Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

Chapter 164 164: Run.

The men whose only task was to shoot the walls and create an opening from the back did their job perfectly… at least two of them. They aimed the moment they got out of the car and executed it professionally, unlike Ferucci. They knelt down, aimed, grabbed the rocket launcher firmly, and pulled the trigger.

The rocket lit up the night as it flew into the wall and exploded with a brutal sound that echoed down the entire street, causing even more panic and confusion among Marco's men. The moment they heard it, they knew… they were fucked. It was a two-sided battle now, and their numbers had already been chopped.

On the other hand, it gave Eric and the others a mental push, the plan was working. They were now in the final phase and pushed even harder forward.

Meanwhile Marco, who had been ready to get into the car, watched the whole thing as the wall exploded, and the moment a rocket went through the hole… yeah, another one came.

The guy who was supposed to make a third entrance like the others?

Well, he got confused by the fact that the two guys before him had aimed at the same spot. The plan was for them to shoot at different parts of the wall to create three breach points and make their movement faster. But when he saw they both fired at the exact same spot, he didn't think much and just shot at the same spot too.

But by the time he shot, the two rockets had already made a big ass hole in the wall… so his rocket just flew freely through it, straight into the garden… toward the house… toward Marco himself. Again.

He had no time to react, nothing he could do just like the first time as the rocket flew barely six meters from him and slammed straight into the house, exploding the hell out of it. Debris fell everywhere onto Marco and his guards but this time, he wasn't thrown flying. Still, he could feel the debris, the glass, and the pieces of the wall hitting him hard again. His head was covered in blood, and he was almost blinded by it, but he still tried.

He got up, wiping his eyes and running toward the car, but it was too late. Hector and the others had already stepped into the garden and started opening fire.

The precious car that had been his last escape, his last hope to get the hell out of there, had now become a magnet for bullets. He ducked low, tried to open the door, but it was too late for that. Too late for everything. So many bullets struck the car that even the bulletproof windows shattered.

That was the exact moment he knew… there would be no escape for him. But he was confused as fuck.

He didn't know who was attacking them. He didn't even think about James at first, because there was no way James would do something like this… attack him at his own house, send a whole troop to kill him? No, he didn't even consider that possibility. Because in Marco's mind, there was no way his neighbors hadn't already called the police. No way they didn't report a fucking war going on in their neighborhood.

Well, he wasn't wrong, they called so many times that basically the 112 number was only filled with their calls, but it meant nothing, because Linda already informed them to not send responders, to not give a single fuck what they said.

Yeah, Marco was ultimately fucked up, and he didn't even know that exactly that person came from his blood, that he fucked over.

"Push more!" Eric shouted as he now was likely 60 meters from the house, cleaning up the last remaining guard who now was positioned inside the house, shooting out from the windows, doing everything to protect their boss, that motherfucker. "Shoot!" Eric shouted again as he looked the way of the machine gunner, but no, they couldn't shoot, because there was no more ammunition with them.

But not just them, almost all of the guys only had one or two mags left and their pistols, this whole shit went from a quick attack to a whole standoff.

"Only shoot at clear targets!" Eric shouted into the radio again, and suddenly the gunfire died down, there was no shooting into the mansion anymore, no suppressive fire, nothing.

The few shots that rang out were Marco's guards who shot at everything that even resembled a body, and of course from the back where Hector and Ramirez were giving living hell to Marco.

"Spread out more!" Ramirez shouted as they walked forward in a line spreading through the whole garden, they weren't taking any cover, no, they were marching in to finally end this bullshit.

Hector was directly walking beside Ramirez, his aim was at the car, eyeing it through his night vision, but there was not any movement, he didn't even shoot his gun once since they came in and it just angered him more, he thought it would be the best shootout ever in his life, but no, he wasn't even shooting at anything.

And even when he wanted to shoot a guard who popped out behind the car, Ramirez and the others shot so fast that he couldn't even pull the trigger.

But Hector focused too much on the shooting… while Ramirez focused on something more dangerous… the silence.

