Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 109: God, Bless Me.

"Ahh, I really don't want to do this…" Arine said as he strapped on the bulletproof vest inside one of the so called headquarters, which was just a fancy name for a warehouse.

"Same here. It's always boring." Mike replied while buckling his vest. "But hey, we're getting paid for it."

They were just preparing for another routine security job, or so they thought. What was waiting for them would be something they'd never forget.

"Where are the other guys?" Arine asked, noticing they were the only ones getting ready.

"They're coming from the Washer. Dani sent a message, saying he's sending eight guys. So with us and the other security, we'll be sixteen. That's more than enough if shit goes down."

"Still, I'd rather be James' personal bodyguard than deal with this." Arine sighed as he walked toward a door that led into what looked like a treasure room.

Mike stepped in after him, both of them staring at the walls stacked with weapons.

"Should we bring grenades?" Arine asked, grabbing one from the shelf.

"Isn't that a little overkill?" Mike raised an eyebrow but grabbed one as well.

"I mean, if something happens, we just throw it and boom—" He gestured with his hands. "Everything blows up."

Mike chuckled. "It's not like the movies. Grenades send shrapnel flying everywhere. If we throw it too close, we're screwed too." He put his back on the shelf. "And who the hell would believe a security guard for a money transport is carrying grenades?"

"We're special security." Arine grinned, slipping the grenade into his cargo pocket.

"That's not a good place to put it."

"Don't worry, nothing happens unless the pin's out." Arine winked at him before turning to the other wall filled with guns. "Assault rifle or submachine gun?" He asked, tilting his head as he looked over the options.

"Submachine gun. It's smaller, easier to move in the car with it." Mike said, grabbing one. "And look at this." He held up the magazine. "Drum mag, 50 rounds."

Arine's eyes widened like a kid seeing something unbelievable. "Damn… so that's why in movies they never run out of bullets." He laughed, grabbing one too. "Shit, it's heavy though… and where do I put the extra mags? These don't fit my mag holders."

"Just load 30-round mags in your vest, keep the drum mag in the gun. Start shooting with the upper hand, then switch when needed." Mike suggested, packing the extra magazines into his vest.

"I don't know... the AR still has more firepower." Arine mumbled, putting the submachine gun back, but then his eyes landed on something... terrifying.

"Fuck, look at that." He pointed toward the corner.

"No. No way, Arine." Mike said immediately.

"Why not?" He stepped over and picked up a massive machine gun. "Look how big and heavy this thing is." He aimed it at the wall. "If this starts firing, nobody's shooting back... I'm bringing this."

"Arine... that's for warzones or when real shit goes down. And how the hell are you going to carry it?"

"Like this." Arine posed with the gun. "Look at this mag, it probably holds a hundred rounds. I won't even need to reload... I'll give real suppressive fire like a soldier." He grinned.

Mike shook his head, laughing a little. "Put it back. It's expensive, and not for a security job."

"But there are like fifteen of them over there, look." Arine pointed to the corner, and he was right. A whole row of them. "I'll just take one, bring it back, clean it after."

Mike wanted to argue but knew with Arine he couldn't. "It's your choice, I guess." He started packing more magazines into his vest. "Can you check that room? See if there are medkits in there?" He pointed to another door.

Arine glanced back, a little confused. "Why do you need that?"

"What do you mean? If something happens, we need to help out."

"You really think something will happen?" Arine asked, starting to feel a little stressed as he clutched the machine gun.

"Better be prepared. That's why I told Hector to put medkits in every car. Even if there's just a crash, it's good to have them. Doesn't need to be a shootout or anything." Mike explained.

Arine sighed. "Okay, I'll check for you."

He placed the machine gun down and opened the door. But what he found wasn't medical supplies... it was something way beyond a treasure room.

"Oh my fucking god..."

"What—" Mike turned toward him and was left speechless. "No way..."

Rocket launchers. Explosives. Sniper rifles. Even .50 caliber heavy machine guns.

"You see that?" Arine pointed at a rocket launcher sitting casually on a rack.

"Yeah..." He said as he looked around, and it was like a military storage.

"I—"

"No, you don't bring shit from here, Arine." Mike quickly said to him and turned. "Get out before we get into trouble." He said and went back to the table.

Arine was in there for some seconds, eyeing the rocket launcher and rocket, but closed the door, still shocked.

"Why doesn't our Headquarters have things like this?" Arine asked as he was still shocked.

"Because this is the main force, the ones who were soldiers or had experience in the field."

