Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 479 Your Era Is About to End (Part 2) [5K]

A silence.

The sun was making his cheeks burn, and Aguilar's hands were trembling.

This world no longer has the real Aguilar; instead, it has become a scourge of humanity, where people have taken up the title of assassin for personal gain.

"Cuba really has a lot of eyes."

"Has anyone told you, young man... how many years I've been using Aguilar's behavioral characteristics? And I send a message to every one of those impersonating me, letting them know that the real Aguilar is still alive..."

As he said this, Aguilar's hands clenched so tightly they cracked!
"You want to kick me out, don't you?"

"You, an unknown nobody, come here to court death? Does the company really think I'm old and insignificant?"

The terrifying impact shattered the coffee cup and plastic table and chairs beside the woman. The surrounding phantoms, scattered like flower petals, began to rapidly expand and overlap. A faint, icy black hand gripped Aguilar's throat, and the electronic sound began to distort under the immense external pressure…

Everything happened so suddenly.

The man in front of him stared at Agilar like the Grim Reaper, his chin tilting slightly behind him as if asking if his attack had been decisive enough.

"You...which faction are you from?"

Aguilar had no idea that the Cuban group had such a lone wolf, and for a moment his mind went blank.

"I have thousands of ways in my head to make you painfully confess your things and then die."

The guy was so relaxed, it was as if he were still sitting at the coffee table having a heart-to-heart talk. "There's another option: if you cooperate, I'll let you have a pleasant journey. The Valentino gang... should be here in five minutes."

"You should know very well how to choose."

Aguilar could no longer tolerate this one-sided suppression. Her legs were some kind of specially made prosthetics, and a blade resembling a tiger's claw appeared on her knee as she thrust her knee towards Lin Yue's abdomen and lower body!

Lin Yue's expression seemed full of doubt and confusion—

"Go to hell, you idiot!"

Ding…

A sharp, teeth-grinding metallic clang rang out as the blade sliced ​​through the man's leather jacket, revealing a complex black prosthetic body. Powered by the explosive prosthetic, the blade, both brittle and hard, quickly approached its critical point…

Under Aguilar's ghost-like gaze, the blade, delivered with all its might, suddenly snapped in two!
Because the blade broke with too much kinetic energy, the thing flew out and embedded itself in the thick concrete embankment wall. Apart from the faint shouts of the Valentino gang, the air became quiet again.

"Aren't you curious?"

Why is your S.A.W.S. spine unusable?

Lin Yue's fingers pressed firmly on a sensor point behind his spine. With 100% certainty in predicting actions, this was just a quick way to defeat his enemy.

"Now that you've made your choice, let's count down from ten. It'll be quick."

The man before me, Aguilar, is the protector of Night City's major drug trade. So many people in Dogtown, that cesspool, are bound by these things, their lives utterly hopeless. Night City, a place of zombies, is a place where addictive substances, both spiritual and physical, shackle people into submission…

If we don't eliminate the "protectors" in front of us—

Heywood is the next Dogtown!
A voice like the whispers of a devil lingered in his ears. Lin Yue himself was a master of interrogation, and he knew that unless everything was stripped away, certain kinds of pain were unbearable for a person.

"what…"

The roar, as if forced out of his throat, became Lin Yue's reason for increasing his strength.

As the fingers penetrated the controls of the brain-computer interface, the abundant neurons within were compressed, causing the person in front of him to experience symptoms such as incontinence and blood to seep from his nostrils. The backlash from the prosthetic syndrome was eroding Aguilar's consciousness.

Aguilar had never hated these lowly gangsters so much.

Let alone a few minutes, she felt she couldn't even last a minute.

With each countdown, Aguilar's gaze became more unfocused. The man before him showed no pity, no sympathy, only a detached composure in strictly carrying out his orders.

