He and the Red Killer Demon aren't afraid to die, but there can't be any problems now. NPCs only have one life, and if something happens to Gloria and David, all their previous work would be in vain.

"What? You've left me hanging in Havana for a month, and now you remember to look for me?"

Olivia crosses her legs, with an attitude as if she runs the world.

"Let me guess, did Hansen that idiot finally get hit, your connections went dry, the assassination failed, and so you can only come looking for me now?"

Meat Mountain's expression was somewhat touched because there was no reason for the other party to know about Hansen getting taken out.

It's important to know that only big companies and certain government agencies have satellites capable of cross-city communication, and they certainly don't include the Chaotic Blade Association.

For Night City's news to reach here, it would take at least a month.

But Olivia can find out under heavy surveillance, proving that her identity is no ordinary one.

Although Horizon Corporation flipped over a tribe of the Chaotic Blade in Big Sur, few know that the tribe belonged to Olivia, and it hasn't been spread around at all, especially not to the Cubans.

This is the key information disparity.

Meat Mountain spoke quietly, "Things are indeed more troublesome than I imagined. The director of that company miraculously escaped once, but it doesn't matter, nobody can escape Havana's pursuit; his death is only a matter of time."

You idiot, if it were that easy to handle, I would have killed this group long ago, would you even be needed?

Just wait, in less than half a year, you're dead.

Olivia cursed inwardly, but her face was impatient.

"So you mean to stall me further? I'm telling you, don't try to play any tricks. You're not the only one in Havana wanting to do business, and you're not the only seller in Cuba. My patience is limited."

But this is a crucial piece of information, Gloria already took note of it.

"I've been busy with Dog Town's affairs recently, accidentally neglected."

Cuba may produce hundreds of tons of drugs, but after distribution among countless trafficking organizations headed by various leaders, people like Old Bald Head don't get a large share. Dog Town is a very important sales route for them; now that it's cut off, they must quickly find a new one.

Leaving someone hanging for a month, it's only normal to take some attitude, and given the money involved, lowering one's head isn't shameful.

"How do you want to handle this deal?"

"Heh, go ask around Evil Land, who doesn't know the name Olivia there?"

Olivia shamelessly bragging with a big-wig demeanor. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Here's the deal, I have a route in New America. Although it's a bit risky, the profit is hefty. For the sake of this first deal, I'll show some sincerity. After the deal is done, you get seven, I get three, how about it?"

Offering seven out of ten is quite a big concession, indirectly acknowledging Old Bald Head's strong position, which surprised him a bit.

"I have loads of goods, no idea how much you can handle?"

"Whatever you have, I can take it all."

Olivia gave Gloria a look, Gloria placed the suitcase she was holding onto the table, input the password, and opened it. Stacks of brand-new Orokin were inside; even without counting, it was clear it exceeded a million.

"This is a deposit, the rest depends on your sincerity."

In 2076, unlike 1976, with the lack of institutional control, the risk in drug transactions is minimal and the profit margin has drastically fallen. The days of money and goods clearing on the spot rarely happen; instead, it's more like a client-supplier ordering process.

The Nigerian's eye held a mournful look, her almost finished cigar pressed onto the other's shoulder to snuff it out.

"Having said in advance, I need to visit your factory and see if Havana's goods are truly purer than others."

Olivia pointed at Gloria.

"I brought an expert, don't try to fool me."

The reason was utterly reasonable.

After all, who visits a drug factory to see anything but drugs, rather than the production line?

Perhaps Olivia's performance was too convincing, Old Bald Head almost got rid of all his suspicions; he let his men take the suitcase of money and smoothly said:

"I own 17 production factories, always welcome."

He's just one of the heads of the Havana Drug Trafficking Group, though relatively strong; there're at least six or seven like Old Bald Head in Havana.

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Exiting the hotel and back to the car, David was sweating.

Olivia whistled at him twice.

"How about it, boy, didn't get scared today, did you?"

David shook his head, unwilling to talk - this felt more dangerous than street battles in Night City; in the hotel, he was so tense he barely managed to speak.

Gloria took out a bottle of ice water and handed it over; he gulped it down swiftly.

"Later David, you, I, and Olivia will go back to the base to prep for tomorrow's factory inspection."

Meanwhile, Master and Killer Demon were already assembling firearm parts from the car seat; Olivia was struck dumb, especially when Master put a black stocking over his head, dressing up like a Phoenix Warrior.

She exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing? Is there this part in our plan?"

"What are we doing?"

Master was greasing the rifle; even through the black stocking, Olivia could see that wicked smile.

"Of course, robbing money. You didn't really think we'd hand that suitcase of money to a drug dealer, did you?"

"Robbing money? You're going to rob the money back?"

She was instantly shocked; damn, who pays the deposit and then right after, rushes to snatch it back from them?

The Chaotic Blade Association does business only after dealing would they kill the trading partner.

The Killer Demon wearing a white stockings head cover spoke:

"We placed a micro-tracker in the cash; once he puts it in the safe, we'll move."

Master chuckled, "If we don't take the money back, wouldn't we just become the villains financing drug dealers?"

"So we're really doing a good deed by turning over a new leaf."

After saying that, he crossed himself over the chest.

"Jesus bless."