"It's strange." Ramirez whispered as he kept his eye on the house. "Where the fuck is the enemy?"

Hector looked around once more to the side of the house, to the upstairs window, but nothing. "It feels like a trap…"

"Throw it!" A sudden voice, Marco shouted, and his guard got up and threw something toward Hector and Ramirez.

They immediately aimed at him, but he wasn't alone. Suddenly from the house window, gunfire erupted.

"On the ground!" Ramirez shouted as he immediately threw his body on the ground with Hector taking cover behind a tree, but it wasn't all.

The thing that Marco's guard threw at them was grenades… three of them taped together, which landed far enough for them to not actually hurt them, but the explosion itself was fucked up.

One of the grenades exploded early and it sent the two other ones flying toward their team.

One of them exploded in the air before landing and it sent shrapnel everywhere, hitting three guys, while the other one landed, behind one of them, and then exploded, immediately killing him.

The explosion was so big that Hector's ears rang, but still, he ducked out and started shooting at the window, at the car, but they returned fire.

Marco's guards was shooting at everything in the garden, and more immediately their fire was accurate this time. They hit guy after another, because there wasn't so much cover to hide behind, they were fucked.

The tables have turned.

The plan wasn't planning and Marco grabbed this time of the chaos to actually do what he can do best.

Run the fuck away.

He sat in the car's backseat, lying down, while one of his guards who had balls like no one else sat into the driver side and started the car.

Seeing that Hector needed to do something, he opened fire immediately even though he just got the attention of the shooters in the window on himself, but there was the last option he could do.

He aimed and pulled the trigger, shooting at the side of the car, and hit the driver in the shoulder, and one bullet went a centimeter away from his head, but he ain't gave a fuck about it and pressed the gas, while Hector got counterfired.

The bullets hit all over the place and now Hector got what he came for, a proper shootout he never experienced before. The bullet impacting the ground, throwing dirt at him, the tree getting fucked up and pieces of it hitting his head, his helmet like a real war.

But still the plan failed as Marco's guard pressed the gas and steered the car out of the back and into the driveway to the front. As he did it, he hit his own man who was repositioning themself but didn't give a fuck, the mission was to get Marco out of the estate.

As he turned toward the driveway and drove toward the gate, Eric first got confused, but he quickly knew that the car wasn't theirs

"Fire!" He shouted into the radio and all of them pulled the trigger, sending dozens if not hundreds of bullets altogether at the car, but it wasn't working and it wasn't stopping, because the front of it was still intact and the bulletproof window did its job.

So it went past them, and as they turned, they shot even more at the side and the back, but the driver this time ducked down and all the bullets went past him, only the window fragments hitting him in the face, with one of the shards directly going into his left eye, but he wasn't giving a fuck about it and drove through the gate of the estate.

Marco was on the run… but not for long

Because the moment the driver wanted to turn to the main street, that was the moment when a car crashed into them.

The force of it was brutal, and they had no time to react as the car was pushed into a light pole. The driver immediately got knocked out, while Marco in the back, that lucky fucker, was still conscious.

His head was spinning, his vision was blurred, and he had no idea what the fuck was happening around him or where exactly he was. But he opened the door and fell out of the car, crawling toward a ditch on the side, trying to get away or hide… but then he felt it.

A barrel pushing to the back of his head.

He saw the shadow of people in front of him and knew his time had come to an end… or is it… because Marco knew that he was worth more living than dead, especially for an agency. And from the weapons they used, he was sure that it was the ISB or NSBI... shit, he even thought it was the military itself… so he knew or he thought he might even be able to bribe them if they arrested him… yeah, he had connections, he could do that easily.

So he turned around.

The flashlight immediately blinded his vision, which was fucked up anyway, but as everything became focused and as he looked up at the men around him in military vests and plate carriers with weapons that only the military used, he was sure of it.

He can bribe them even if they came with the intent to kill him.

"I—"

"Marco… how nice to see you again."

"W-what…?" The moment he knew that he wasn't going to bribe shit…