"Please…"

Lin Yue restrained the urge to increase the force. He felt that anyone could beg for mercy, but not Aguilar, the "evil legend" who allowed Cuban group goods to run rampant after 2045; those drugs were extremely pure, and the NCPD's ineffective control had turned Night City into an extremely evil area where even stimulants were a minor problem.

"3..."

"Fuck! Kill me!"

"2..."

"I--"

Aguilar's consciousness began to dissipate, and Lin Yue would forcibly stop her from starting the system automatically, simply because he had connected the human-computer interaction cable to Aguilar's neck.

"1..."

It's hard to believe that in such not-so-hot weather, the number "1" was like a salvation in the fog, making Aguilar ecstatic. She knelt down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily without caring about the filth on the ground, having lost all will to fight.

"You are getting old, aren't you?"

"The second time—"

Aguilar's voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.

"No, I'll talk... I'll talk..."

Lin Yue saw a hint of determination on the woman's face. He was completely unprepared because his goal was for Aguilar to spread the information and let the other Aguilar and Cuban agents be caught up in the chaos.

There were three of us involved in this matter; one was at the harbor, and another was…

The man looking down at her asked, "Where?"

"In your mother's crotch!"

Lin Yue achieved his goal. The other party didn't seem to have confirmed he was a hacker. The message was transmitted, and Otto Cunningham, stationed in Night City's information deluge, intercepted it. What Aguilar had risked his life to send out would be altered, edited, and resent by Lin Yue—

Incidentally, it can also pinpoint the location of those who are attempting to betray the Cuban group.

Aguilar lunged forward and sprayed a venomous substance at near-bullet speed into Lin Yue's face. She watched the man retreat quickly, her face pale, her hair disheveled, and her smile utterly vicious.

Aguilar had taken her best skills to the extreme, and death was the best outcome she could achieve.

You can't catch them.

Aguilar gasped for breath, "A deadly neurotoxin will ruin your brain. Call the trauma team now, hahaha..."

She glared venomously at the man in front of her, but he simply raised his head slightly, his expression one of mockery.

"Hey, look at this?"

The man's body rapidly became ethereal after being exposed to the poison, and Aguilar's eyes suddenly shrank to pinpoint size.

An identical figure appeared beside Agilar, looking regretful. "What a pity. I thought I could get more information out of you."

As the time drew near, Lin Yue noticed the sound of car engines coming from the road above him.

"You are not a member of the Cuban Group!"

Aguilar stretched out his finger, trembling as he pointed at the guy in front of him and screamed like a vengeful ghost!
"A cybernetics! A cybernetics! You are—"

Lin Yue's body appeared beside Aguilar as if by teleportation. A swing punch sent Aguilar flying backward. The powerful force from his chest penetrated to his back, and the shattered prosthetic structure began to splatter with blood and flesh. The gorilla arm completed its final structural deformation when it imprinted itself on Aguilar's chest.

The name that was on the tip of my tongue was still left unsaid.

Unmatched power, a holographic prosthetic that impairs judgment, the executioner who slew Saburo Arasaka, the defeater of Adam Hammer…

These identities all share a common name.

A guy who can't even determine where he's still alive...

凛！
Aguilar's organization naturally has a powerful intelligence agency, and they are naturally keeping an eye on a terrifying opponent of Rin's caliber. There have long been rumors in Cuba that this guy, who once kicked out Hanz, who had deep roots in the local area, almost inhumanely cut off Cuban product business.

Doping, body enhancers, and the like became the main business of the animal gang...

Night City's hostility towards Cuba has become apparent to many, including his supporters. They are utterly naive to pass up money.

Aguilar, his chest almost broken in two, slumped down the wall, leaving a trail of crimson scratches...

Lin Yue reached behind her neck and dug out the behavioral chip, took the Death Red Apple that had been replicated countless times, and as the Valentino gang rapidly approached the riverbank, he ran to the front of the seawall and jumped in!
At a height of over ten meters, the incredibly dense prosthetic body caused him to plummet rapidly into it, but to the waves that constantly crash against the shore, it was merely a faint sound.

