacks from other gangs, and they were also paranoid. So, believing them to be the goblins and legends of the jungle, they began to attack left and right.

Sophocles, who was not at his base at the time, was furious when he arrived and found it all destroyed. Even more so when on his beautiful carvings he found various crosses and Bible verses.

Using guerrilla strategies, he attacked at midnight with the help of his trained animals. Several parrots who knew how to shout "Here is Satan!" or "Give me your souls!".

Then a series of guttural cries and torches placed at specific points around his camp. Boom! One after another they fell, because they were scared shitless and fired at random. They had no order or control, so it was a doddle.

However, he knew that this would not be the end. Many others would somehow reach his base and do the same, not forgetting the natives of the area.

For this reason, he began a purge of drug traffickers 20km around. He did not forget to place their corpses hanging high in the trees, along with various Greek carvings and animal skulls. Not even the most skeptical would dare to cross his territory.

And so, inadvertently, he became a local legend among drug traffickers. Even among the community of Colombian rangers. And the thing does not end there.

Some time later, he began to kidnap people trained in different areas of work. In one operation, he was almost cornered by the local police, since he only had a van to make his trips around the city.

Not counting his ignorance of the area. So he decided that he would not kill all the narcos, but would "tame" them.

He kidnapped groups of them, and subjected them to psychological torture, hellish training, and brainwashing. He filled them with his ideology, and how they were the only ones capable of stabilizing humanity.

Let's not forget that many of the "soldiers" of drug trafficking groups choose work as a last chance. Many are failures in life, who need a means of support for their families. And they then push their relatives to work.

So out of nowhere, he gained the strength of more than seven thousand men and women willing to do his bidding. Tired of the uncertain future of their country, and bored with the danger of the drug trade, they chose Sophocles as their next leader.

Sheep without a shepherd, the majority of the population were such individuals. Bored with the daily routine, desperate and without options, they needed someone to push them to do what they were told.

They wanted to be dominated. With this strength, he expanded his base using the same method. When he found a suitable cave, he used it as a repository. The army from him learned the art of unarmed fighting, infiltration, assassination with edged weapons and the use of firearms.

He also taught them how to farm, search for minerals, and tame animals. In particular, the lost domestication of large carnivores. A method lost in time, and used by civilizations such as the Egyptians and the Persians.

Elephants played an important role in the terraforming of the jungle. But we are not talking about the destruction of nature for the construction of buildings, but about the incorporation of buildings without damaging nature.

And the little army of seven thousand soon became twenty thousand, and soon fifty thousand. Such was his influence that he became a problem for the Colombian government.

It was worrying that many figures from the research field and several citizens disappeared. So they came to a call to all nations to put an end to this threat.

The first invasion of the national army occurred in the fifth month, that is, September. A force of two thousand armed soldiers trained in the fight against drug trafficking invaded the Colombian jungles near the Amazon.

However, they were trained to fight the pathetic dealers. Not against humans fully integrated in nature.

Ambushed by both elephants, jaguars and wild boars, accompanied by surprise attacks. They fell into deep pits, were stabbed by sharp darts in their throats, or were immediately hanged.

Among them, a man named Ricardo Guzmán stood out. He was a mechanic in the city of Florence. He used to work as a lawyer and lived well with his family in Medellín. But, after losing the case of the son of an important drug trafficker, he had to abandon his normal life and flee with his family to Florence.

Since then he has lived with a grudge. An unforgivable grudge against the state, which had sold him in that case. With his daughter's classmates who bullied him at his school, to please that son of a bitch.

Since he couldn't handle the stress, he got into boxing. Until one day, he beat up some men who tried to kidnap his daughter. Her daughter was talented in mechanics and had many times demonstrated her ability to reinvent various artifacts.

He didn't understand much, but as long as her daughter was happy, he would support her in everything. But when he fought these people, he was surprised because he almost lost that fight.

These people disappeared and reappeared days later. And with them a mysterious man appeared at the Guzmán house. He had a powerful presence. Dominant. And his eyes forced him to look down.

From that moment on, he and his family came to live in the jungle. Since then, he had never felt so good. These people supported each other, and there was no violence between them, nor class discrimination.

Ricardo, who was nicknamed Ricardito, would lift a heavy ax and cut down everything in his path. The leader was quite fond of him, and personally taught him from his experiences.

For the time being, Ricardito served as the leader's right-hand man, commanding part of the defensive force. He dreamed of a better future, and he knew that following his leader soon all mankind would live in peace.

The Colombian government stopped sending the army to the Amazon Jungle. Not one of the soldiers returned alive, and it became known as the black September of the country.

Currently, Sophocles was receiving a group from the CIA. Although his military had grown quite a bit, he was not powerful or capable enough to use the alien ship's research and apply it. Therefore, he decided that perhaps it was necessary to establish a deal with entities such as the CIA.

─Yang Wu Guanyu, why should the government of the United States of America cooperate with you? We have followed your actions closely since you defected from the Chinese national army. We believe that actions speak louder than words, and according to your activity log you have already committed several international crimes.

─Agent Clay, I no longer answer to that name. They call me the Hanged Man, though considering my royal background, they should call me the Hanged King. But you can refer to my civil name, Sophocles. As you can see, in the contract we only ask for 50% of the research profits. But don't think that because you're protected by those old bastards that you're safe, agent. Right now, my elite men are undercover in the power forces of the ruling countries of the world.

Clay's arrogance collapsed like a piece of bread, and all the accompanying agents collapsed dead. Even the reinforcements were hidden five hundred meters away.

─If I wanted to, I could detonate several nuclear warheads in key areas of your country. Also, you forget a small detail. I never said that the CIA was the only agency I contacted. Weeks ago, I had this same talk with the key powers of Russia, China, and the United Empire, not counting the terrorist cells of East Asia.

─Are you crazy, Yang!? Do you think you can get away unscathed after threatening the government of the United States of America? If we wanted to right now, we could set the whole jungle on fire you bastard son of a pu-argh!

Sophocles punched the bastard in the pit of the stomach, forcing him to his knees. He placed his S&M 500 revolver in Agent Clay's mouth, and looked into his eyes for a long time.

When the poor man, scared to the teeth, soiled his pants with shit and urine, Sophocles pulled the gun from him and started laughing.

─Did you guys see that too!? This fucking queer messed up his pants! It's not even loaded man. In my time there was a man, dirty, almost like a hobo. He lived all his life in a barrel, eating and drinking from a bowl until he realized that animals did not use a bowl to eat or drink. In short, a poor but honest man. One day, a powerful emperor approached him and he was not afraid, but faced him intelligently and taught him a great lesson.

Sophocles was going to continue his story, but he noticed that the man had fainted. So he called his subordinates, who brought a bucket of cold water.

─That emperor later died at my hands, but that's a story for later. In short, if that hobo could face an emperor, why are you frightened in my presence? If I remember correctly, in your intelligence report I am mentioned as a simple terrorist. Do you want to know the answer?─at this point in the conversation, he was quite angry─Because you are a fucking weakling! You take refuge under the name of an organization, dress in leather and silk and hope that the rest are afraid of you! But in essence, you are afraid, afraid that organization will kick you out for doing your job poorly. Because you would go back to being like the rest of the useless garbage in the world. Take care of him, the very existence of him disgusts me.

─What do we do with the rest of the envoys, sir?

─Hang each of the envoys in their respective countries, I want them to hang from the most important emblems. Let this be the beginning of Operation Thermopylae. Let our agents start with stage 1, then let the world see how serious our cause is.