Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 131: Plan.

"Should I put the team together now?" Hector asked as James went toward the house.

"No, first let's plan everything and then we can strike them down." He said as he limped with more pain in his leg, and the cane didn't help too much. So the moment he went into the house, he grabbed his meds, then sat down at the dinner table where Hector came in and sat down too.

"Where are the guys?" James asked him.

"Guys?" He asked back.

"Yeah, the one that died, and that fucking Sinatra member." James said because the driveway was clean, not even the blood was there anymore, and not even one bullet shell.

"The cleaning team already did their job." Hector explained.

"Okay." James said as he leaned back in the chair, tapping his head on the table.

His emotion was dull, but he knew very much that these deaths were only going to grow if he just went on a straight killing spree. He needed to think about a plan that would work out with less death on their side, especially after he employed ordinary people too, who just do their job, mixing shit up and delivering it.

"How many people do we have that can act as soldiers?" James asked as he looked at Hector, who had already pulled out his phone.

He already had the number because the coordinators already counted every single one of their men and women… yeah, because it wasn't how they exactly imagined it.

The coordinators only counted the people who had experience in combat, or just a simple shoot, a simple murder on the streets, but as the news spread even more, the ordinary workers started to sign up.

Women, older men signed up ready to kill. Whoever threatened the family, whoever wanted war, they were all ready to pick up a weapon and kill for what they believed was right.

"The number so far is 1,423. Out of them, 871 have experience with weapons, at least that we know so far." Hector said. "We can supply all of them with weapons and ammunition, but if more come in we're going to run short on ammo and bulletproof vests." Hector explained. "We have no problem with weapons since there are the 3D printed ones too, but ammo is short as well as bulletproof vests… but we can ditch that—"

"No." James said. "I want them to feel protected and cared about. The vests would make them feel that I actually care about them, so if you can buy more, just buy it." James said as he tapped his finger.

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"Then I will send somebody to buy it." Hector wrote it down on his phone. "But this also means our production is going to slow down. I mean we only have shipments left. Originally we wanted to do the plan that Benjamin and you talked about." Hector looked up at James. "If this war is going to last long, we're going to run out of money eventually, if we don't start something."

"I don't want to take back what I promised to them." James said.

The amount of money that the Bellini Family has is enough for a war, especially with connections to buy weapons and get more people, but the thing is that James provides care toward his workers, which is like real legal work. They get a good salary and if they have problems with health, James takes care of it, even covering the funeral of the men who had died.

Not even mentioning the production and shipments cost, and the bribery not just in the country but outside of it.

If there is no money coming in and he keeps doing the high salaries with all its benefits, they're going to go broke.

"There is no way they would leave you, James." Hector said with a smile on his face.

"It even angers me when you think about it." He shook his head. "A lot of them have been here since the beginning, and believe me, all of them feel that they owe you their life. So if you cut down their salaries and those benefits, nobody is going to go against you or going to leave because they know what is happening."

James thought about it for a second, but there was something, another option.

"What if we start the Benjamin plan while at war?" He asked. "It could bring in not just more manpower but money too."

"It would, but it would also be the biggest point that they would attack." Hector sighed. "This was nothing, just a message." He gestured outside. "They would come with more men, more shootouts. The cartel is the worst, they don't have morality, they kill everybody."

"But first they need to get their men into the country, then into the city. We are far from the border, so realistically, by the time they smuggle in more people, we can already start working."

"Yeah, maybe a month. Also, they need to get weapons, so let's say two months until they start their rampage." Hector said.

"Then we need to slow them down, as I said. Kill the dealers who are selling their stuff, let's find their warehouse, because I'm sure they have some in the country, even try to locate their connections, let it be the government or anything we need to kill them off as fast as possible."

"I'm going to pla—"

James's satellite phone that was still in his pocket started ringing.

He pulled it out and answered it.

"Hello."

"It's me, Linda. I need you to come to my office." She said, while in the background some voice came through.

"You want me to walk into the Minister of Justice building?" James asked back, turning to Hector.

"Yes. First, I'll send a car for you with government number plates, then you're going to come in through the garage and the back doors to meet me and the others."

"Others?"

"We are going to work with you, but I don't want to explain it on the phone."

"Work with me? Who exactly?" James asked, and Hector's eyes just widened.

"The government."

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