The Valentino gang slowly searched downwards, but all they found were corpses, broken and beyond repair, resembling piles of metal scrap...

……
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This was not the last killing.

Lin Yue accurately obtained clear information about Aguilar's organization. Aguilar also had colleagues, and each of them could only contact each other separately. However, the oldest member of Aguilar whom he encountered broke the rules.

She unilaterally contacted more "Aguilars" who were dissatisfied with the Cuban group's salaries, intending to make money through Heywood and then retire.

The reality is that this closed-off, traditional "business" approach to communication, which avoids the smooth flow of information, will be a heavy blow to the Cuban group. The prosecutor at the port jumped off a merchant ship, spitting into the sea.

"Damn it, that desolate hillside."

Near the merchant ship, Valentino's gang was heavily armed. He stood at the junction of the deck and the dock, where he could still see black figures with dark clouds swirling above them...

That would naturally be Arasaka's warships.

The Arasaka aircraft carrier established a restricted area in the waters east of Night City and built artificial floating islands for the reconstruction of the data server.

After all, Arasaka seized the initiative after the network was restored, and most of the domains were occupied by Arasaka. Companies had no choice but to sit down and negotiate with Arasaka, even if it meant holding their noses, for the lucrative North American market...

Although the City Hall of Night City quickly approved their construction, many people suffered a reduction in their "side hustle" income as a result, including the prosecutor in front of us.

González, beaming with pride, was accompanied by two henchmen, waving around a beautifully packaged snack from Whole Foods Market.

"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like the prosecutor isn't in a good mood."

The prosecutor glared at Gonzalez. "At this critical juncture, you still dare to let things from the outside in? Aren't you afraid that the people from Arasaka will stop you?"

Gonzalez laughed heartily, “Don’t worry, they’ll find out I share the same last name as Arasaka. Besides, you’re overestimating the company. It’s not like the NCPD—they occasionally meddle in other people’s business.”

"But this is a company, what's wrong with Arasaka making money by passing by on a food cargo ship?"

"Don't underestimate this small boat, our cargo is..."

The seemingly righteous prosecutor gestured for Gonzalez to shut up, saying, "I don't want to know what's inside. All I know is that our cooperation ends here."

"The city hall has transferred me to a new position. I'll be participating in the council from now on. Is this... a promotion?"

Gonzalez looked delighted. "Wow, it seems Jefferson has a good eye for people! If you ask me, a prosecutor like you would be a godsend for Haywood."

However, the prosecutor was caught off guard by the speed at which these gangsters changed their tune.

"Robert, but about our business... you'd better think it through."

The prosecutor's body tensed up as he noticed the extremely hostile expressions on the faces of the two Valentino henchmen beside Gonzalez. "You... what do you want?"

González shrugged, turned his head, and kicked Valentino's thug in the knee. The reinforced tendons made the kick powerful; González was no slouch.

The thud of a human body hitting the deck made Robert stumble backward.

"Damn it, are you all out of your minds? What are you idiots staring at the prosecutors for? Get lost!"

A balance between strictness and leniency is necessary; making an example of someone is crucial.

González smiled and said, "But once you leave, we still need to eat in this little town, so... who's going to take care of this place? Or you could say hello or something..."

The prosecutor realized he had lost his composure out of fear and tightened his tie. "I'm not entirely sure yet—"

He glanced at Gonzalez, whose expression remained unchanged, and added, "But I can still give Haywood some leeway. The Whole Foods plantation is in my jurisdiction, and I'll be in charge of the blending."

González opened his arms as if to embrace him.

"That's right!"

"Who would turn down a good deal of pure white euros, don't you think?"

As he spoke, he waved, and the ship's crane lifted a dark red container that was severely corroded by seawater. As we watched, the container slowly fell to the ground.

