Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System Chapter 91: A target painted on Tristan's back

"Now tell —what exactly did you find, Kevin?"

"I found out how Cuatro Angulos got so much drugs past the border, Mr. Hayes."

Tristan's eyes widened. That was a secret worth over ten million dollars! Judging by Kevin's smile, he realized that, too.

"The boss of Cuatro Angulos has a few very high-profile people under his thumb. The kind that can go past customs without their luggage being checked, and have reasons to often travel between Arica and xico. That's not their only way of bypassing border control, but it seems to be the main one for drug-related things."

"That's… incredible. But, hm. There was still nothing on the Angulos boss himself?"

"No, Mr. Hayes. He's very secretive. Which is understandable, considering the price on his head put by the xican governnt."

Tristan nodded. He'd hide his na too, if he didn't have the luxury of a secret identity, anyway.

"Was there any information on who these people are exactly, Kevin?"

"Not much, but… I think many of them are celebrities, pop-stars, that sort of thing. At least one of them, as far as I could guess, is probably sowhere in Arica at the mont. Look for yourself."

Tristan nodded, then swiftly wrote an order on a piece of paper, signing it with his na. He passed the paper to Kevin.

"Give it to our accountant. If I find sothing useful in these files, I will give you more."

Kevin read the order and smiled. "2000 dollars? Thank you, Mr. Hayes. I hope you won't get disappointed."

Tristan dismissed him with a wave of hand.

He still had docunts to deal with, but they weren't ti-sensitive, so he set them aside and inserted the flash drive into his laptop.

The docunts Kevin copied there were all various administrative docunts, and although none of them said anything direct about anyone, Tristan's observation skill imdiately noticed many clues.

It all went down to the last known drug delivery. And considering its size, Tristan doubted there were many others.

There weren't any nas, but there were clues that the person who delivered it ca to the US on a tour. Like a concert tour.

So they were a musician.

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Grinning, Tristan searched up all the concerts from the touring musicians in his city in the previous month.

Then he filtered out all who didn't co on a tour from xico.

There was only one person left: a popular rapper/hip-hop singer, Big Rocket.

Publicly available information told Tristan that despite performing in English and Spanish, he ca from xico, and he regularly toured between countries, crossing the border on land.

It was a perfect cover to bring a bunch of drugs, and perhaps even several cartel soldiers, past the customs.

Another quick search told Tristan that by now, he had finished the tour, but still stayed in Los Angeles. Pics from his social pages showed he was relaxing in the usual style of rappers and "searching inspiration for his next album".

It didn't look like he was in any hurry to return to his holand.

"Ah, Los Angeles. The city of Hollywood. All the roads lead to you, don't they?" Tristan muttered, grinning. "I will need to give Kevin another five grand."

Now he didn't need to try hard about a reason to be in Los Angeles. Although to present a plan to Leon Clavon, he will have to flesh it out more.

'Then, instead of moving to a larger apartnt in this city, I will just move permanently right to LA!'

***

In a very different place.

Actually, this happened in two places at once, yet at the sa ti, nowhere. It was a conversation that happened on the Internet, between two people separated by unknown distances, but still on the sa page.

Both of them preferred to be anonymous, but one was known as the mysterious boss of Cuatro Angulos, and the other as an extrely good assassin under a moniker of "No Hope".

The first of them had a problem.

According to his—now demoted to a simple grunt—forr plaza boss (or a region boss, as those Aricans might say) Quixada, a single person led to the cartel's retreat from Quixada's city.

The boss of Angulos didn't just believe his words. He made his research. He thought it all through.

He decided that Tristan Hayes, indeed, was a problem—and could beco an even bigger one. Even killing Leon Clavon was pointless, because Hayes would likely take over him imdiately.

No Hope was a solution.

[I *hope* you are the real deal, because you won't see the money until I see the confirmation that Tristan Hayes is dead.]

[And if I won't see the money then, you will be dead, too.]

In his secret office, the boss of Angulos frowned and began writing a sharp response, but deleted it after a second thought.

No Hope was a legend. The best assassin in the world, and even more secretive than the boss of Angulos himself.

He (or she, as so people were sure, but not the boss of Angulos) always finished his missions, always killed anyone who skimped on paynt, and always avoided being discovered. He had no favorite way of killing, and his targets died in all ways from poison to a bullet.

When people found that No Hope was after them, they wrote their will and dressed for their own funeral.

However, because of how mysterious he was, with never eting his clients personally, it was terribly easy to impersonate him.

The boss of Angulos was sure that whoever he wrote to at least had good credentials. Perhaps he actually WAS the real deal. Or at least, good enough to deal with Hayes.

King Lion dealt Cuatro Angulos a blow, but Angulos never let go without retaliation. While the enemy relaxed, thinking that they scared Angulos away for good, they just prepared their forces.

The King Lion Gang was living its last days and not knowing it.

Sowhere in the world, an assassin who might or might not be THE No Hope gathered his things and bought a plane ticket to California.