Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 477 Havana's Venomous Fangs (Part 2) [5.3K]

"It really is her..."

Everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected that after all this time, Havana's top assassins were actually targeting Camilla, the current leader of the Valentino gang.

It's true that Cuba only cares about business.

There have long been rumors that once Cubans take over the business of an organization, they can easily control the organization's candidates.

Now it seems that all of this is true, and the fact that they managed to penetrate so deeply into the heavily guarded core area of ​​the Valentino gang is quite remarkable.

“Aguilar, no offense intended.”

Thiago quickly stepped in front of Camilla, his face paling considerably.

What's the difference between this and being targeted by the King of Hell?
Aguilar doesn't pick and choose his moments; the Valentino gang members who don't trust Cubans are getting their deaths faster and faster than the last…

Although he was afraid the woman in front of him might shoot at any moment, he couldn't bear to let Camilla die so mysteriously in her hospital bed, especially in front of the Valentino gang leaders—

Then the entire gang would immediately fall into chaos. That's how it is with the Heywoods; they naturally trust those who are associated with their families and cronies.

As long as Camilla is there, the Haywood gang will remain.

She represents the will of the people of Haywood, and Thiago cannot afford the consequences of losing her authority.

González initially turned pale at Aguilar's arrival, but then a smug expression appeared on his face as he realized the situation was in his favor.

He glared venomously at the old members of the Valentino gang in front of him, all because he disliked Thiago's hypocritical behavior.

Since the Valentino gang is going to sell Cuban goods in the future, everyone will make a fortune sooner or later, so why not?

The atmosphere was completely silent.

Everyone felt as if a cold-blooded venomous snake was crawling on their back, constantly flicking its tongue and rubbing against their sensitive skin, sending shivers down their spines.

"But you keep offending me."

Aguilar's greyish-white pupils were fixed intently on Thiago.

She continued, "Then give me a reason, otherwise I can't convince myself to work for you for free. You know, if I can walk into your boss's hospital room now, I can naturally walk into your bedroom at night."

"You have so many internal problems now, and Havana is losing patience... I will be in charge of the trial and the division of responsibilities. Do you have any objections?"

Thiago knew that if he backed down now, Aguilar might really take action, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand his ground... and all of this was for the sake of the Valentino gang's "pure blood" and bottom line.

In recent years, the Valentino gang has gradually become out of control, even drawing the ire of the Haywood residents.

"Can we talk about this privately?"

Thiago hesitated for a long time before finally speaking…

The woman before him remained expressionless, showing no sign of compromise or agreement with Thiago.

But Thiago has his own principles.

So his fists began to clench.

Seeing Thiago's reckless actions, Gonzalez stepped back slightly and gave Aguilar an awkward smile that seemed to ignore me, even though Aguilar had noticed his actions.

"We agreed that Valentino would help with half the business, which would involve Cuban products, and you could do whatever you wanted with the rest... But now you're suddenly changing your mind, isn't that a bit much?"

Thiago had to say these things.

At least for now, we're still in a cooperative relationship. Who knows what got into this woman? The deal we agreed on yesterday has changed her mind today.

Thiago forbade his men from touching Cuban goods, the most important reason being that these things were extremely harmful.

You should know that the Valentino gang used to have many rules, the first of which was that they were not allowed to sell "drugs".

Back when Jack was in charge, the Valentino gang referred to the Whirlpool gang, known for their rampant drug and stimulant abuse, as "drug addicts." They even waged gang wars to prevent the Whirlpool brats from harming Heywood's younger generation, not just for profit, but also for the sake of Heywood's next generation.

However, times have changed, and the Valentino gang no longer has the right or the confidence to say such things about the Vortex gang.

Since Campo Horta went to prison, the senior members of the Valentino gang have each established their own independent factions.

On the surface, the group appeared to be on good terms, but in reality, the problems were becoming increasingly serious, especially with the addition of the Cubans. Thiago could sense that the Cubans were trying to break the bonds that bound the Valentino gang members together.

