Cartel Experience-Chapter 61: Wakey wakey.

One thing about César was that because of Group Four, he knew how to use any kind of weapon to his advantage. Whether it was a knife, a fork, or a pen, he could kill with it if he decided to... and now, he held a knife in his hand, that Damascus blade he had gotten for the woman back in the hotel, though he did not act with it.

The first rule if you want to kill somebody is to not announce that you have a knife in your hand, because they can act against you, especially when the man behind you is a trained agent. So as soon as César said it, the agent stepped back and aimed at his head, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.

It was almost like a Wild West standoff, César and Sirina staring at each other, knowing that if he acted, somebody would die and the worst part about it was that Sirina knew there was a chance she would be the one to die.

How strange it was. One of her agents was aiming at César’s head, but she still felt like the odds were in César’s favor because of Group Four and because of what he had done so far. In her mind, she was somehow sure that if he moved, he could kill her even with a gun pointed at him.

But nothing happened. Not only did nothing happen, but César actually dropped the knife to the ground and leaned back in the chair with a smile on his face.

"Well, this is not an action movie and I am not the main character in it." He shook his head. "Are you scared, darling? Why would you be scared when a gun is pointed at my head?" He mocked her as the fear was visible in her eyes.

Sirina did not say anything back. She just felt a surge of anger that this man was still playing games when his life was on the line, when a bullet could go through his skull at any moment she decided. He still carried an aura suggesting he was the one with the upper hand. That was when she became more confused than ever.

Just a moment ago he said he worked for nobody and was not a DCA agent, but then who is he? Why does he have this aura? Why does he act the way he does? In Sirina’s eyes, there is no way he is not an agent, if that is true, he is a total anomaly to her. To be like this, he would have to go through hell and back to behave in such a way.

"Answer my questions." Sirina began again. "A civilian, a normal person, would not be this calm and relaxed sitting in front of the NSA director while a gun is pointed at him. Who are you?"

"I am a wanderer of the north."

"Oh, really?" Sirina asked back, but at the same time he looked at the agent and well the next thing César felt was the pistol whip.

The pain exploded instantly, and for a moment he barely kept himself upright as darkness tried to pull him under and when his vision came back, it was blurry and shaking. Everything moved around him as he lost focus, while a sharp ringing filled his ears, but at the same time, adrenaline rushed through him, forcing him to stay awake..

[System: Head trauma detected — Mild concussion — Bleeding confirmed.]

[System: Activating—

Don’t. César stopped the System, activating the card as he pulled himself together. His vision began to clear, though he knew that the adrenaline was going to stop, and when it did, the pain would be unbearable. But maybe it wasn’t even the pain that was the worst thing, but the way Sirina was looking at him.

She was looking at him the same way César had looked at her when she was on the ground, enjoying it. But at the same time, she angered herself more because César did not break his act. He didn’t scream or shout. Not even a single sound came with the pain, and that told her more than enough. He was lying about himself, and he was trained to get through the pain.

[System: You are going to lose consciousness if you don’t activate the Heal Special Card.]

The System was only good for one thing... to keep César focused as he didn’t really give a fuck about the Heal aaós he had an ace up his sleeve.

"Are you sleepy?" Sirina asked. "You can fall asleep and wake up in a chair naked and be tortured." she continued, but she knew what was coming because César looked like he was ready to kill her. "You want to grab that gun on the table? You can... just reach for it." She was baiting him, using her upper hand while César looked half dead.

The way the blood dripped down his head and the way his hollow eyes stared at her was like a demon looking at her, and then there was that smile again on his face.

"You find it funny?"

"It is not... twenty-four hours."

"What?"

"T-there isn’t that much...." His words were slow, stuttering. "... t-to update, it is more like... four hours." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Silence fell as she didn’t understand anything he was saying.

"The twenty four hours... it is just a number that doesn’t change." César continued as he was fighting the pain.. "I- I realized that they... never fixed the time counter..."

"What are you talking about?" Sirina’s voice immediately came as she didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. Moreover, for a moment she got worried that he was talking about the files of Hoffa, making it public, but no, he was talking about something far more catastrophic.

"The... pillars of the Sierra cartel..." He looked up at her as the blood dripped across his face, his eyes almost closed, but the smile remained. "They already woke up."