Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 27: No Drone?

A months ago, Arbera docks.

"So you want me... to..."

"To..."

"Shove it up my ass?"

An awkward silence.

"Yeah."

"Hector, I can't do that like, what?"

"Look at me, Rei." Hector grabbed his shoulder firmly. "One trip is 5000 for you. No tax, no other bullshit."

"You want me to shove it up my ass, walk into the Ministry of Justice building, pull it out, and sell it?"

Hector's eyes fluttered for a moment. "Exactly."

"No, I'm not doing that. I'm sorry." Rei threw up his hands.

"Why not? I got some oil. It'll go in smoothly, no problems."

"Hector, that thing is as big as a lighter!"

"You shit bigger, Rei. Don't panic. And like I said, it's not going to leak and drug you up. I mean, of course, it could happen, but don't worry, this one's secure. It even has a little string hanging out so you can just pull it right out." He explained while showing it to Rei.

"Why can't somebody just sell to them directly?"

"They're influential people, always monitored. They can't just walk up to one of the dealers. And you're a security guard there, how much do you earn? 1000 a month? This could change your life."

"10,000, and I'll do it." Rei's eyes were serious.

"Nah, that's too much."

"Too much to shove that in? They could fucking arrest me and put me in prison for years, Hector."

"Look at me, Rei. We've known each other since college. Yeah, it's high risk, but you go in, sell it, come back with the money, and you have 5000. Five trips in a week is 25,000—you're never gonna earn that much any other way."

Rei exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Man... this is insane."

Hector smirked. "Insane is being broke, Rei. Insane is working a job that barely pays rent while the assholes up top swim in cash. This? This is just a shortcut."

Rei paced a little, his hands on his hips. "And if I get caught?"

"You won't."

"But if I do?"

Hector sighed, stepping closer. "Then you keep your mouth shut, do your time, and when you get out, I'll make sure you're set for life. But listen—no one's getting caught. Not if you do it right."

Rei let out a bitter laugh. "Right. Just walk into the Ministry of Justice with a fucking lighter-sized package up my ass, then pull it out like some magic trick. Yeah, totally normal."

"Exactly," Hector said with a grin. "You're catching on."

Rei stared at the little package in Hector's hand. He could already feel the weight of the decision pressing down on him.

"One trip," Rei muttered. "I'll do one trip."

Hector clapped him on the back. "That's my guy. Now go home, sleep, and in the morning, you do it. You come back with the money, then I pay you, okay?"

"Yeah..." Rei muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

He turned to leave, but Hector grabbed his arm. "Hey."

Rei glanced back, his expression tired.

"Don't overthink it." Hector said, his voice low. "Just get it done."

"You're such an evil guy, Hector." One of his men said while Rei walked away. "They are buying it like candy from our dealers...doin it with your old friend...."

"I always hated that fucker. He always fucking outsmarted me in college. He was number one. Always."

"You're evil."

"He deserves it."

The man beside Hector shifted uncomfortably. "And what if he doesn't overdose? You gonna pay him five racks every time?"

Hector let out a low chuckle. "If he doesn't overdose the third time, I'll just kill him."

"You sure about this? I mean, he's just some desperate security guard."

"That's the point, he was top one in college with business major and now his a fucking guard what a loser."

"Still... cold as hell, boss."

Hector exhaled a cloud of smoke, smirking. "But the most importantly why the fuck are you still talking to me? Load the fucking bodies."

He took a slow drag from his cigarette, watching as his men worked. Stuffing drug into the dead soldier's stomach.

Bit by bit, liver, kidney,intestines disappeared into thick black sacks.

Then after they finished putting the drugs in the bodies, they put them into coffins and to the ships.

"Hector?"

A voice came from behind, one that didn't belong there. As Hector turned, he pulled out his gun in an instant.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Boss?" One of his men raised his weapon, aiming at the tall figure.

"Do your work. We don't have time for this. Go." Hector didn't take his eyes off the man.

The stranger casually sat down on a nearby crate. "I have a business proposal."

Hector scoffed. "You think you're in a fucking movie?" He glanced around mockingly. "Or am I getting pranked?"

The man didn't react. "No. I am an ISB agent, and I'm here to—"

"The fuck is ISB? Irritating Sack of Balls?" Hector burst out laughing. His men chuckled, but the stranger remained stone-faced.

"I am an agent of the International Security Bureau." The man continued, unfazed. "You are manufacturing drugs in Arbera, smuggling them to Hangur, and hiding them inside dead soldiers bodies."

Hector's smirk faded slightly.

"And what do you want, Mister Sack of Balls?"

"Fifty percent of the money. In exchange, we ensure smooth transport and keep the police and other agencies away. And this isn't a negotiation—I have this." He lifted his shirt slightly, revealing a microphone, and held up a small device in his hand. "If I press this, a drone will strike this place, killing me, you, your men, and destroying the drugs. So—"

Before he could finish, a gunshot cracked through the air, the bullet grazing past his head.

And Hector quickly stepped in, smashing the barrel of his gun against the agent's eyebrow, splitting the skin.

The agent grunted, staggering back, but before he could recover, Hector drove a hard kick into his stomach, sending him to the ground.

"You think..." Hector kicked him again. "You can fucking order me?"

He spat on the agent, landing another kick for good measure.

"Why are you quiet, talk."

The agent coughed, blood pooling in his mouth. His fingers trembled over the button, his breathing sharp and uneven.

