Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 157: The War Has Started.

The brute force of it, as Ferucci pulled the trigger, almost flew the whole thing out of his hand. His shoulder and whole upper body went back, hitting the side of the hatch.

It was like a cinema, as bullets went past, as the sound of guns being fired, and then suddenly a big flash of fire… the rocket launcher being fired.

That moment, the night seemed to slow down.

The rocket left the launcher, and because of the driver's maneuver, the rocket went straight at the house, directly flying toward Marco and Emmanuel who stood by the window.

They couldn't react at all… it was so fast that it was impossible to do anything other than just feel the power of something that destroyed everything in its way.

And maybe this was their luck.

The window wasn't enough to activate the rocket mechanism to explode, so it went straight through it and flew behind them, hitting the walls inside the house. Yeah, it missed both of them and exploded behind them in the wall with so much force that Emmanuel, who stood closer to the window, was not just pushed out but literally flew out the window.

He fell from the second floor straight down onto the concrete driveway, which wouldn't be that bad, but he couldn't control the falling. There wasn't a chance for it, since everything happened so fast. He fell sideways, and as he hit the concrete, his left leg buckled under his body weight. Even in the sound of gunfire and chaos, he could hear it and everybody close by heard that wrenching sound, like somebody stepped on a branch.

His leg broke under his own body weight, as well as his left hand as it impacted the concrete.

The only luck he had was his head, which hit a little bush that was there for decoration, but the branches of it still poked into his eyes and face, slicing it up.

Marco, on the other hand, was half luckier than Emmanuel. He was pushed to the wall and was hit by debris from the explosion that knocked him the fuck out.

The only people that died were the guards inside.

They were too close to the explosion, and their death was quick… but still brutal and terrifying, since the fire from the explosion engulfed them. An instant death for them, which was better than Emmanuel's, who was not knocked out but didn't understand what the fuck was happening around him.

His legs didn't move, his hand didn't move, the whole world was spinning around him. He couldn't breathe... his ribcage felt like something wanted to escape from it.

Meawhile Ferucci, outside now with a fucked-up wrist and some bruises from the rocket launcher, was already out, moving and shooting with the other guys who used the moment to attack.

Everybody was shocked, at least the guards of Marco because the explosion, the sound of the rocket launcher, the screams. They froze for a second, and that exact second was enough for James's men to get out of the car around the defensive perimeter and start killing off and pushing the guards back to the house from the gates.

Whoever, Ferucci felt it too.

"Fuck!" He shouted as he reloaded his gun. His wrist was hurting so much that he didn't even felt it... it worked, but it was numb as fuck as the launcher twisted his wrist.

"Ferucci, you good?" Eric the squad leader asked.

Ferucci only showed a thumbs-up as bullets impacted the SUV he took cover behind. The adrenaline immediately rushed him as dozens of bullets hit the car and he finally started to feel it… the first time that maybe this day was the last day, but it made him even more pumped up.

He leaned out from the car, aimed with his AR, and saw a guy at the gate peeking out. He aimed at him and pulled the trigger once, hitting him in the shoulder. As he fell out from cover, Ferucci fired twice, hitting the guard in the head and in the chest, but that was only one of them. Dozens more were rushing toward the gate like wild animals.

There was no coordination between them, they just stood in the open firing like a street gang would do, hitting everything in the way. Some of them didn't even aim, just shot blindly, which was the perfect time for the guys with the machine guns to mow them down.

One of them got on the ground, proning in front of the car's tire and aimed.

A different sound that just sent more fear into Marco's guards… the machine gun sound was terrifying, and the thing is, there wasn't one but four… yeah, four of James's men started shooting at the same time at the gate.

Hundreds of bullets impacted into the concrete wall, the gate itself, and tore through everybody that stood in the way.

A pure massacre.

"Now!" Eric shouted into the radio as he got up and ran to the wall of the gate while the machine gunners gave the suppressive fire.

Ferucci did the same with the others, and they ran up to the walls, standing in a line, waiting for the suppressive fire to stop. After minutes, it finally stopped, and they were ready to move like in the old days.

