Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 134: Who are We?

"Linda?" Benjamin asked her again as she just stared down on the table.

"Yeah… so please read this." She said as she pushed a document toward James.

He looked down on it and there were so many writings and numbers on the paper that he didn't even bother to read it, so he looked back.

"What is it?" He asked as he looked around.

"Maybe if you read it, you would—"

"You are the one that invented me, and just tossed before me a document, thinking I would read it?" He asked back, staring at Denis. "Just say what y'all want, and I'll think about it." He tapped his finger.

Denis visibly got frustrated by James and he wanted to say something back, but Linda was faster than him.

"The document is our plan that we threw together. It's more like plans that we can choose from or decide what we can go with." She said, looking at James.

"Before any plan, I need to know what the deal is first." He said, tapping his finger faster now. "So tell me what I got?" He asked, looking around once again, then back to Linda. "What's our great president willing to give me?"

Everybody got silent as they looked at each other. Only Benjamin was the one that smirked a bit, then Linda spoke again.

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"You can choose between two things." She said, "First is presidential pardon, and the second is clearance."

Even the others got surprised by it, because only Linda was the one that knew about it.

"Explain it to me." James said.

"The presidential pardon is clear." Benjamin said. "Basically, if you ever get arrested in the country or outside, the president will grant you freedom."

"That's too fucking much!" Edward also got up from his seat. "Pardon for someone like him?" He shouted at James.

"I agree with him." Denis said. "He can help us, but granting him something that we've never used before is just outrageous."

"Outrageous?" Linda chuckled, then looked dead in the eye of Denis. "You know what is outrageous? That we… fuuu." She breathed in and out halfway through the sentence, trying to calm herself down.

"Just shut up, please. It's already decided." She breathed again with her closed eyes, but her hand said the truth as it was knuckled up.

Denis and Edward said nothing to it, just shook their heads.

"So what is a presidential pardon? I mean, I know, but how can it be used outside of the country?" Hector asked, standing behind James.

"Because of the Union." Stephen stated. "Even if we are basically the last and the one of the worst countries in it, we are still a key element of the Union. Our president has a veto, which he can use even at the High Court, which means if one of you gets arrested, this veto can be used to get you free." Stephen explained.

"And what happens with the press?" Hector asked back. "If James or I get arrested in another country, the press would be all over it, and I know for a fact the agents that would arrest us would be bragging about us and the other thing is that not every country is in the Union."

"This is why there is a second option. The clearance." Linda spoke, looking at James and Hector. "Basically what it is also a presidential thing. If you choose this option, it means all the data, all the evidence, everything would be cleared and destroyed. It basically just disappears from all agencies, all law enforcement and not just you… the whole family."

"That's fucking insane!" Edward said again, grabbing his forehead. "Have you guys even thought about it for a second… even one?! What the fuck is even the president thinking, thi—"

"Edward, please, can you just close your mouth." Thomas said from the side. "Everybody knows that's why we are here today, because there are no other options. The president already said clearly… you want a civil war? A coup or a rebellion that would overthrow the government? Or what do you want, Edward?" Thomas asked.

"No, but this is ridiculous!" He shouted again, with a small laugh. "We are fighting for our country and this men killed our agents the people who work for us for the government, why would we—"

"Why are you pretending to be innocent?" Thomas asked as he stared into Edward's eyes, who clearly got confused. "You've been in your position for 13 years. You worked under 3 presidents, and your net worth skyrocketed to 220 million when your base salary is 360 thousand a year." As Thomas said it, Edward's eyes widened and his hand twitched. "Why are you surprised? I am the director of the Intelligence Force… of course I know about the offshore account, the gold bars, the houses… but most importantly, the budget frauds."

"That's not—"

"I know because we all did the same thing!" Thomas raised his voice, still staring into Edward's eyes. "How the hell would I live in a 9 million dollar mansion? How the fuck would Stephen have a supercar collection? How the fuck would Denis own a yacht?!"

Everyone he just mentioned looked down, because it was true. But James and Hector loved it… they were literally smiling.

"Don't even start at the president, because that's just ridiculous. In a true democracy, he would already be sitting in a prison. But no, he is just like us, cheating on his wife with dirty strippers and sniffing the shit he sells." He pointed at James then looked back at Edward.

"So for 13 years, what the actual fuck did you do in your position?" It was a genuine question. "You can't answer it because you did nothing. The border is half done, and the border patrol even let Damien Montoya fucking tow a tank, an actual fucking tank, through it, saying he is a military transporter!" He raised his voice even more now, shouting. "And they let him through!"

Edward's hand just started shaking more as he was staring at Thomas's face.

"But I fucked up too, as everyone else here." He gestured around. "Leaked documents, half of the department is bribed by him!" He pointed at James again. "A fucking guy who's not even thirty built a billion-dollar drug empire without us even fucking making an arrest on him!"

"Not just that, but the others too." Benjamin added. "Silas, Damien, Dante all of them are out there, and when we make an arrest on a drug dealer with 4 grams on him and 400 dollars cash, everybody celebrates like we just busted down the drug lord… oh sorry, Silas died after a fucking lifetime he was on the top, and he died not because we made a raid or tried to arrest him… no, he was killed off by a cartel." He shook his head as leaned back looking at them.

"Augustus Lucian was the only one that we actually made an arrest on, but that too was like he didn't even try to resist. But if he would've done that, how many would have died that day?" Thomas spoke again. "So when we talk about this 'too much, that's too much,' first think about our own actions, because I'm starting to get fed up with all of this bullshit!" He slammed the table with his fist.

Silence, it looked like a scene when a teacher shot down everybody in a classroom, and well in every classroom there is a kid that's still laughing.

That was now Hector who giggled behind James, and well he had a reason for that giggle, and it was his phone that was recording the whole thing in his pocket. Yeah, Hector is a genius in this regard, he put his power button on double tap to turn on the record.

James, hearing it, knew that giggling can only mean that he's up to something, but did not care that much as his attention was on the chaos.

"What if I say." James shattered the silence. "I don't accept either of those things."