Cyberpunk: From Dogville to Legend

Chapter 99 Living Legend

There was a time in this world when the sky was red.

The shadow of the nuclear explosion, and the fragments of orbital weapons falling from the sky, have left many places deserted.

During that era, the USA lost its dominant position, while its backyard, the mysterious country of Cuba, gradually grew stronger.

These guys, born Catholics, have extraordinary stamina; they are a gang, but they are more powerful than any gang.

The Cuban conglomerate broke free from its constraints and gradually took root in the fragmented new American territory through the illicit goods trade. With its strong reputation and efficient methods, it won the favor of many customers, including Dogtown.

Aguilar, a top-tier assassin with dozens of kills across various continents in the new United States.

Perhaps a few dozen people are not a large number in this world, but what if they are politicians and corporate executives?

Therefore, none of the Dogtown residents who are constantly entangled with this organization do not have a sense of awe towards this name.

After all, he is one of the few who can be given the title of "living legend".

Those who have met him/her, or those who haven't, all say the same thing:

Every time a cigar is lit in Havana, somewhere in the world... Aguilar reaps a life.

……

“Good, turn around, darling.”

Mr. Hans rested his hand on his chin, quietly admiring the "work of art" before him.

The most distinctive feature of the woman in the black striped suit in front of me was her deep wheat-colored skin, the large lines of her facial prosthetics, and her cruel and cunning eyes hidden beneath her top hat.

The woman turned around, and her fine teeth beneath her dark lipstick made her look even more like a carnivore.

"how about this?"

Her voice was a little hoarse, like a leaky pipe.

Mr. Hanz nodded. “Not bad…it seems this behavioral trait suits you well, no, I should call you…Aguilar.”

As she spoke, the woman slowly walked up to Hanz and picked up a large, thick revolver from the table, its color resembling red copper.

In Hanz's gaze, the cold muzzle of the pistol moved to below Hanz's chin—

"Oh!"

Aguilar uttered a soft sound and revealed a sinister smile.

Hanz stiffened, but had to force a smile and gently pressed down on Aguilar's hand.

"Okay, honey, I know you're angry."

Aguilar's face melted as if it were ice.

This is an unavoidable flaw in Cuban technology.

Emma's curvaceous figure was back. At this moment, she concealed all her emotions and looked at the gun in her hand with interest. "Death Apple, quite cute."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ah, Mr. Hanz, you implanted the chip I use into my brain, and then controlled it to make this fake South American wander around aimlessly. What plan are you trying to achieve?"

Hanz paced back and forth. “Emma, ​​[External Memory Storage] isn’t safe. This chip will leave you unaware of what you’ve been involved in. I know you don’t like getting involved in these things, but right now… that Arasaka guy is still trying to rebel. Before the Colonel’s mess gets too big, you need to keep our partners in check.”

"The Cuban side has already sent people to look for this Arasaka. If the intelligence doesn't leak out, then we can make our move."

Emma said she wasn't interested, "I hope so. You should be grateful that your Cuban friends are kind. If it were me, you would be punished for this kind of mistake."

Hanz spread his hands, about to say something, when a phone call came in.

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Mr. Hans's face immediately relaxed.

“Looks like luck is on our side, Emma.” Emma asked, puzzled, “Hmm? What’s wrong?”

"Our old friend is really unlucky. The military technology team got pissed off by this guy, and Hansen's special operations team is also caught up in that mess... This Mr. Rin has disappeared, and even Arasaka can't find him."

Emma nodded. "That's good news, so what are you going to do?"

"Right now, I'll take over all his stuff over some time. Let Angie from the Animal Gang do her job for now, and we'll find someone from our team to replace her later. As for the business... I quite like his team of capable mercenaries, so let's keep them. If we can negotiate, that would be the best option."

Upon hearing this, Emma seemed to remember something, "You'd better watch out for Lin Yue, he'll definitely be the most difficult one to control."

Hans laughed and said, "I don't plan to keep this 'lion' around. After all, he has caused harm to my dear. He can go to hell with his master."

Emma: "Well, it's a pity. He's still quite the gentleman, much better at chatting than you, Wade."
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Sapphire green.

The colonel's men dragged a woman onto the clean and tidy ground.

Hansen took a sip of his drink and glanced at the woman's bare left arm.

"Falida, where's your arm?"

Farida's face was pale. As a woman, even though she had a stronger ability to endure than a man, she needed to calm down at this moment.

At this moment, Bennett, who was behind Farida, spoke up: "When we were blowing up the door, Farida had her hand on it. It wasn't on purpose... damn it."

Farida glanced resentfully at her former teammates behind her. "Hansen, I don't want to come back here."

Hansen stood up and walked slowly to Farida. "You were just one step away. You could have returned to Dogtown and served this fertile land, but you insisted on running off with some nobody who suddenly appeared out of nowhere. If our people weren't good enough, how long were you planning to hide?"

"Fertile soil?"

Farida gave a cold laugh.

Hansen's prosthetic eye had a cold, canine quality. "Hmm, it's fertile ground... We do business, making sure everyone in Dogtown who works with us enjoys everything. That's true freedom! Farida, you know me... I never like to pry into the past of the people who work for me."

"Here, there is only absolute freedom."

Farida lowered her head and coughed a few times. She had always refused to express her opinion on such remarks that had nothing to do with her ideals.

Hansen crouched down and asked, "Who has been holding you hostage these past few days? I need to give you an explanation."

Farida remained silent.

Hansen waved his hand. "Find this lady a good arm that's suitable for a doctor, the best one."

Dogtown has too many businesses and products.

This prosthetic hand, specially designed for cyborg doctors, comes from Japan and is the most precise and high-quality item among the goods that Hansen resold.

Two ghostly hounds carried a large box up, inside which was a white arm with various intricate instruments on its fingertips. Farida, as a veteran prosthetic doctor, naturally knew what this thing was.

Hansen's tone was slightly gentler than usual:
“I won’t ask you anything else, but I want you to contribute your strength to the organization we once fought for. You don’t have to join, but the lads always need someone to help them check their problems.”

"This arm, and the prosthetic clinic under the pedestrian overpass, are gifts I'm giving you."

"Your salary will be paid as usual. You have absolutely nothing to do with the Ghost Hound. Do you agree?"

Hansen extended his hand, awaiting Farida's response.

Farida sat quietly for a minute, then suddenly stretched out her right hand and placed it on Hansen's hand, just as they would help each other in battle.

Hansen helped Farida up. "Tell my partner to find the best doctor to help my comrade... reattach this arm."

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　The first volume, consisting of approximately one hundred and over one chapters, is now complete.

　　
　
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