Cartel Experience-Chapter 40: Exclusive Service.

César, with the act of murdering Hoffa, truly became the harbinger of chaos, because the moment the news started to spread, everything fell apart. National television picked it up almost immediately, every channel talking about it again and again, while social media exploded at the same time.

There was no official statement explaining what had happened or how it happened, but that quickly changed when the pictures leaked... yeah, maybe Hoffa wasn’t that well liked among some of the officers after all, because the image of his dead body spread across the internet in no time. People didn’t really care about respect, or his family, or anything else as they zoomed in to see every detail of that shitty-quality photo, trying to figure out what could have happened, and they did it because the silence from the authorities only made things worse.

With no answers, people filled the empty space with their own ideas, and conspiracy theories spread faster than the truth ever could, and it didn’t help that this was the biggest event in years.

Killed in his own department. Killed in an interrogation room with one wound to the neck.

That was enough to set social media, forums, and countless self-proclaimed detectives on fire, all of them trying to build clear theories before the facts had a chance to come out.

Some said it was ordered by the prime minister, and very quickly it turned into a war between the left and the right, especially after more pictures came out. People near the police station had taken photos of Sirina’s convoy stopping at the police station, which made everyone suspicious more over the right wingers

For them it felt strange that she appeared so suddenly at the police department, and even stranger that not long after she left, Hoffa was dead.

So the first theory to spread was that Sirina had pressured Hoffa into taking his own life on the orders of the prime minister. Then the left-wing supporters started spreading their own theories and when their story began to fall apart, another took its place.

By that point, facts no longer mattered. Everyone created their own version of the story, and whatever got the most likes and attention became the truth for the people online. But it wasn’t just about the self-proclaimed detectives or the political sides, there was an entirely different way people approached the whole event.

Happiness and celebration.

Literally, the gangs of the capital went live on social media, popping champagne, showing off guns and drugs, throwing up their gang signs, and even freestyling diss tracks about Hoffa. Young guys who didn’t even understand power or influence, just kids from the hoods acting like Hoffa’s death had suddenly made them the ones in charge.

All of this while behind the scenes, agencies were already on the move to stir this shit up even more, with one exception the DCA.

They were chilling and didn’t really care about the whole thing. After calling Juarez, the Alamato cartel boss, the director literally went off to a wellness hotel, while giving orders to the agents not to get involved in anything.

And of course, the one person who was enjoying all of it was César.

"That’s why I don’t get involved in politics." He said as he sat in his hotel room, staring at the television. "The channel on the prime minister’s side is saying Hoffa died because of the left-wingers, and the channel on the left is saying he died because of the right."

[System: But it works on your side. It is obvious that politics will change the narrative.]

"Yeah, but Sandria is about the cartel, not about politicians, and maybe that’s one of the worst things about this." He sat there, eyes still on the screen. "Here, politics actually have meaning. Moreover, this is a parliamentary republic. In my past life it was some constitutional federal something, though I don’t give a fuck." He said, glancing to the side with a sigh. "I gave my guns to Peter, so now I only have this toy gun and the one Sirina shot me with and that one has only four bullets left. This is bad."

Indeed, it would be bad. A .22 LR wouldn’t be enough to raid Sirina’s house, and four bullets in a nine‑millimeter wouldn’t be a good thing either.

[System: You just need to be precise, and if she has guards, shoot them in the head. It is possible.]

"Maybe." César whispered, but there was another, bigger problem. "What if she lives in an apartment instead of a house? What if she’s living on the top floor of some high‑rise? Then breaking in becomes a problem on its own."

[System: I analyzed her. She is a director, which means she earns a lot of money and could have stolen even more. Moreover I doubt she lives in an apartment. She is more of a materialistic woman and people like that don’t like being caged into an apartment. Her expensive taste, red‑bottom heels and custom‑tailored suit and jewelry only reinforces that. You should look up her address.]

"Yeah the NSA director would have her address up on the internet for the public. That would be the dumbest thing." César’s voice came with mocking, but when he grabbed his phone and typed it in... it was literally pinpointed.

Not just pinpointed, there were multiple news articles about the mansion she had bought, and even a fucking real‑estate video of the place, showing off the layout and every corner of the house.

"They are too comfortable with this shit..." César was stunned and for good reason.

Hoffa had everything up on the internet too, his family, his house, every detail that was fucking possible. And the fact that even Sirina, an agency director, has her information openly available is almost like an open invitation to kill her... which made César start laughing.

"Oh my god, do you remember Jimmy?" He laughed even more, even tears came out of his eyes.

[System: Yes.]

"Man, that fucker invited everybody to his mansion to have a free-for-all, and it actually happened." That smile on his face was genuine, and so was the laugh, even though the story he was laughing about was pretty drastic.

Jimmy was a cartel leader, and one that literally everybody wanted to kill. Every single time he went out, an assassination attempt was made, and he got so angry about it that he posted his house on the internet and demanded his enemies to go and kill him... no, he literally wrote, "Let’s all die tonight."

That night, at his gigantic mansion, one hundred and four people died, including Jimmy himself.

[System: Maybe she is inviting you too, like Jimmy did.]

"Ahh yeah." César spoke, wisps of laughter slipping out of him. "But I’d rather have sex with Sirina than a shootout, to be honest." He said it and then silence followed. The System didn’t respond at all, and the pause felt awkward, almost embarrassing. "Anyway," he added, "can I use the card individually, or do I need to summon all three of them at the same time?"

[System: It is a single‑use item. You must summon all three at the same time. However, at the moment you have no gun, no ammunition, nothing. I advise you to first kill Sirina’s guards, take their weapons, and bring them back.]

"Great idea. Then my plan is set." He said as he grabbed the two pistols and tucked them into his hip. "I wait until night, then go to Sirina’s house, break in, kill everyone on the scene, ask her a few questions and kill her too."

[System: Like a predator.]

"Yeah, but I need a backpack for the shit I will steal."

[System: Buy a handheld saw and a machete too.]

"Nah, I’m not going to slay everybody with a machete."

[System: It’s for cutting down Sirina’s head. Just think about it, if you cut her head down and leave it on a coffee table, it is a clear message.]

"You want me to become everybody’s target, huh?" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

[System: It speeds up the progression.]

"Just—"

Three loud knocks suddenly interrupted him, coming from the door, and it wasn’t the type of knock hotel staff do, the light and respectful one, but rather a more powerful one, with a woman’s voice following it. "Room service."

"I don’t remember ordering food."

[System: Because you didn’t order anything, and you put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on.]

"That is rather interesting." César said, a bit surprised, but stood up and, in silence, walked to the door to look through the peephole and what he saw were two women dressed in hotel uniforms. "More than interesting."

[System: Maybe they want to offer you some exclusive service.]

"If that exclusive service means bullets, then yeah." César whispered, noticing that their uniform was wrinkled, and that their shoes weren’t the same as the staff who had helped him.

But the most noticeable thing was their bulky upper bodies.

"Stolen hotel staff uniforms and bulletproof vests... now this is some James Bond shit." He laughed, but a bit too loud and they clearly heard it as they pulled out their suppressed pistols from behind their backs, aimed low and they pulled the trigger.

The pain was instant as one bullet tore through the door, smashing into the shinbone of his right leg, while the other tore into his hip as he collapsed into the doorway. There was no shock which was actually great, because he needed to get the fuck out of the doorway, but his lower body had gone numb...and he was like a fucking walrus, dragging himself forward.

"A–A...ctivate it.."

[System: Immediate emergency intervention. Activating: Heal Special Card.]