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Chapter 1149: Chapter 374: We Couldn’t Save Him, But I Pulled Some Strings for You_3

"I understand, I understand."

West Fire Grass looked terrified, nodding like a madman.

His reaction made McCarthy very pleased, so he sat in the main seat and asked in a low voice,

"I heard that the European Community is sending people to take over our intelligence work here, have you heard anything from those people about who to cooperate with?"

Because the front line was so poorly dealt with, the Europeans quickly realized that Havana alone was no match for Horizon Corporation. The previous assassination attempt proved that they had been infiltrated by military technology, so Europe was preparing to send people down to ’guide’ things themselves.

But for McCarthy and other locals, this was a dangerous power grab.

"I don’t know much about that, I’m just a rare specimen. They wouldn’t tell me about that nonsense."

West Fire Grass grinned slyly.

"But I believe that strong dragons don’t overpower local snakes. No matter what the Europeans say, in Cuba, it’s definitely up to you guys. Without your cooperation, they can’t accomplish anything. Even I have to listen to you, right?"

The words were pleasing, although the guy’s face was covered in wrinkles, looking like a flattering mongrel.

This made the black man in front of him turn pale, almost becoming coffee-colored.

"Did they tell you when to return to Night City?"

"Return where? Definitely not going back, they’d finish me if I did.

Mr. McCarthy, you surely wouldn’t want me back there, right? That wouldn’t work!"

West Fire Grass’s face immediately fell.

"I came to Cuba after selling everything I could, just waiting to finish this deal and then immigrate to Europe."

His words were heartfelt, every word revealing his longing for Europe. Coupled with the news from over there, it’s already confirmed that his financial situation makes it impossible to return to Night City. His assets brought to Cuba have been seized and are now in their hands.

At this point, McCarthy’s suspicion of West Fire Grass was largely dispelled. He smiled and nodded.

"Alright then, I’ll have Fenris take you to your accommodation to settle in first. Tonight, I’ll reserve a private room at the National Hotel. My men will apologize to you so we can work together earnestly in the future."

"Good, good, good."

West Fire Grass said ’good’ three times, stood up to leave, but ’accidentally’ dropped a bunch of keys from his waist.

McCarthy immediately called out to him,

"Your things."

"My things? I didn’t lose anything."

West Fire Grass looked puzzled at the car keys on the sofa.

"Aren’t these your car keys?"

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McCarthy picked up the keys and held them in his hand. The sight of them made his heart skip a beat.

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A high-end luxury car on the market, each priced at hundreds of thousands of Orokin.

West Fire Grass indeed brought one to Cuba, although it was second-hand. Still, it was worth tens of thousands and had been seized by the intelligence section, currently being inspected in the warehouse.

Just handing it over like this?

McCarthy’s heart was greatly stirred, his eyes burning as he looked at West Fire Grass, then turned to the other agents and said,

"West Fire Grass is a good friend of mine. Arrange a better residence for him; I remember there’s a detached house in the western Second Ring that’s quite good."

In the world of capital, everything can be measured in money, including loyalty and friendship.

That night, at the National Hotel.

This was already considered the best-preserved commercial hotel in Cuba. Its styling was not inferior to Gemstone Cyan after completion, and its luxury was even more so, with gilded columns and gem-studded walls.

After all, drug dealers don’t use their money for industrial development, they spend it on personal enjoyment.

However, such a place was still somewhat expensive for McCarthy, especially after the drug market was severely hit, these people below were the first ones to go hungry.

Initially, it was just to keep up appearances, but after getting the car keys and bringing the car out, it became a matter of life and death brotherhood!

It had to be the finest food and drinks.

The agents who came along were also wide-eyed, drooling, their Adam’s apples moving to leave a trail.

However...

In West Fire Grass’s eyes, it was just so-so.

Some nice-looking organic vegetables and fruit platters, along with some Mexican meat dishes.

Can this compare with cat food?

Cuban industry is lacking, and farming is forbidden, focusing solely on drugs and tobacco, with no attention to agricultural or livestock development?

The price of organic vegetables is three times more expensive than in Night City.

For the drug lords, are these issues even ’things’?

If you can’t afford it, that’s your problem, try to find the reasons within yourself.

West Fire Grass wasn’t disdainful, he ate, but without any surprise, chewing with a frown.

As for the agents, they all ate in a frenzy, oil running down their mouths. West Fire Grass had to let them have more, or he’d probably be stuffed into a mouth and eaten.

And his expression, of course, wasn’t missed by McCarthy, who felt somewhat discontented.

McCarthy certainly knew what Horizon Corporation’s meals were like. They broadcast live eating shows every day, and the front line ate better than their rear support. As for the company’s headquarters, need more be said?

"Bro, the diet here is a bit inferior compared to Night City, hope you can adapt. I’ll take you to a bar later..."

"No, no, no, I’m not bothered by this."

West Fire Grass put down his knife and fork.

"I’m just a bit indignant for the brothers."

He pointed to the food on the table and said,

"The brothers risk their lives every day, not demanding mountains of gold, but at least a decent meal like this every few days. The result, this... sigh..."

West Fire Grass couldn’t continue, just look at their eating habits, only slightly better than pigs.

Avoiding confidential intelligence, not discussing work, just talking about treatment and food, the agents quickly empathized with West Fire Grass.

"Sigh... isn’t it caused by the company behind you?"

McCarthy poured out his complaints. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Not just for taking out Hansen and cutting off our drug market in Night City, but also they developed some kind of regulator, our goods are stuck and can’t get out."

No matter the industry, the little guys below are never going to make money.

After all, it’s not 2025 now; with global control coming down, no more constraints, risking life for money isn’t necessary anymore, and drug production everywhere increases, revenue naturally declines.

Now that it’s wartime, resources are prioritized for the front line, these agents in Havana naturally don’t get any advantages.

Each one buried their heads, looking dejected.

"Want to make money? Isn’t that easy?"

West Fire Grass was dismissive of McCarthy’s complaints.

"I’ve been smuggling in Night City, making this much a year."

He extended eight fingers.

McCarthy was curious.

"Eighty thousand Orokin?"

Such money isn’t considered embezzlement, it was already his annual salary.

West Fire Grass laughed, sneering in his smile.

"Eighty thousand? Eight hundred thousand!"

McCarthy grabbed his fingers.

"Brother, show me the right path!"