Thinking about this, Thiago wanted to punch Jack Wells in the face. If that kid were still in Valentino's gang, González would never have climbed to this position.

Seeing the Valentino gang leader in front of him so tough, Aguilar suddenly grinned, revealing a set of fine, white teeth.

"Ah, it seems Havana is nothing to you, Thiago, so much so that you want our favors while thinking of kicking me out?"

"You guys seem no different from that middleman in Dogtown, except he's much more honest and sold every single Cuban item—the Colonel has gotten rich and now has the power to overturn the table. What are you Heywoods compared to him?"

This…

That's an overstatement.

Some other gang members who came because of the Cuban group naturally looked unfriendly and began to step back and stand beside Aguilar.

The guy who seemed to have been a member of the Tiger Claw Gang gave a sinister smile. "I've used Cuban goods before. They're like girls from the West, tsk tsk..."

Things cluster together.

The moment Aguilar appeared, the two factions of the Valentino gang were already separated.

There were five conservatives in total, all of them pure-blooded members of the Valentino gang. Despite the immense pressure Aguilar put on them, they still stood by the hospital bed, seemingly to shield Camilla from bullets, and one of them even had his hand on his waist.

Thiago asked in a deep voice, "What exactly do you mean?"

Aguilar laughed again in anger, "The gun in my hand is the meaning."

Thiago knew this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully, and he immediately prepared himself to take a gamble with the large-caliber revolver tucked into his belt... In fact, not a day went by that he didn't regret not noticing Camilla's contact with Cuba and stopping her in time...

He regretted that his older brother's sister had gone from a carefree and spirited girl to someone who was extremely focused on short-term gains.

Night City is a melting pot, and Thiago knows that when the Valentino gang is gone, the neighborhood of Haywood will definitely be worse off than it is now.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want to take action?"

Thiago suppressed the fear that was almost breaking his spine. In such a small room, if he took a chance, maybe Aguilar could be killed.
Once the idea emerged, it spread like wildfire and became unstoppable.

Valentino's five officers exchanged glances, clearly indicating that their respective factions were prepared. The Cubans would only make things worse, and Thiago was ready to stop them!
Wow!
There was a series of sounds of people pulling out their tools.

At this moment, making a good impression on Cuba was the key to gaining points, so Gonzalez and his group left no room for compromise. At the same time, he whispered, "Aguilar, I think it's better not to kill Camilla. She supports our business, there's no need to...vent our anger on her."

"Many short-sighted members of the Valentino gang only recognize the name of their former boss, Campo, so..."

González was telling the truth.

He really didn't want Aguilar to shuffle the deck and drag the boss down with him. Once the Haywood people discovered the benefits of Cuban goods, they could kick Camilla out of the game. With a little profit and a promise of long-term benefits, there wouldn't be any problem.

However, Alijilar simply turned his head away and said, "Don't you know what I'm talking about?"

González gave an awkward smile.

He was practically cursing Aguilar's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his mind...

But one must know when to yield to circumstances to be considered wise, so he nodded and said, "Whatever you say."

Aguilar said calmly, "I think you're perfect for this position. Interested?"

González was a sensible fellow; with so many officials around him eager to show off, it would be suicidal, so he tried to decline...

Little did they know that Thiago would show no mercy.

"When it comes to Haywood, Jack is a million times better. With Jack around, that poisonous bastard from the Valentino Gang would have been dead long ago!"

Seeing that the situation had already been ruined, Gonzalez simply stood up and cursed, "Fuck you, Thiago! If I were in charge of the Valentino gang, would I need that company to shit and piss on my head?!"

Thiago frowned, his breathing becoming labored.

Cubans these days are so strange.

Thiago couldn't understand one thing: why was Aguilar, who was able to kidnap Jack yesterday for the sake of the Cuban Group and Heywood's long-term cooperation, so eccentric and ruthless today?
At this point, she was completely unyielding and unreasonable... she even seemed eager to suppress the pure-blooded members of the local gang.

