Cartel Experience-Chapter 63: Welcome Back.

They truly came though there was a big problem with it, or more like a problem with César himself, as he was experiencing truly one of the worst ways to get fucked. As absurd as it sounded, he preferred his own ways to get shot, to get tortured, because he was already familiar with many ways of dying.

He knew how to counter the limits, how to get through the pain if there was no card, and how to train yourself to survive the situation.

But this was a whole other experience, one of the worst of the worst. He got pistol-whipped so hard that everything got disoriented and blurred. His vision was just fucked, plus he heard this pulsing in his head, like something wanted to escape it out of his skull.

That was why it was good when Sirina lifted up his head, but with it came the cut that just topped everything like the cherry on the cake.

Feeling the blade pushed to your throat, feeling it just cut through your skin and then the blood gushing out just feeling all the warm blood was something else entirely, plus the adrenaline-like bit sprinkled just a bit of decor on it.

The same adrenaline that floods your body to try and keep you alive while your hands move on their own, without conscious thought, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, yet there is no way to do it. All of it becomes nothing more than an experience, a sensation so unbearable because it is truly helpless and powerless, the realization that your life can slip away just like this, the darkness slowly pulling you down, welcoming you once again.

Though at least César was right.

He remembered well that the time counter always showed the twenty four hours and not the real time and it also seemed too odd.

Why would it even take twenty four hours?

He did not do anything major that would require that much time to update three of them. He did not build up anything nor did he spend that much time alive. He knew that something was up and was right about it, and yeah. He put his life and a special card on the line, betting that the three of them, or at least one of them, would show up, and now it happened or something like that.

Because as the blood was gushing from his neck, maybe three seconds away from fucking bleeding out, he saw a blurred body hit the ground, followed by shawody figure Sirina reaching for the gun, but then her body hit the ground too, and that meant only one thing.

He could activate the card. Not just that they woke up, but that he could activate it.

Heal.

[System: Activating Heal Special Card.]

That was it. The pain, the helplessness, the powerlessness, the feeling of choking on his own blood suddenly disappeared as the magic man, the anomaly of this world, was suddenly alright as the card worked. Now he was marked with two new wounds, one on his head and the second across his neck, but at least he was alive.

Not just alive, but saved at the right place at the right time, because as Sirina cut his throat, he fell in a weird position where he was facing toward them, but he himself was barely visible as the chair and table were covering him up, while bullets came from around the corner.

That meant nobody could have seen César or what was happening to him, so there was no issue with him healing himself.

"Fuck... me." César whispered as for a second he just looked at the starry night sky, his hand going to his neck and feeling the scar.

[System: Two seconds and it is over.]

"Huh, but I live, as always." He whispered as he slowly finally stood up, looking to the side and yeah, there he was in the darkness. "Hugo, what a surprise."

"Good to see you." The same deep, calm voice he always had, the kind that fit his whole being as a right-hand man. "You always put yourself into trouble, huh, Boss?" he asked with a smile as he stepped out of the darkness, holding the silenced pistol César had left in the garage.

"It was just a minor inconvenience, nothing more." César said as the two of them shook hands like old friends, while beneath them there was blood and two bodies on the ground... two bodies, yeah as César looked down, he realized it might not have been the best ace card he had ever pulled. "Oh, you killed them."

Both of them had a bullet in their heads.

"You taught me that if there is no question left to ask, then pull the trigger." Hugo said calmly as he looked at César.

"Fair enough." César’s eyes stayed on Sirina’s body as it lay there, her blood spreading slowly around her head. "They weren’t kind anyway, though there will be a lot of complications with this."

"That’s good." Hugo’s voice came again as he bent down and picked up the two shells from the ground. "I mean, you also taught me that complications make things clearer. When plans go wrong people start making mistakes, then, mistakes tell you everything. Who thinks, who freezes and who dies."

[System: I missed the wise Hugo.]

"Yeah, but this woman was the Director of the National Security Agency."

Silence, as neither of them spoke. Hugo stayed silent as he was looking down at Sirina’s body, the hole in her head and the blood just spreading on the ground.

"Huh... that does complicate things." Hugo’s voice came after the silence as he slipped the bullet shell into his pocket, though he did not seem panicked at all. "But dead directors do not talk, and living ones cause even bigger problems."

What Hugo said was true. Dead directors indeed do not speak and cannot cause trouble, though he forgot that by killing one, they would be in the target of literally everybody, and to be honest, that was why a lot of people hated César and his cartel.

It was always like this in every single life he lived. Everybody hated him and the whole cartel because it made moves that were just so absurd, that made no sense. Killing random high-ranking ministers, directors, other cartel members, it was like they were bored and just killed whoever they wanted to.

But now it was way different. First of all, it was not him who killed her, but Hugo, who truly does not give a fuck about anything. But how could he give a fuck when he had just woken up?

Though it kind of worked in their favor, because the moment she realized that he was a cartel leader, she changed in an instant, she literally cut his throat.

"What are you thinking of, Boss?" Hugo asked as César was just staring at Sirina’s body and nothing more, not a word, not even a single movement, just staring at her.

"Nothing really. We don’t need to do anything." That smile that spread on his face... yeah, he realized something else, that they might not be doomed, but moreover, this whole situation was on their own side.

Clara said it well, the agencies are at each other’s throats, and this whole thing seems like something else. Sirina in her dress, the table set, expensive wine, no guards... it all seems like she had a meeting with somebody she expected but spiraled out of control, and in the end she died.

What do you think?

[System: There is a chance she told her agents who she was meeting, and if that is true, the plan you thought of will fall apart rather quickly.]

But if not?

[System: If not, then it can seem like an ordered kill by one of the agency directors or somebody who is in this political chaos.]

It was enough for César. There were only two outcomes that could happen with all of this. One, that it would be obvious that it was him, and they would start to hunt him. Or two, that it would create chaos, where people think it was the director or some political motive behind murdering her, and to be honest, that worked perfectly.

Hoffa died, but before that, Sirina was in there with him... that meant theories would spread, and the public would demand even more answers, just putting more pressure on the government and agencies, not even talking about what happened at the hotel.

Sirina’s death fit the picture perfectly.

Maybe all of it went a bit wrong from the start. He should have never done it this way, just gone and fucked up Hoffa at his home, but now he was deep in all of it... but moreover, finally, they were here.

The three pillars of the Sierra cartel were up and ready to fuck up even more people and finally rule over the capital and its drug market.