Chapter 142: Dear Casanova

Back at the Commando Vermelho compound, the remnants of the TCP attack smoldered, but Nicolau Silva's focus had entirely shifted. With Jose, his former right-hand man, now a lifeless heap in the jungle, a new, terrifyingly effective enforcer had arrived. Nicolau was utterly captivated by Ciano, the giant "tribesman" who had single-handedly decimated the TCP forces. He would make Ciano his new right-hand man. His enforcer.

Nicolau was invested. Since Ciano supposedly hailed from the Amazon depths, he began to meticulously teach him their language, their ways, the intricacies of the cartel's operations. What Nicolau didn't know was that Ciano was equally invested, albeit for entirely different reasons. Through the contact lenses Lina had crafted for him, an automated translator seamlessly fed him Brazilian Portuguese in real-time, allowing him to understand every word Nicolau uttered. He couldn't yet speak it, but he understood.