Capítulo 26: A Deal with Consequences
The tension in Vincent's office was palpable. Since the last time they had spoken with the Triad, something had changed. The atmosphere was charged with expectations and a sense of alertness. Vincent, with his arms crossed, observed his team.
Liam, his right-hand man, was reviewing some documents. His gaze was sharp, always aware of what was happening around him.
"Liam, do you have any new information about the shipment?" Vincent asked, breaking the silence.
"Nothing you don't already know, Vincent. But I think we should be more cautious this time," Liam replied, looking up. "The Triad has been more active in Little Seoul, and that worries me."
Maya, the stealth expert, leaned against the wall, listening intently.
"I don't like that we're so exposed. If they're planning something, it'll be at the most unexpected moment," she said, her voice soft yet firm.
Jared, the muscle of the group, crossed his arms, displaying his usual confidence.
"We can handle whatever comes. They're just a bunch of thugs," he asserted, though there was a spark of concern in his eyes.
Nina, the tech genius, sat at her computer with several monitors open in front of her. The blue light illuminated her face, and her expression was one of concentration.
"I've been tracking their communications. But I haven't found anything suggesting an imminent attack. However, they might be using secure channels," she explained, adjusting her glasses with a nervous gesture.
Vincent nodded, taking every word from his team into account. He knew they had to be ready for any eventuality. The last time they made a deal with the Triad, everything had gone well, but this time, the air felt different.
As they discussed, Natasha's phone rang. Her face turned grave as she looked at the screen. Without saying a word, she stood up and answered.
"What's happening?" she asked, her voice tense.
The conversation was brief, but Natasha's expression grew even more serious. When she hung up, she turned to Vincent and his team.
"They just attacked our shipment. It was the Triad. It was passing through Little Seoul," she announced, her voice controlled, but the worry in the air was palpable.
Vincent remained calm, though his mind raced at a thousand miles an hour. There was no time to waste.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked, though he knew that was secondary. The loss of the shipment was what truly mattered.
"There are no casualties, but the shipment is lost. We don't know how many men they had or if they are still in the area," Natasha replied.
Vincent took a deep breath, controlling the frustration that was beginning to bubble inside him. He had to be the leader, the one who kept calm.
"Liam, gather everyone. We need a plan of action. Jared, make sure everyone is armed. Maya, I want you to prepare to infiltrate their territory. We need to know exactly what they're plotting."
"I'm on it," Maya replied, her gaze determined.
Meanwhile, Nina typed rapidly on her computer.
"I can track their communications from here. If we manage to intercept something, it could give us the advantage we need," she said.
"Perfect. Stay alert," Vincent ordered before turning to Natasha. "Stay in touch with any sources you can. We need to know if they're trying to do anything else."
As Vincent moved, his mind couldn't help but think about the repercussions of the shipment loss. Every time they made a deal, they risked losing something valuable, but it had never been this serious. The Triad had crossed a line, and he wasn't going to let that happen.
The group moved quickly, each member knowing what to do and how to act. A sense of urgency filled the room as they prepared for an imminent conflict.
As they headed toward Little Seoul, Vincent reflected on the relationship they had with the Triad. It wasn't just business; it was a battle for power and control. They had had conflicts in the past, but this was different. The Triad didn't just want to do business; they wanted to show that they could defeat them, and Vincent wasn't going to let that happen.
Upon arriving in the area, the atmosphere was tense. The neon lights illuminated the street, but the air was filled with an unsettling feeling. They moved cautiously, making sure there were no surprises.
"Natasha, do you have any contacts in the area?" Vincent asked.
"I know a few locals. There might be someone who knows what's going on," she replied, looking around.
As Natasha searched for her contact, Vincent organized his team. He knew they had to act quickly and precisely. They couldn't let the Triad win this game.
"Liam, I want you to take charge of security at the entrance. Maya, you and Jared will handle surveillance from the inside. Nina, stay in contact and make sure we have access to any information we need," Vincent said, giving clear instructions.
With a nod, each team member took their position. The tension was palpable as they waited for the right moment to act. Vincent felt like a general on the battlefield, ready for war.
When Natasha returned, her expression was grave.
"My contact says the Triad has a meeting at an old factory. They're planning their next move," she informed, her voice serious.
Vincent felt the adrenaline beginning to flow. It was the perfect moment to act.
"We're going to hit now. We need to know their plans and ensure they don't attack again," he said, his determination evident.
The group moved quickly toward the factory, and Vincent felt filled with energy and purpose. As they approached, he realized they were in the Triad's territory, and that meant they had to be careful.
The interior of the factory was dark and desolate. The echo of their footsteps resonated through the walls. The atmosphere was charged with tension as they moved cautiously, each of them in tune with the danger surrounding them.
Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang out around them. Vincent didn't hesitate.
"Take cover!" he shouted, moving quickly behind a stack of crates.
The gunfire erupted inside, and the Triad had been waiting for their arrival. The fight turned into absolute chaos.
Vincent shot with precision, directing his team as they tried to stay safe. Focusing, Vincent realized he could slow down time around him. Everything momentarily froze. The sound of gunfire became a distant echo, and the movements of the Triad members slowed. Calmly and controlled, he moved through the battlefield, dodging bullets and enemies with almost superhuman precision.
