Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

Chapter 165 165: Death with a Cane.

It was impossible. There was no way that what he was seeing was real. He thought he was hallucinating, seeing a dream, something caused by the chaos around him. But now it was real as fuck. The man standing before him was the same man he wanted to fuck over.

James Bellini, standing in front of him, looking down at him like a god… like death himself came for him out of nowhere, with his fucking suit and cane.

"You look fucked up, Marco." He said to him as he was laying there, just looking at him with wide eyes and confusion, like what the fuck is happening.

Because James wasn't alone. No… there were men around him… men with an IF patch on their bulletproof vests.

Yeah, James Bellini came with the Intelligence Force itself, and beside him stood none other than Thomas himself.

Marco couldn't think. What is happening? He couldn't think at all. How is this possible? That James was standing comfortably beside a fucking agency that's supposed to hunt them down… yeah, he was standing proudly without even a flicker of fear.

"Y-you… made a deal—"

"Yeah, I made one." James interrupted Marco's hesitant words. "Well, we'll talk more about it." He smiled, and then Mike himself stepped to Marco, hitting him hard on the head. He lost consciousness immediately, and then was grabbed by the IF agents themselves and was thrown into one of the cars in the convoy. Yeah because they came with a full force.

The whole main street was blocked by SUVs, armed trucks, and dozens of agents fully equipped for a raid… but that wasn't all. James himself came with his own men, and now they were literally working side by side.

"Should we go in?" James asked.

"I think it's dangerous for you." Thomas said from the side. He was also fully equipped with a bulletproof vest, helmet, and an AR in his hand.

"Dangerous?" James looked at him, and it was true, the gunshots were still ringing out from the estate with loud explosions. "I don't really care, let's go in."

With that, he turned and started walking toward the house while Thomas eyed him and saw something that put him into unease. His own agents, the IF, started escorting James without any order. They walked around him like he was the person they swore loyalty to, like James himself was their boss.

After Linda sent Thomas away to plan the raid on Marco's house, he called up his most trusted agents. Those who were in many missions, those he knew that they could stay silent and would not tell anybody about anything. So he told them what was really going on.

To his surprise, the reaction wasn't that bad. There wasn't confusion or disbelief, more like a calmness… like they knew it was going to happen sometime and they were just calm about it. There wasn't any objection or shouting, no, they listened to Thomas's words, who detailed to them what is exactly going to happen, and as he finished it, they prepped in minutes to get ready for the raid.

It was strange. So strange that Thomas himself started doubting himself and the agency he directs, because there was no way that they would react this way… only if they feared or respected James himself.

And it all made sense as he saw his own men escorting him like the president… it felt like these men, who swore to protect the country, started to part with James, with a gangster and Thomas knew the only reason for something like this to happen is… they lost faith in the government, in the country they swore to protect… because they themselves knew exactly what's going on behind the curtain, why the payroll is nothing, why they're protecting and putting their lives in danger while their bosses are getting millions upon millions.

Why bother dying out there?

Yeah, they already picked a better option than the IF.

"Should we go in?" One of their agents stepped to Thomas, who stood frozen in place, lost in his thoughts.

"Yeah… let's go." He whispered and with the others, they all wasted no time going inside the estate, where the situation now was calmer than ever.

Eric had already stormed inside the house with his team and killed many of Marco's guys inside, while Hector in the garden with Ramirez also made advance further toward the house, because after Marco ran away like a fucking bitch, his guards' morale and boost went away with it.

They barely even shot. Some of them even threw up their hands and walked out, but of course, they were immediately shot.

There was no mercy after what happened, and there will be no mercy at all.

As James walked through the gates with his men and the IF agents, the eyes of the wounded immediately fell on him. There was no actual way that what they saw was real, that their boss was walking through the gate like it was a fucking night walk. But shit, it was real.

"Our boss is here… James is here!" One of them shouted into the radio, and silence followed it.

Eric, from the house, immediately turned around and ran out toward the driveway and gate, while Hector from the back with Ramirez just looked at each other in disbelief that what they heard was actually real.

"What did you say?!" Ramirez shouted as some shots rang out around him.

"It's true, James is here!" Eric shouted, as he now saw him clearly, with his cane, slowly walking toward him… and it looked terrifying, like real, like real death came.

Around Joseph, there were flashlights lighting up the path with guards all around, and it looked crazy, with his cane walking, tapping it on the bloody driveway, going past dead bodies and mangled flesh.

"What the fuck…" Ramirez whispered as he looked at Hector, who was now smiling at him while his head was covered with dirt and a little blood.

"I knew it! I fucking knew it, that he would show up!" He shouted and ducked out and started firing his gun blindly at the house.

Hearing the gunshots, Eric immediately got in motion and started running to James. "Boss, it's—" He stopped the moment he saw the agents, the IF badge on their vests and the eyes looking at him.

It was different.

"Eric, are you good?" Mike stepped to him, grabbing his shoulder. Eric too was fucked, he was bloodied, but that blood was none other than Ferucci's blood. All of it was his.

"I—I'm good…" He whispered. He couldn't believe his eyes. These were really the agents, but as soon as he saw Thomas…that familiar face from the news he immediately knew that shit was real.

"You fought well, Eric." James said as he tapped his cane and stepped closer to him. "Go, guys, and make sure everybody's dead." He said, and in that moment, not just Mike and the others, but the IF agents as well started going into the house and to the side toward the garden.

It was a show, as Hector and Ramirez now were closer to the house and saw from the side fully armed people appearing, moving like fucking special forces and killing off Marco's guys, even if they just twitched on the ground, they shot them, to make sure.

"Fuck is that?" Ramirez asked because he saw the badge too. "IF?" He looked at Hector.

He too was looking, his eyes wide open. "How crazy is this? They came… don't shoot at them… they are with us."

Ramirez for a second said nothing, not because he was upset or anything, but it was unbelievable that an agency that swore to protect the law was now really working with them.

After a second, he immediately told the guys on the radio to only shoot at Marco's guys.

First, everybody was just blinking in confusion, but listened to the order and as they walked up to the house more they witnessed that it really was a coalition between the mafia and the law enforcement as they saw an IF agent putting a bullet into one of the guard's heads who was barely even moving, his lying on the ground bleeding out, then turned toward them.

"Ohh, are you guys with Bellini?" He asked calmly. "I have some boosters if you want some." He tossed a gel at them and went more into the house alone… and another some shots rang out.

"Gels?" Ramirez said as he looked down in his hand and realized they were fucking sport booster gels. "Fucking gels?" He looked at Hector, who was laughing.

They fought a battle, they were bloodied, literally fucked, and now an IF agent throws them booster gel after committing a crime.

"Booster gel…" Hector whispered again, looking down at it.

But outside too, at the driveway, the IF was kinda friendly. One of them immediately stepped to Eric.

"Are you shot somewhere?" He asked as he started tapping down his body, seeing the blood.

First, he said nothing, but then he realized that the battle wasn't over at least not here, because someone was fighting for his life.

"No… no, it's not mine…"

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Hello everybody!

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