Eric threw up his fist, then signaled to move, and all of them, even Ferucci, moved like somebody who was in the special forces.

As Eric neared the gate from the side walls, he stopped, looking back at the guy who gave the suppressive fire, but they couldn't confirm if there was anybody there.

So he pulled out a grenade from the vest.

"Grenade, grenade, grenade!" He shouted, then pulled the pin and threw it in and leaned back to the wall.

A big explosion and some screams, followed by dozens of bullets being fired at the wall.

Marco guy exactly knew where to aim, where Ferucci and the others. They were trapped, they couldn't move anymore into the driveway as the guards were pinning them down.

"What the fuck…" Edward whispered as he saw the drone footage, a fucking rocket launcher.

Linda and Benjamin were the same, hey were shocked at what the fuck they saw… that a rocket launcher was fired. But ohh boy, that was only one.

"They're fucked, aren't they?" Linda asked as he saw that Ferucci and the others were at the outer walls, while behind at the driveway Marco's men, literally dozens of them were waiting for them to step through the gates.

"Where's the other convoy?" Benjamin asked because there was literally no sign of Hector and the other convoy.

"Just watch." Edward said because even though he didn't want to admit it, he got pumped up, the adrenaline rushing in him even though he just watched it through a camera.

It felt like a special op mission that they coordinated… well shit, it not just looked like one, it was one, and Eric made sure of it.

He peeked out, and once again, dozens of bullets were being fired, hitting the walls and the gate, making sure they wouldn't move a meter inside.

"Grenades!" He shouted and stepped back once again. "We're going to throw it over the walls as far as we can!" He shouted, moving a little from the wall. "We're going to move in as it explodes!" He shouted again into the radios, and they were ready… but Ferucci, in the meantime, noticed something that might be the critical move.

"Eric!" He shouted to him, tapping his shoulder and just pointed to the side. "Look!"

On the side was a light pole… but more importantly, under it was a big thing, a transformer.

Eric immediately knew what Feruccii was implying by it, but the thing is, not everybody had night vision goggles on them. Still, it was the best option, as the whole house was lit up and every movement they made was visible. But not just that… if Hector tried to sneak in from the back, he would be noticed immediately..

"Do it." Eric said to Ferucci, and in a second, he pulled out the grenade pin and threw it at the transformer.

"What is he doing?" Linda asked as she watched the screen and seconds later, she literally understood it.

The grenade exploded, and the transformer began spitting out arc flashes in every direction… then silence. All the lights on the street and in the house went out.

Darkness swallowed everything, the very darkness that gave them the chance to finally make their push inside.

They waited a bit, to see what they're going to do next inside, but nothing. They could hear whispers and shouting, but other than that, nothing, so they did what was the best option.

"Put on the night vision, we don't have it to cover us." Eric said and clicked it on, as well Ferucci too with the other guys who had it.

For Ferucci it was the first time using one, and as he put it on, the bright green first hurt his eye but then it adjusted and he could clearly see what was in front of him. Most importantly, he could see Eric signaling with his hands.

He went toward him and again, in a line, they were ready.

"Those who stay back to cover, throw grenades in. We wait until it explodes and rush in." Eric started. "From the drone, there is a concrete block on the left which can cover us. On the other side are two cars. The first squad follows me to the concrete slab, while the others go with Ferucci toward the car. Ready?"

"Ready." Ferucci said while the others nodded.

"Throw it!" Eric shouted, and the ones without night vision threw grenades inside the driveway as far as they could.

It was like raining grenades, not 1 or 2 but 16 grenades were thrown in. It was like a cluster bomb being dropped at the house as the grenades exploded inside, making the whole neighborhood echo with the loud explosions.

It sent shrapnel everywhere, and some of the grenades even landed at the feet of the guards who didn't even notice them first, and it was over in that moment. Legs were torn down, shrapnel was sent into some of their bodies, even in their heads, legs, everywhere. Those 16 grenades were more than enough to scare the shit out of the guards and make them question their existence, moreover give the time for Ferucci and Eric.

"Move!" Eric shouted, and he stepped out from the wall, going straight into the driveway.