He shot several Triad members, ensuring every shot counted. The calm he felt was almost strange amidst the chaos, but it allowed him to make strategic decisions. He realized he had inherited a skill similar to Michael one.
"Vincent!" Liam shouted from the corner. "Watch out!"
Vincent turned just in time to dodge a surprise attack. With quick and precise movements, he fought against the Triad members, not allowing his concentration to waver.
When the dust finally settled, Vincent found himself standing, surrounded by the remnants of an intense battle. The Triad had been defeated, and the factory was once again under their control.
Vincent felt a mix of euphoria and fury invade him. He had regained not only control of the situation but also the weapons they had stolen from him. As his men searched the place for the lost shipment, he looked at the fallen Triad members from the battle.
The older man, with scars that told stories of battle, stepped forward, trembling.
"Please, you don't have to do this…" he pleaded, but Vincent's gaze was cold and calculating.
"In fact, I do have to do this," Vincent replied, letting his voice resonate in the air, filled with a cold tone that left no room for doubt.
Without waiting for a response, Vincent pulled out his lighter and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling smoke into the man's face. With a slow, deliberate movement, he approached the fallen bodies, letting the crunch of glass under his feet resonate in the silence.
"You thought you could cross the line and get away with it, right?" Vincent said, his voice calm and dangerous. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."
As he spoke, he crouched down beside one of the men who still breathed, the one who had tried to attack them. His face showed fear and desperation, but that only fueled Vincent's cold determination.
With a swift gesture, he poured gasoline over the fallen bodies of the Triad. The gasoline crackled as it came into contact with the cold factory floor, while the pungent smell filled the air.
"You will be the only one to live to tell the story," he said, turning his attention back to the trembling man. "But I want you to know something. Don't forget what happened here. The next time youdecide to challenge me, there will be no mercy. Listen carefully. You will go abd tell your boss that I want two million dollars as compensation for the cargo you took, otherwise i guarantee you, things won't end well for your organization if they ignore my demand."
With a flick of his wrist, he ignited his lighter, the flame dancing like a flash of death in his hand. The fear in the eyes of the Triad man intensified, and before he could say anything more, Vincent threw the lighter toward the gasoline soaked uncounscious bodies, some of them still breathing.
An explosion of flames illuminated the inside of the factory, casting dancing shadows on the walls as the fire consumed everything in its path. The man who had been left alive screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the fire.
Vincent stood still, watching the spectacle with a terrifying calmness. The sound of the flames and the smell of smoke blended into a symphony of destruction, and inside him, a part of him felt satisfaction. It was a clear message to anyone who dared to challenge his authority.
As the flames devoured the remains of the Triad, Vincent and his team withdrew from the factory, leaving chaos behind. They knew their work wasn't finished, but at least they had recovered what was theirs. Victory felt good, although the brutality of the confrontation cast a shadow over their conscience.
As they exited, Natasha was waiting for them in the van, her face showing a mixture of concern and relief.
"Are you all okay?" she asked, her voice tense.
"Yes," Vincent replied, his tone firm. "But the Triad learned a lesson today."
Natasha nodded, although her eyes reflected the seriousness of the situation.
"We can't let this happen again. If they continue to attack our shipments, this could escalate quickly."
Vincent looked at his team. He knew they had to prepare for the Triad's next move, but he also understood that is part of the job.
"We'll take some time to recover," Vincent announced. "But let's be ready to act at any moment. If the Triad won't stop here, we are going to withdraw them of the map"
Liam leaned forward, a serious expression on his face.
"We can make them think twice before they attack again. We need a strong message, one that can't be ignored."
Vincent nodded. He knew Liam was right. This confrontation couldn't go unanswered, and they had to ensure the Triad understood that they couldn't play with fire.
"I'm going to make some calls. I want everyone informed about what happened. This isn't just an attack; it's a challenge to our authority. We're going to show them what it means to cross the line," Vincent said, his voice filled with resolve.
As the team prepared to leave, Vincent felt a mix of adrenaline and nervousness. He had experienced a new dimension of his ability, a skill that gave him an edge over his enemies. He couldn't let that get in the way of his judgment, but he also couldn't ignore it. If he was going to survive in this world, he had to take advantage of every edge he could find.
With the van's engine roaring behind him, Vincent turned to Natasha.
"Make sure the contacts are aware of what happened. We're going to need allies, and most importantly, we need to ensure the Triad doesn't do this again."
Natasha nodded, her expression serious. She knew what they had faced that night was just a glimpse of the danger lurking in the shadows. But she also knew Vincent was a man who could handle the pressure.
As they left Little Seoul, the atmosphere in the van became lighter, but the tension was still present. Each of them understood that what they faced wasn't just an attack on a shipment but an attack on their lifestyle.
Vincent felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. Every decision he made, every move he took, would affect not just his life but that of his team. He couldn't afford to lose control, not when so much was at stake.
With his gaze fixed on the road, he realized that the path ahead would be complicated. The Triad wouldn't stop, and he would have to be ready to confront them once again. But this time, he would have to be smarter, more strategic, and use everything he had learned in his new life and from playing GTA.
As the van drove away from Little Seoul, Vincent felt a renewed sense of purpose. He wasn't just fighting to reclaim what was his; he was fighting to prove that in this game, he was in charge. With every blow and every strategy, he would demonstrate that no one in this world could challenge his dominance without facing consequences.
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