Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

Yeah, it was Mike, the same Mike that lay motionless on the ground, the same Mike that Arine thought had died.

The only one person he looked at like a friend, that he cared about, was fucking alive, while he wanted to avenge him.

"...Fu...ck." Arine gasped for air as the pain suddenly shot through his body. He felt every bit of pain, but his ribs were the most fucked up, it was a feeling he couldn't describe, it was so painful.

"Don't move, Arine!" Mike shouted at him, while around him the guards were now in a shootout with the officers that came with two cars.

"Y...you al-alive...?" Arine asked as finally his vision came back and could clearly see his face, that fucking stupid face of his.

"Of course I am, Arine. And you are too, just your ribs got fucked up." Mike shouted at him as he cut the vest off with his scissors. "Just chill, okay?" He said as he cut off his t-shirt underneath him, and next he put his hand on his ribs, which made Arine scream from the top of his lungs.

"Ahhhh, fuck!"

"Only cracked." Mike said, smiling to his face, while Arine started crying.

It wasn't just the pain that was unbearable, he was also so grateful that Mike didn't die. They were together so much that he started to look at Mike as the big brother he never had someone that actually cares. And now, pressing his ribs once again, he knew very well that he cared.

"M-Mike!" He shouted, grabbing his head. "Stop it!"

"Chill a bit, Arine!" Mike said to him, tapping his shoulder and getting up, reloading his gun.

But he was in too much pain.

His bulletproof vest caught the bullet, but the sheer force of it knocked him out and when he fell, his head impacted the ground, which made it worse. He opened his eyes when Benji grabbed him and started dragging him to cover, while the others covered them with gunfire, pushing back the officers.

The officer immediately got shot in the head after he shot twice at Arine and Mike, but the thing is, they waited too much. Even though they are criminals, they still have strict protocols that ensure they don't get into a mess and keep them from firing. It's a crystal-clear rule: even if some of their men die, they do not start a shootout with any law enforcement in the downtown area, because they can't just hide it under the rug.

But as Arine was shot too, Benji was the only one that actually thought and realized they were security for the truck. Which meant he could shoot as it would be deemed as a misunderstanding.

And sure he did… and with him, the others too.

His first shot was a headshot, and the others started emptying their magazines too, into the police cars, killing four of the six officers, and with that, it just became much worse as more officers arrived at the scene and started shooting, without knowing anything about what was actually going on.

The misunderstanding just spiralled out of control.

The police got the alert that the truck was being robbed, or at least trying to be robbed, but the first responder, who shot Arine and Mike, thought they were the robbers, that's why he opened fire. The others who arrived all got the same intel: "heavily armed robbers opening fire." but the most fucked up part wasn't the ongoing shooting, but the SWAT squads that were heading toward them, and Mike and the others knew very well that if they didn't do something, they would die, and their backup was nowhere to be found.

"Where the fuck is the backup?!" He grabbed the guard who was sitting next to him.

"I don't know! They weren't responding!" He said back, and Mike's blood ran cold. "Give me that shit!"

The guard got out his radio, giving it to Mike, who started shouting into it but no response came from it, not even a word. He turned the knob and pushed every button but nothing.

He threw it to the ground, turning to Benji. "Call in!" He said.

Benji immediately got out his and started shouting. He pushed it to his ear to hear what they said, but it was everything but not promising.

"40 minutes!"

Mike got frozen in place.

That was too much time, the police would get there quicker easily now that they were alerted. His second option was actually the truck guard, who had been sitting in that fucking truck since the beginning. He ducked low as he rushed toward it and started banging on the door again.

"Open the fucking door!" He shouted, but they again just shook their heads, so Mike did what he thought was best and went in front of the truck, aiming and emptying the whole magazine into the windshield of it. He aimed all the shots into the exact same spot, as it had more chance to actually penetrate the bulletproof window and sure it did.

Not all the way, but it shattered bits of chunk that sent shrapnel into the guard's face.

Then he went back to the door and started shouting again at them, and after what he did, they finally opened the door, and Mike immediately grabbed him, pulling him out to the ground.

"Call in, you fucker! The police are shooting at us!" He shouted banging the guard's face into the asphalt.

He was so scared he said nothing back, just started shaking. Mike let go of him and climbed into the truck to talk with the driver.

"Call in, and say don't fucking shoot at us before I kill you!"

The driver looked at Arine while his head was slightly bleeding as little fragments cut his forehead, but he got the message and grabbed the radio, shouting into it.

"This is truck 54 to the operation center! This is truck 54! Police shooting at our guards! I repeat, they're shooting at our guards!" he shouted.

"Truck 54, this is the operation center, say it again."

"I said..." He took a big breath. "The fucking police are shooting at us and our guards, you motherfuckers!"

The radio went silent as he said it, only the static could be heard as he put it to his ear.

"Roger." The voice said calmly like it was nothing.

"Roger? What the fuck does that mean?!" Mike leaned in, grabbing the radio from the driver. "You bitches tell the fucking police to stop shooting before we fucking kill every single one of them in the whole city, do you understand?!"

"Understood." A voice replied back.

Mike threw back the radio to the driver and got out of the truck, grabbing the guard who was still on the ground. He pulled him up and dragged him toward the SUV they were taking cover behind.

"You are going to go out and tell them who we are!" Mike said, to which the guard's face just went dead in a second.

"What...?"

It was a suicide plan. Mike knew it too, the second he stepped out, he would be shot, but if they didn't act, nobody could save them, because the fucking backup wasn't coming in time, which also was strange to him.

How the fuck does it take 40 minutes when the warehouse is 22 minutes away and another one of the warehouses is 18 minutes? Even if they gear up, it would only take 25 minutes.

It seemed like a setup or somebody sabotaged them.

The radio didn't work the same radio that was on the guy whose only purpose on the squad was to communicate with the others and still his radio wasn't reaching anybody.

"Where is that bitch?!" Mike asked Benji.

"She is in the car!" Benji said back and opened the door.

Yeah, Fanni was placed into the car that they used as cover from the bullets.

Mike grabbed her hands, dragging her out of the car. "Who the fuck are you!" He shouted at her, but she was still in shock.

She couldn't even hear Mike's question, only the heavy gun sounds, the bullets impacting, shells hitting the ground until, well, Mike slapped her so hard that all her senses came back.

"Who the fuck are you!" Mike shouted again.

"...no... nobody." She said, her voice cracking while staring into Mike's eyes.

He just got more frustrated and angry about it, so he grabbed her neck, looking for any tattoo, but there was none. Then he cut her pants, but there was no tattoo neither on her hands nor on her legs.

"Are you with Silas?!" He asked again, slapping her face.

She said nothing, didn't even know who Silas was, she never heard the name.

"Mike, we're low on ammo!" Benji shouted to him while reloading his last magazine.

He looked back at the girl, and he saw in her eyes real fear and confusion, like she wasn't even understanding what she was doing here, like she regretted all her life decisions at that moment.

"No... no no..." Benji's voice came as he leaned back, staring at Mike.

He immediately stood up and leaned out and what he saw was their death.

Two armored SWAT trucks parked, and heavily armed officers getting out and if that wasn't enough, from the back it was the same thing, as one of the guards sprinted back to them.

The sensation of death only got more intense as a helicopter also appeared in the sky, circling.

He sprinted back to the truck. "What the fuck is this?!"

"They don't believe it..." The guard said, and Mike just closed his eyes, then hopped out.

He stood there starring up at the helicopter.

"We are so fucked."