Logically, the Cubans should be very familiar with the internal workings of Valentino's faction...

"So it seems Jack doesn't want to hand it over? Havana gave the order and lit a cigar. Does he expect me to return my own head as atonement?"

It is clear.

Aguilar is here today to take down the boss and, at the same time, make sure he can't protect Jack...

The fact that the Cubans dared to do this proves that they are confident in taking down the Valentino gang. Even if Thiago's old buddies escape today, they will be dealt with little by little by Aguilar later. It's better to make a move at this point in time.

Now that things had come to this, there was no turning back. Thiago, not wanting to waste any more words, immediately said in a deep voice, "Attack!"

The unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard, leaving Gonzalez terrified and practically waiting for bullets to whiz around the house.

however--

The woman in front of him raised her eyebrows, which looked like scars etched into her brow bone by a knife, and let out a soft, almost imperceptible hum.

Beneath her grey pupils began scrolling data patterns reminiscent of a hacker—a chilling, dark red…

hacker?!
Everyone was terrified. The legendary figure known for his uncanny assassination methods and infiltration abilities was actually a hacker?!

Who would believe that if I told them?
But the facts are not only there on the surface; what's even more terrifying is the behavior of everyone present…

They...can't move!
The prosthetic bodies, adorned with gold accents, clearly possessed the best structure and were all brand new. Even though some Valentino Gang executives refused prosthetics, they were still regularly maintained by prosthetic doctors. Yet, right now, they were all immobile…

Thiago, his face flushed, tried to pull out his gun, but could only manage to get his arm close to his waistband; he couldn't even touch his pants.

"Fuck you, you Cuban slut!"

Thiago may be afraid, but he's not spineless. Haywood's most important lesson is: don't be a cowardly coward!
Aguilar slowly began to aim her gun. González, still stunned, saw how fierce the woman was and immediately forgot all about why his group had also been hacked.

But as the muzzle of the gun slowly moved.

"Jack, here you go."

"Don't make things difficult for Thiago..."

Camilla, who had been lying on the hospital bed like a numb machine, finally spoke.

Perhaps because Aguilar didn't expect this woman to cause any trouble, he didn't send her the quick solution. Camilla slowly unplugged the instrument tubes from the bed and stood on the ground, her swaying arms supporting her on the edge of the bed.

"I apologize for my mistake, Valentino, from now on—"

Camilla's voice was interrupted by Thiago, who was gritting his teeth.

“Bye Camilla, there’s still a chance to salvage this. Don’t continue doing business with these drug lords. They never intended for the Haywoods to control the Valentino Gang! We’ll be replaced in the future…”

"what!!!"

Thiago suddenly knelt on the ground in pain, and blue smoke began to rise from his wrists.

"From now on, the Valentino gang will be of one heart with our Cuban brothers!"

Camilla's eyes were resolute; in those few short minutes, she completely extinguished her own reverie while lying in her hospital bed, and Valentino had taken her side.

“Thiago, Haywood will always be the paradise for the Valentino gang and the neighborhood, just like my brother said. Is there anything worse in this world than Dog Company? If God has a way of dealing with things, then… let the retribution fall on me!”

Oh shit…

"Dissatisfied?"

Aguilar suddenly raised his hand, and a high-ranking gang leader standing not far from Camilla was shoved away as if by magic. A series of piercing gunshots sent chaos into the courtyard below!
The gun was fired.

Without warning, Aguilar shot a man who had just been standing with Thiago, smashing his head in two. Blood beads stained Camilla's curled eyebrows as she stood beside him…

Gonzalez's expression hardened, as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the expressions on the faces of those conservatives, which looked like they had lost their parents, instantly turn from gloomy to cheerful, he immediately suppressed his gloomy expression.

Oh well, if we killed the wrong person, we killed the wrong person.

It's a good thing if fewer people share the pie.

The reason Gonzalez thought this way was because that guy was a two-faced person hiding in the conservative faction. He probably didn't expect Aguilar to make the first move against him.