"Come on, it's time for us to show our Haywood enthusiasm!"

A brand-new Lake Maiden's Sword came into view.

The prosecutor stared intently at the metallic paint and the sleek design of the car, momentarily forgetting that González was standing next to him.

There was a briefcase in the passenger seat, which probably contained a lot of euros.

However, the prosecutor eventually returned to reality, and his body involuntarily trembled slightly.

The bigger the business, the higher the profit.

The prosecutor, suspecting Heywood was involved in arms smuggling, gritted his teeth and said, "I told you not to touch the company's business, and you—"

González quickly interrupted, "Hey buddy, this is a legitimate business. Only losers touch weapons. This is genuine Cuban stuff. Didn't you want to hear about it?"

If the prosecutor had known that the true intentions would be revealed when the truth is revealed, he probably wouldn't have come here.

But it's too late to leave now...

Gonzalez failed to notice that the seemingly cowardly and greedy prosecutor was behaving in a way that contradicted his behavior: he assumed a fighting stance, his legs firmly planted on the ground.

“Our business is going to be in the corporate square, in Watson, in Santo Domingo, in Westbrook—and fucking Pacific Island!”

The prosecutor had a grim face.

"Gonzalez, I can't help you with this. I don't want the stuff."

"You've made me put my life on my shoulders, damn it..."

"I also suggest you don't touch me here, otherwise the Night City Hall won't let you off the hook. They just signed a defense agreement with Arasaka, and Arasaka police now make up 70% of their force..."

Gonzalez's happy expression froze on his face.

"Robert, don't push your luck."

The prosecutor regained a semblance of composure and slowly straightened his suit.

"Either keep business out of my jurisdiction during my term, or continue the cooperation as before—"

"How about... we play egg-laying games together, what do you say?"

Gonzalez took a deep breath, suppressed the malice in his eyes, and instantly broke into a smile.

"This is fucking amazing! Watson, we're not going in at all. Not only that, we'll help you take down the Vortex Gang... just say the word, bro."

Robert nodded, a smug smile on his face, a testament to his near-death experience.

"Okay, help me send someone out tonight."

González nodded repeatedly.

The prosecutor smiled smugly and began to speak with an air of self-satisfaction.

If you ask me—

Just as González was about to hear what this hypocritical, treacherous politician had to say, the guy's head suddenly went strange, as if the air itself was distorted...

It happened almost in the blink of an eye.

The exquisite suit was marked with thick, dark, flowing lines, and the neck area above it was bare.

Gonzalez's eyes widened slowly...

"There's a sniper!"

The Valentino gang members standing on top of the merchant ship immediately lay down, and Gonzalez was also pressed to the ground.

The headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud. The prosecutor, his hands taut with death, clutched a key chip that controlled the only one-way communication, along with a record of behavioral characteristics.

Above it was written a line of text: 【Aguilar】.

Looking up from behind his sniper scope, Lin Yue glanced at the chaotic port, his eyes filled with the words "tracking".

He smiled and calmly dismantled the cat demon, saying, "That's enough."

A piercing alarm blared from the dark alleyways of Haywood Harbor, and the red and blue lights instantly threw the Valentino gang into even greater chaos!

Dorio, who had just hung up the phone, gripped the side door handle of the heavy city riot control vehicle. The car floored the accelerator and roared, "We got intelligence that the senator was assassinated by the Valentino gang."

"Tonight's action permit bypasses the NCPD. We are responsible for the safety of the City Hall and citizens of Night City."

"Don't let the Valentino gang get away with this! It's imperative to reclaim Heywood's legal rights!"

Lin Yue stood on the TV station below, where the neon holographic advertisement for the songstress was displayed. He took one last look at the dead "second Aguilar" and the NPCD who rushed into Heywood.

Perhaps it's time to include the Cuban bloc in the history books of a shattered world.

This is already the first step in a thunderous attack!
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(End of this chapter)