161 Cuban Crime Syndicate

"Aguilar, the living legend?"

Whenever someone in Havana lit a thick cigar, Aguilar took a head somewhere in the world.

The first time Carl heard that name, she had still been a rookie struggling to survive on the streets.

Whenever the old-timers at the Afterlife mentioned a "living legend," they would lower their voices, as though the name itself could bring death upon them.

Adam Smasher? A monster of mechanical cyberware.

Rogue? The queen of Afterlife fixers.

And Aguilar.

The Cuban Crime Syndicate's top assassin and a one-man negotiation expert. So long as Aguilar appeared, even the most tense atmosphere would have to ease. If his one-man diplomatic mission failed, people would start dying until the problem was resolved.

Some said he was an assassin ghost still walking among the living. He seemed capable of appearing anywhere in the world, and every time he did, he took the life of someone who had offended the Cuban Crime Syndicate. Gang bosses, police chiefs, corporate executives, politicians—regardless of status, anyone who heard that Aguilar's name had come near them would flee, hide, and beg for forgiveness.

"He's got quite the reputation. Why did you suddenly bring him up, Slider?"

Seeing that Carl did indeed know of the living legend, Slider gave a slight nod. Of course she did. It was Aguilar—his name circulated among mercenaries, civilians, and even corporations. It was only natural for Carl to know him.

"If it's Aguilar," Slider voiced his idea, "I heard the Cuban Crime Syndicate backing him supports Hansen. Since this is Hansen's banquet, I doubt anyone would dare inspect a legendary figure like him, so..."

"So we disguise ourselves as him?"

Kenichi Shiro cut in. "Not a bad idea, but how do we get Aguilar's current appearance and attire? I know some information about him,