Hector crouched lower, his face inches away. "Go on, press it. Let's see if you got the balls to die with us."

The agent's eyes darted around, his mind racing.

Hector chuckled. "Yeah... that's what I thought." He yanked the man's wrist, twisting it until the agent groaned in pain, forcing the detonator from his grip.

Then he grabbed the him by his collar, and dragged him toward a nearby table. He slammed the agent's hand down and motioned to one of his men.

"Bring me a knife."

A blade was quickly passed to him. Hector pressed the tip against the agent's fingers, grinning. "You've got ten seconds to start talking. Otherwise, I'll start cutting."

The agent clenched his jaw, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Hector tapped the blade lightly against his pinky. "Ten."

Silence.

"Nine."

Still nothing.

"Eight."

The agent's breathing grew more erratic.

Hector sighed. "Fuck it." He pressed down, slicing into the skin.

"You... you have no idea who you're messing with."

Hector raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" He grabbed the agent's hand again. "Let's see if your bosses care enough to save you."

He brought the blade down—

BANG.

A single shot rang out from outside.

Hector froze. His men tensed, weapons raised.

The agent smirked through bloody teeth. "They're already here."

"Oh...no...no I'm so scared help me.. somebody help me!" Hector shouted then started laughing.

"You...psychopath."

He grabbed him again by the collar and dragged him outside where at least ten cars were lined up with their doors open.

Fully armed operatives stood around, their bulletproof vests stamped with ISB in bold letters.

Hector didn't really care about that.

He tilted his head up, scanning the sky. "Where's the drone?" His gaze flicked back to the agent. "You lied to me?" He pressed the knife against the man's throat.

One of the ISB agents raised his rifle. "Drop the weapon! This is—"

"Sack of Balls?" Hector smirked.

He glanced at the line of agents, calm as ever.

They had time to shoot me. But they didn't. The money's worth more to them than this idiot.

A new voice cut through the standoff, a woman's. Smooth, confident.

"We don't want to harm you, Hector, no...the Angel of Death.

What? She said what? Did she called me...

"Just let us talk, we don't need to be—"

Laughter.

Not just a chuckle Hector's real laugh. Deep, raw, almost joyful. His whole body shook with it, his head tilting back. A few tears even welled up in his eyes as he tossed his knife aside, nearly doubling over.

The ISB agents hesitated, exchanging confused glances. Even the agent who had been crawling away froze, looking back at Hector like he'd lost his damn mind.

Weapons lowered.

The woman, still standing firm, narrowed her eyes. "What's so funny?"

"That motherfucker walked in like he was bulletproof—" He laughed again, shaking his head. "Then you all show up like it's some damn movie set. And the best part?"

His laughter died just as fast as it had come. His gaze locked onto hers, his smile disappeared.

"You called me something that only my boss deserves."

Silence settled like a heavy weight in the air.

For the first time, the woman's confidence wavered.

"This is going to be the best damn story to tell my friends."

Hector laughed again, loud and easy, like the whole thing was a joke. But then, he moved.

Quick.

Before the woman could react, he was right in front of her.

His fingers barely brushed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Too close. Too fast. Too dangerous.

"You mean to tell me..." he grinned, "you all came here....walked right into my business and didn't even know who the fuck I am?"

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Silence.

The ISB agents didn't move. Neither did his men. No one even breathed.

Hector tilted his head, mock curiosity in his voice. "Or more importantly... who my boss is?"

The woman tried to keep her face steady, but he saw it—the flicker of doubt, the second-guessing.

They didn't know.

His grin widened. "Y'all are so damn dumb."

He let her go with a sharp tap to her cheek, turning away as he laughed again.

"The money's blinding you, isn't it "All you see is the cash, the power, so you walk in here like you run shit, thinking you can make demands."

Then, just as quickly, the laughter was gone.

His gaze snapped back to her.

"You should've done your fucking homework, but the shipment is already late, and y'all just fucking wasted my time. And you don't even have a drone? Pathetic." He spat. "So get the fuck out of here. And you..." Hector pointed at the agent on the ground, still clutching his bleeding eyebrow. "You dumb fuck, go dig into some top-secret files about James Bellini. Maybe then you'll realize just how bad you screwed up."

The woman hesitated for a fraction of a second, but Hector saw it. That flicker of fear.

Hector caught it immediately. His smirk deepened.

"Ohhh...you've heard the name, haven't you?"

She didn't respond.

But her silence was an answer in itself.

The other agents noticed too. One of them, standing behind her, whispered. "Who the hell is James Bellini?"

She didn't turn. Didn't speak.

Because she had heard the name before.

In hushed whispers. In classified reports that barely had any details. In conversations that ended with people disappearing.

James Bellini wasn't just a name.

He was a myth. A ghost. A nightmare whispered in places where power existed.

And now, she was standing in his shadow.

"You're shaking. Let me guess, you don't remember where you heard it, huh? Or maybe you do, but you're hoping you're wrong. Praying it's some other James Bellini."

She finally spoke. Her voice was low, careful. "That name... shouldn't exist."

Hector let out a cold laugh.

"Oh, sweetheart..." He stepped so closer, he was in his face. "Not only does he exist...you just made him notice you."

A loud ship horn shattered the tense atmosphere.

"Well, thank you all for this incredible performance," he said, turning back to them and laughing. "I'll be back tomorrow, so if you have any other performances, please come."

How could this even happen in real life?

He was still doubting whether it was a movie set, a prank, or something else. But most importantly, one thing...

He wanted a drone...