Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System Chapter 176 A long road home

Tristan stared at the clouds of fire and smoke that ca out of the ships and the vehicle garage. He didn't need heat vision to see those.

There were ten explosions. Two half-made ships didn't blow up, but the blasts and waves from the other ships made them tilt dangerously for a mont.

When the dust cleared up, the camp stayed lit by orange and yellow lights. Now, instead of the explosions, they ca from fires left behind.

There was a lot of fire. Tristan's people have poured so stolen gasoline over the ships and the garage. They even made an entire trail of gasoline between the buildings, letting the fire spread like a bird jumping from house to house.

It was, in short, exactly like Tristan had planned. Two unset bombs didn't change the fact that the shipyard was in complete chaos now, and hundreds of thousand dollars' worth of equipnt was destroyed.

So of the Angulos people in the camp were wounded by the explosions, so by the fire. Most stayed alive and well to try to extinguish it in ti, but the chaos and panic were too big.

Just to make their life harder, Tristan found a few people who seed to be leaders and shot them dead. It only took half a minute.

Then he ran toward their planned rendezvous spot away from the camp.

[Hidden task complete: finish Operation Claw. Reward: your PP increased by 5000.]

***

Six hours later.

The middle of nowhere, but surrounded by tropical trees and tall grass, was far from the best hiding spot—but Tristan's team wasn't chased, anyway.

They got to the car, drove through a narrow dirt trail and so fields—and all that ti, no one chased them. The increasing glow behind them suggested why—the fire went out of control.

It was good the local forests were too wet for a proper forest fire.

Now the sun was rising. No one had over three hours of sleep, but they had to get going soon. They were just having a quick breakfast and so coffee before that.

Everybody looked bone weary—even Tristan felt ntally exhausted—but the mood was high, nonetheless.

"I close my eyes and can still see them all blowing up," Kund said between spoonfuls of canned beans. "Boom! Best fireworks ever. Maybe I should've been a demolition man or sothing instead of mixing hemp with parsley and reselling it to my classmates."

Cutout snorted into his tal mug with coffee.

"Asshole. But yeah, good blast. Got them in the nuts."

His wound, thankfully, was not too serious. Tristan got out the bullet and stitched it up with no ti, and now, with so painkillers in him, Cutout looked almost only as tired as all the others.

The rest of the team only got slight scratches at most.

"Right in the nuts!" Decker nodded eagerly. "They will fucking rember it! And Sam got himself a good funeral pyre."

"Maybe he's alive," Kund said, but imdiately shook his head. "Nah, who am I kidding? Rest in peace—he was a cool guy."

Tristan nodded, too.

"He was. But he died for the goal—I saw that he planted all his bombs. It was a good blow to the Angulos. Not to their money, but… They already had a blow to the money."

The operation that made him Leon's underboss cost Cuatro Angulos more money and people than this one—but in a way, drugs were easier to make than ships. At least if you had a well-established infrastructure for it.

Ships were a new project, and now with its ideologist dead and the ships themselves mostly destroyed, it was over.

All that was left was to make the next leader Tristan's puppet. But that was a task for another day.

[New task: make the next leader of Cuatro Angulos your puppet. Value: 1000.]

'Yeah, like that.'

He looked into his own can of beans and let out a sigh.

'I expected losses, but it still sucks that Sam is gone…'

People around him were taking it better. They were used to the loss of comrades. Tristan was used to the loss of pawns.

Sam wasn't a friend, but it was soone Tristan knew enough to rember his na. It had to count.

Tristan let the sadness fill him for ten more minutes. When everybody finished eating, he shook it off and focused on the goal again.

They still had to return to Arica, and relaxing on the road back was a sure way to get fucked.

***

For the first day, they drove with no complications. On the second day, they had to slow down a lot.

There were several reasons.

The entire Cuatro Angulos cartel was buzzing like an alard bee hive, and its thugs were patrolling all the big and most of the small roads. They were showing the guns openly and accosting every white man they saw on the streets.

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Tristan's team only traveled down the small roads. However, because of the rain that fell after the first day, all the dirt roads beca miniature swamps.

The third ti their car got stuck in dirt, Tristan wondered if they'd have a better ti going on foot.

'I wish. But no.'

He had to grit his teeth and help pull it out yet again. With 679 strength, Tristan's efforts equaled to that of his entire team put together, which right now ant two people.

Cutout's wound got inflad on day two, and now he was resting in the car and digesting antibiotics Tristan shoved into him. His incredible dical skill told him that in this wet heat and shaking car, Cutout's survival was mostly up to himself.

When the team actually reached a village, Tristan made a decision.

"Cutout needs at least a day of rest sowhere cleaner and with an AC. We are still in Angulos territory, but this village seems to be too small to actually have their people in it. Kund, Decker—stay here and guard the car. I'm going down to investigate the area and get us a room."