"Uhm, who the fuck even thought about making a lollipop with menthol? It is disgusting." César said his biggest concern was that lollipop, which he got from the hotel he was in.
[System: There is a bigger concern you should focus on than a lollipop.]
"I don't think so, I'm living my best life right now." He said as he was literally just lying on the bed, lollipop in his mouth, and a comedy show going on the TV.
Though he had every right to do so, there wasn't a random car bomb exploding somewhere in the city, no Feds raiding buildings, no cartels or mafias sending mass shootings as a message, no riots tearing the streets apart… nah, he was truly living his best life, not just the best, but a life that might not even be about being a cartel leader anymore.
He was gently enjoying it… even though he had killed three gangsters and two police officers and they were currently hunting him down, it was still peaceful to be alone, to sit in the silence, slowly enjoying that awful lollipop, even if there was one question he couldn't avoid.
"How many members do I need to get the achievement?" He asked as he even crossed his legs in his calmness.
[System: At least ten active members and at least fifty kilos of any type of illegal substance sold.]
"What?" He asked back as he was kind of blown away by what the system just said. "All of my miserable life it was a hundred members and five hundred kilos… what do you mean by ten and fifty?"
[System: It is because of the world setting. It is difficult to gather ten sane people to join a cartel, especially in the capital city.]
César didn't say anything as the frustration finally hit him, and more importantly than that, the question of what the fuck this life even is. In his past lives, he had needed to gather one fucking hundred people, and it was the biggest fucking thing to do, especially finding a hundred who actually knew what the fuck they were doing and weren't there just for the money.
But now… ten people, and he would get the achievement, and with it a truly special card.
"Wait, I already have one, don't I? Daisy's mother, Clara, is a member, no?"
[System: No, you didn't recruit her, you just put her under your protection.]
Fuck… why do I feel like this is going to be shitshow to get ten people… He thought as he looked at the ceiling, just lost in his thoughts. Who the fuck would join a cartel not out of desperation, or need of money, but for… just fun I guess… or what if, no that wouldn't work… or yeah…
"What if I do a one-man cartel? How many achievements can I earn with that?" He asked as he wasn't sure about it, as every past life on the first day he had at least fifty people on his side… that's how bad the situation was.
[System: Achievement-wise you can earn thirty, but all of the rare achievements need at least ten members of the cartel.]
"Thirty achievements… then how much achievement for kills?"
[System: The individual kill milestones are 10, 50, 100, 200, 300, 400, 500, and 1000.]
Fuck, I would really be a serial killer…" he thought, knowing he wasn't going to just randomly kill people, and he definitely wasn't going to become a one-man army, but then it hit him, something he had done in the past once, a great idea… with a lot of risk… more than a lot. "What if I do what I have done with Don Vrisen? Would that work with the chief, what do you think?"
[System: It might work, but remember that when you met Don Vrisen, you already had a reputation and influence, which is why he agreed. In this scenario, you have already killed two officers and three gang members.]
"But if they misunderstand the situation like I think so, they might think I am just a scenario or a herald of the cartel, which means they are willing to negotiate to not get more fucked, yeah?"
[System: Possible, but it is also possible that you will be tortured or killed on the spot.]
César giggled up. "Well, at least I will be done with that achievement and if they kill me there is the Special Card."
So he began… began the same shit he had done once before, going on the internet to dig up every piece of information about the police chief and the detectives who might be after him. It was honestly absurd how much private information could be found about a person online, a straight-up goldmine for blackmail if you had the will to actually use it… and he did. Just like with Don Virsen, he wrote down every single name connected to the chief, then came the addresses, the allegations, the news articles, the misconduct cases, everything that mattered, everything that could be used, forcing himself to memorize it all.
By the next day, he was done and came the last step, so he went out and found a shop that offered printing services and printed four pictures in color. It was important that they were in color as it made them feel more real, more personal and with that, he prepared himself to do one of the stupidest and most dangerous things imaginable.
Just walk straight into the police station and smile, but of course, not just a simple walk-in, no… that wouldn't work. It had to be intentional, an arrival meant to provoke. So he slid the same pistol he had grabbed from one of the officers into his belt, leaving it visible, sending a clear message that he didn't give a single fuck.
A gun taken from a dead officer, worn openly, not just to anger everyone around him, but to project something worse, an aura, a warning.
A message that he does not fear the police, that he believes himself to be untouchable.
César's mindset was clear as day, a real life example… when a hunter sees a giant wild boar, he raises his rifle, ready to shoot… but what if that wild boar turns back? What if it doesn't run, but instead charges straight at him?
The hunter will hesitate, be surprised, maybe even scared for a moment… or he will steady his aim and fucking shoot the shit out of that wild boar.
And now, César was that giant wild boar… a wild boar with only a small chance of hurting the hunter, but if that small chance happens… that hunter is going to fucking die.
Be a giant fucking wild boar.