"But if I remember correctly it was Hector who did the shopping spree…"

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"Yeah, it was him, and he loves military things, like weapons and rockets, even tanks… so I guess he bought some for them, because they actually know how to handle it."

"We have a tank somewhere?" Arine's mouth dropped as that was the only part that caught his attention.

Mike looked at him with a smile. "Why the fuck would we have a tank, no I'm just saying he loves military vehicles and weapons." But Mike wasn't sure about it, because Hector is the type of guy who buys more than what they need, like the rocket launcher they just saw, so there was a chance that somewhere were more advanced weapons.

"Still, in what situation would we use rocket launchers?" Arine asked as he grabbed, attached the straps to the machine gun and put it on.

"It's just preps, you know, as I said earlier with the med packs, like cartels using crazy weapons, they are literally fighting the military, with all of those we could fight back too." Mike said.

"I kinda wait for that day, imagine firing a rocket hitting a helicopter..." Arine imagined the scene.

"Don't say dumb things, if that happens we 100 percent die." Mike said as he cocked back the SMG and put on the safety. "Are you ready?"

Arine smiled as he cocked back the machine gun which sounded loud in the room, and posed with it. "I'm more than ready."

They both went back to their car, but the first problem rose as Arine sat into the driver seat.

"I don't have space..." He said as he was squished between the wheel and the machine gun.

"That's exactly why I said to... forget it, I will drive."

They swapped seats, but Mike too was barely able to move because his vest was fully packed, but it was better, while Arine in the passenger seat was now comfortable as he pushed the seat back as far as he could and for trying out aimed at the road and he realized something.

"That's bad." He said.

"Bad what?" Mike asked as he started the car.

"I thought about shooting out the window, you know, but I remembered it's bulletproof..."

Mike laughed at him. "Shit, you really think like you are in a movie." He shook his head as he laughed more and pressed the gas.

"Wait!" Arine shouted at him.

"What?"

"It has a latch on the roof, isn't it?" Arine asked with a smile on his face, and Mike immediately knew what he wanted.

"That's for an emergency."

"Yeah, and if we have an emergency I will duck out, you know." He smiled at him and hopped out of the car and sat in the back in the middle. "Now we can go." He showed a thumbs up, and they rolled out like a special force.

But they weren't the only ones who were preparing.

"This is all we've got." Gabi said as he dropped a duffle bag onto the table.

Oli opened it, pulling out a revolver and a mask. "It's enough for us." He flipped open the cylinder, it was already loaded.

"Enough? A revolver is supposed to be enough for an armored truck?!" Fanni asked, clearly already stressed out.

"Don't worry." Oli said with a grin, pulling the mask over his head. "I told you, the Nerozzi guy's bringing shotguns, bigger guns, even some explosives."

"You do realize the guards usually have bigger guns too, right? They're literally transporting money. And we don't even have bulletproof vests. We're gonna die, Oli."

"You said you were in. I don't give a shit if I get shot. That four million is going to be ours." Oli said, staring her down.

"It's only two million now, genius, because you gave half to those fuckers." She shot back, grabbing a revolver too. "This is the dumbest thing we've ever done... why couldn't we just stick to robbing gas stations and restaurants? Fuck."

"She's got a point, Oli." Gabi added, siding with Fanni. "If they don't give up the money, they'll fight. And then we're screwed, even if the Nerozzi guy brings some bigger guns–"

"Why the fuck can't you two be optimistic for once?!" Oli slammed the revolver on the table. "It's a fucking truck with barely any security. Just the driver and maybe a fat-ass guard who probably can't even run a hundred meters without dying!" He shouted. "We scare them. If we have to, we'll use the explosive and grab the cash and dip. That's it. They're not moving ten million dollars to have heavy protection."

Gabi and Fanni fell silent as Oli calmed himself down.

"We go in, get the money, and get out. Just once, let's try to do something big. We've got help from Nerozzi, that's all we need. And if shit goes south, I'll be the one to get you both out. Okay?"

"I mean... we've been together since we were kids. Might as well do this together too." Gabi said quietly.

"Yeah... let's do it." Fanni agreed, finally calmer.

They were ready.

Meanwhile, back with Arine and Mike, the mood was... well, different, at least for Arine.

"Please God, just send me one person to fucking shoot. Just one, God. Bless me with one soul who dares to point a gun at me today, please ohh dear God bless me—"

"Shut the fuck up, Arine…" Mike laughed so hard he nearly swerved off the road and this was happening on the whole drive toward the bank.

Arine was praying while Mike was laughing his ass off.

And as if by a miracle from God himself, Arine's prayers were answered.