It's a pity, otherwise the Cuban goods could have been sold for more money in Santo Domingo. I'll talk to Aguilar about it later... I guess I'll have to apologize, since it was these people who kept it from Aguilar.

"Thiago, smart people know how to choose. Camilla understands. Do I need to emphasize it again?"

"Or should I visit your family and let them experience the rules of this world?"

The once unyielding high-ranking officials and ruthless gang leaders were utterly crushed at this moment, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Aguilar casually and quickly solved the puzzle, the whole process effortless and carefree.

She reached out and rubbed Camilla's face a few times with her bloodless hand, as if wiping away the blood droplets, but it only made the bloodstains spread more intensely, giving Camilla a chilling murderous aura.

"My beauty, emotions are the most useless thing."

Aguilar stared at the calm-eyed woman for a long while before letting go of her.

"Now that the problem is solved and you've all made up, give me that Jack."

Thiago hadn't spoken yet.

One of the conservative leaders, who had also lost his courage, hurriedly said, "He's being held in this underground building."

Aguilar showed no intention of staying. As he turned to walk away, he said, "Tell your people to be smart. I'm taking this man with me, and while I'm at it, I'll deal with his troublesome mother—pretending you know nothing is your job. I hope you understand."

Just then, Camilla suddenly said, "There's a mercenary who might have some shady dealings with that company, named K."

"I checked, he's a rock singer. You probably know what he's been up to these past few days. I want to know how you're going to deal with Jack?"

Aguilar paused for a moment.

"Would you believe me if I said he had disappeared?"

The crowd looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.

Anyone who isn't an idiot who doesn't watch TV or read news on their phone knows that the mercenary who settled things at Haywood that day was the infamous K. However... Agilar's statement that K would never appear again was truly chilling.

However, Aguilar had one more thing to say after he walked out the door.

"If anyone gets proof that K is still alive, I'll shoot myself."

The room grew quieter and quieter as the sound of high heels echoed down the hallway.

Glug...

Someone swallowed hard.

……

"Damn it! Let me go!"

"Do people from the Cuban conglomerate really look like this? You make so much money, don't you know how to use it on your own asses?"

Jack was kicked forward a few steps by a woman twice his size. The subservient members of the Valentino gang rushed forward to restrain him, including a few who were Jack's friends.

"Shut the hell up!"

Jack didn't care about any of that and shouted greetings to Aguilar's mother.

Perhaps the legends on the bar menu or passed down by word of mouth are cool, like symbols of freedom and unbridled spirit. But three years of peace taught Jack much more. This man, once a figure of legend he admired, was about to bring disaster to Heywood…

A group like the Vortex Gang, those venomous insects, will breed in Heywood, and there will never be peace here again.

"I come!"

Although Aguilar was dressed in a simple suit with a distinctly South American gang style, it did not hinder her movements at all. A few members of the Valentino gang who were trying to persuade Jack were caught off guard, and a series of teeth-grinding punches came from them.

Jack, such a strong guy, was knocked to the ground with a single punch by this Cuban assassin.

She took a few steps forward, grabbed Jack by the collar—he wasn't even slightly dizzy—and Jack, his mouth full of blood and spittle, cursed, "You tied me up, huh? Want me to fight you a bit, you bastard—"

Aguilar remained unmoved, dragging the uncooperative Jack all the way to the parked vintage car, all in the presence of the Valentino gang members.

Most people looked at the man being lifted onto the vehicle with sympathy.

Mrs. Wells messed up... she messed with the wrong person.

Jack cursed incessantly as he got into the car, while the gloomy Cuban assassin simply sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and slowly drove out of the yard.

"Oh shit!"

Jack's feeling of weakness had dissipated considerably, but the intense stinging pain on his face made him want to be tied up so he could lunge forward and disrupt Aguilar's driving.

But when he looked up at the car's rearview mirror, a pair of familiar eyes were looking at him.

Jack looked like he'd seen a ghost.

He squeezed open one of his swollen eyes and exclaimed, "V?!"

……

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(End of this chapter)