Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 146: Ready.

Hector laughed at him, but then Ferucci's voice came.

"We need to go." He said as he stepped closer, eyeing the grenades. "We need more than this, like maybe a hundred or something."

"It's not for us." Hector said and hit Mike on the shoulder. "Stay here and protect James. If anything happens, just throw all this shit." He said, glancing once more at Mike, and went past him.

Mike glanced once more at Hector, then started packing his vest with grenades and then just called everybody to pick one for themselves, and the estate's protection was now on the highest level.

"So the rocket launcher… Can we really use them?" Ferucci asked as their car sped off toward one of the warehouses, where people already gathered.

Hector smirked as he looked at Ferucci. "Fuck yeah, we can use it."

His face lit up as he heard it, and he already imagined himself firing one at Marco's house.

"But the thing is, I only bought three launchers and five rockets…" Hector said, and his voice now was concerned, as maybe it wasn't the right time to use it, because it took weeks to get it… but then he remembered… they were working with the government. "Forget it, we're going to blast the shit out of that house."

"That's what I'm saying!" Ferucci said, clapping his hands. "What kinda explosives did you buy? I know about the grenades and the rocket launchers, but anything else?"

"Nah, I didn't went that overboard, and that minigun was expensive as fuck…" Hector just realized maybe that was too much of an impulsive buy. "We'll only use the rocket launchers and the grenades at his house.

"What about the restaurant?" Ferucci looked a little confused about it.

"Civilians… if our guys start throwing grenades, it could kill the bystanders, and I know it will just hurt James too, so we just shoot it up… but the coffee shops are a different thing, those are scattered all over the city, so we can fuck those up, grenades, Molotov cocktails, burning the whole shit down." He smiled.

Ferucci too smiled, as he now was hundred percent sure he was going to fire a rocket launcher, but a question rose in him. "Are you coming too?"

"Of course I am." He said with confusion on his face. "Why are you asking dumb things when I sit next to you?"

But Ferucci wasn't that happy about it. "You are the underboss, and they don't usually take part in shit like this… what happens if we both die?" He asked, now with a serious expression on his face. "It just seems stupid that you're coming too… especially when Bella left the country… there's nobody staying now with James."

"I waited years for this, Ferucci." Hector said, looking into his eyes. "Years to finally fuck some shit up, but really fuck it up. Even if we die, James would still be at the top. It may sound a little selfish and reckless, but I want to finally do something real where my blood can boil, the adrenaline can rush me." Hector's words were firm and not even a little bit hesitant in his voice.

"But you have a family, I mean I only have James and you, if—"

"I already sent them away…" Hector said, looking at Ferucci. "I informed everybody that has family and in the highest position to hide them or send them away, because the cartel loves to kill family members…" He grabbed Ferucci's shoulder. "Second, I'm not going to die, nor you."

"Yeah…" Ferucci mumbled, then looked into Hector's eyes with a grin on his face. "But if you die, it means I become the underboss." He smiled more. "Shit, you might just die, brother."

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There was a bit of silence between them as Ferucci said it, but then Hector suddenly burst out laughing, and soon Ferucci as well, and it seemed like the nervousness suddenly disappeared as they laughed their asses off the whole drive toward the warehouse.

But when they finally arrived, it was just as they had expected. The boys were already there, loading supplies, handing out guns, and preparing themselves like real soldiers. Some even taped magazines together for faster reloads, while others checked their radios.

Hector got out of the car and stretched his arms. Ferucci followed behind, already lighting a cigarette as they walked toward the open warehouse gate.

They were ready.