Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 147: Private Military.

After that mistake of Ramirez, Hector looked up the patch on the internet and immediately found that it was a special ops force… but in Macari.

The first-ever special force that was disbanded because of the brutal force they operated with. Not just disbanded, but 23 of the members were prosecuted and were sentenced to life in jail, after reports and records came out that they didn't give a fuck about witnesses nor anything else. They killed everybody that stood in their way and didn't give a fuck about literally no one… not even the children nor the women.

Out of the 54 missions they cleared all of it, killing gangsters, terrorists, and even were deployed in other countries, but their actions caught up to them.

And that's why Ramirez wasn't speaking about his past, or didn't even want them to know it, but for Hector needed to make a decision. James rules were clear, don't hurt children and knowing the details of Ramirez and what kind of force he was in it was hard to decide.

But he let him in, after Ramirez pleaded and swore on God, swore on every living relative that he didn't kill nor hurt children nor women… or if he did it was for reasons.

Well in the end after a long talk he joined the family and not just that but became the leader of the unit that had all the experienced ones in it, the force that literally consisted of special force members, marines, soldiers.

And that force was ready to fuck shit up, they were borned to do this as Ramirez said himself.

"Where are our gears?" Hector asked him, and Ramirez just pointed to a table, and Hector's eyes just widened. "Isn't that too heavy?" He asked, turning to Ramirez.

"I can't let you or Ferucci die." He said as he smiled.

On the table were two plate carriers and helmets that had combat scars on them. When Hector grabbed the plate carrier he was struggling, because that shit was packed with magazines, grenades and the plates in them with on their own was 3 kg.

"Also this here." Ramirez pointed to the night vision goggles.

Ferucci chuckled. "How much shit did you steal?"

"I mean my gear is part of myself, so I grabbed what's mine." Ramirez smiled. "And don't come just after all of these guys." He gestured around. "Stole something, so yeah we're ready."

"Yeah I saw that." Hector said and got a little sad. He spent so much money on guns, and they just brought their own, but at least he had more to give out to others.

With that he and Ferucci changed from the suit to more comfortable cargo pants and geared up, looking like some kind of private military because well they were one.

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"Let's go through the plan of how we do it." Ramirez said and whistled and everybody got around them.

That was the first time Hector really felt the power of the family, the power that they can operate with, all of these men that don't fear their life, all of these men who saw hell and still stood proud.

It was a feeling that he could name, a feeling that he wanted to feel every day.

"First, Ferucci came up with a good idea." Hector said, looking around. "We are going to send out a guy with a drone to map out exactly how Marco's house looks like, and how many guards are there."

"Good idea, just like the old days." Ramirez said as he looked around, and everybody nodded with a smile.

"What is the exact number of us?" Hector asked.

"Exactly 200." Ramirez said.

"Two hundred…" Hector whispered. "Then for the restaurant I think two SUVs and four people is enough." He looked up. "Just roll up and shoot out from the window until everybody's dead. For the coffee shops, more force is needed. We need to destroy the whole shit with grenades, well, you guys know better how to do it, so it's on you, but make sure to cause a lot of damage."

"Then Henry, George, William, and Larry, you're going to the restaurant." Ramirez looked at them, as they had machine guns on them. "Just park in front of it and shoot it up until there is no more ammunition." They nodded. "For the coffee shops, I think two people are enough. So how many are there, seven?"

"Yes, seven." Hector confirmed.

"Then I need fourteen people, put up your hands." Immediately, the hands shot up. "Good, then you guys going to fuck up the coffee shops." Ramriez said. "Then we are going to the house to fuck up shit."

"Boss." One of the guys said. "Can I map out the house with a drone?" He looked at Hector.

"Yeah, go now and report to me—"

"If I may, I can suggest something." Ramirez said, looking at Hector, who nodded. "We all have phones and I'm sure you can stream what the drone sees, so if you stream it to us it would be the best information for us." Ramirez explained.

"The group chat is perfect for it, I can send the stream to it and everybody will be able to see it." The man said.

"Perfect, then you can go." Ramirez said, and he left the warehouse.

"Isn't that a little risky?" Ferucci asked. "I mean, streaming it to a group chat?"

"No, we're using an app that one of our guys created. It has encryption or whatever the fuck he talked about. I'll invite you too." Ramirez said, getting out the phone and in a second sent the invitation.

"You guys are more prepared than I ever thought you would be." Hector laughed.

"If we need to kill, do it right." Ramirez smiled. "The only thing that's a little worrying is the police… if we start it, I'm sure that within minutes they're going to come after us." He looked at Hector, who knew that this was the time to say something about it.

But he didn't exactly know how to word it. He had said to James not to worry, he would do it, but now, seeing these guys, somehow he felt a little worried, because all of them were literally running from their past. They all worked for a government, all killed for a government, and in the end, all of them ended up in a mafia family.

"James has the government in a chokehold, so there is no worry about the police or anything else." Ferucci suddenly said, and well, he said it the best way.

"Ohh…" Ramirez laughed. "Just as I expected it."

Ferucci looked at Hector, winked at him, and he just shook his head, but that word caught his attention.

"Expected?" He asked Ramirez.

"Well, just look around, boss." He gestured. "Who in the hell would have a private military, then none other than James Bellini… we are his, and we will always be his."

Yeah they were on a whole other level. The top of the game.

But the top of the game is always lonely… and James started to feel it.