Gangsters In Time: Good Gangster, Crazy Good Gangster (A Leo and Capone Book, #2)
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Capone accelerated and planned to jump over the people as it happens on rock concerts. But apparently, the Italian has forgotten that he was still with the electric guitar, so he stumbled into a small speaker to the edge of the dance floor. Galfonino flew to the audience and made a spear from WWA association to one of the securities of the Russian drug lord, and his guitar fell on the head of the neighboring guard. Both of them were a knockout. Fortunately, the others did not see anything from the crowd. There was a slight silence. Galfonino rose up, brushed himself, looked at the crowd, raised his right hand and huskily yelled aloud, “I-eeee-aaa.”
Everybody went wild and clapped again. The Italian got back on the scene, he and Leo bowed and disappeared in the backstage. The guards on the entrance were gone, and both gangsters slipped out. As they ran to the car, Leo shouted with a smile, “What in the hell was that?”
“Pff, I forgot that I was with the guitar and on the way, I didn’t see the speaker. At least I took two bodyguards, rather than one.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Leo laughed as hard as he could, “at least two is very good. For a moment, I thought that because of the adrenaline you started beating "The Fuse" bodyguards.”
Both went into the car with a stormy laughter and drove away.
The next day, Mac and Arnie appeared in the safe house. Galfo opened the door.
“Oh, Jimmy,” they both greeted him. “How is it going?”
“Very funny!”
“Have you ever thought about a career in wrestling? I hadn’t seen a better spear than yours...”
“Is that all you could think of? Should I laugh now or wait...”
Arnold poured himself a glass of whiskey for breakfast and started the conversation without weaseling, “Rock and Roll stars, as René said in "'Allo 'Allo", listen very carefully, I shall say this only once. Sergey is breathing down our necks. If you don’t surrender by tomorrow, who knows in which pig farm we will end up. So, I suggest we meet, give him what he wants, and we get the fuck out of here!”
Leo raised his hand in a sign that he understood, “Woman, are you hatching those eggs or what? Bring me the fucking breakfast!” yelled The Sock towards the kitchen.
And from there, in return, were heard several broken plates, “Oops, honey, if I told you what happened, you would not believe me...”
Everybody laughed, only The Sock tried to look serious.
“Tomorrow night at 9:00 in the abandoned factory. Now I’m leaving you, I must go to McDonald’s before I die of starvation.”
Chapter XI
The next day, at nine o'clock, seven black SUVs with tinted windows and a limousine, parked in front of the factory. About thirty people came down and secured the perimeter. Finally, the limo driver got out and opened the door. The Fuse, with all his grace, came out with a large cigar and gun in hand.
A hundred meters away could be seen four shadows with ironically distinguishable AK-47s, raised up to their heads. A few meters in front of them stood an upright suitcase.
Sergei approached and also stopped a few meters from the briefcase. There was mild laughter from his side.
“So, after all, your reputation is not as exaggerated as it seems. But I think you are in the wrong business. In showbiz, you can achieve greater success.”
Leo and Galfonino looked at each other, and a faint smile appeared on their faces. Arnie nodded, “Did you bring the money?”
One of the Russian security also came with a suitcase in hand.
“As we agreed, everything is here. And the formula?”
“It’s in there!” pointed Cassis.
“Ah, the great Sock. Gangster and an evil genius,” someone laughed in the dark.
Leo, however, did not like it, “And with what am I wasting my time? With some zany and electrician! Don’t you have any orders to change the light bulb for someone?”
After the last word was heard loading of guns, shotguns, and Uzis. The Fuse waved, “You’re right. I have offended you, and you have offended me. Now we’re even. But be careful in the future, because my patience has its limits too.”
The drug boss looked at his guards, “Johnny, make the exchange!”
“Yes, Boss.”
The guard approached the briefcase with the formula and lifted it up. After that, he threw his towards the four gangsters and started to run.
“There is something rotten here!” Leo had not finished the sentence when he realized that it was a bomb.
“Bomb-b-b!” he shouted and threw himself on the ground face down.
His friends stood and looked at him in surprise, semi-smiling, and from the opposite side, the laughter of The Fuse and Company brutally resounded through the entire factory. Even Arnold and Macony laughed a little. But Galfonino knew his friend better and knew that this would not go unpunished, so he stayed alerted. Leo slowly stood up and brushed calmly. He reached into his left pocket and took a cigarette. From the right, he pulled a gold Zippo and lit it. The gangster took off his jacket demonstratively. Two silver pistols tucked into the holsters caught by straps shone out. Everybody subsided at the sight of this composure.
And just before the action was about the happen, when his phone suddenly rang. It was heard a loud melody, "Queen - I want it all". For a moment he let it ring, thinking that it would stop. It had been twenty seconds, and finally, he had had enough. He raised a finger as a sign for everybody to wait and took his phone, “ALO!” nervously said The Sock without looking at who was calling him.
On the other side, was heard a female voice.
“Woman, not now. I’m in the middle of a deal.”
The female voice continued…
“Pff fine, buy the entire shop with clothes if you want,” and then he hung up.
Laughter again lit the area. The Russian security relaxed. It was the moment of truth. Leo cracked his neck, quickly pulled his guns and shot once with each one. The Fuse collapsed with two holes in his head. One guard, as he was laughing, suddenly choked. The Sock grabbed his Kalashnikov, and the four gangsters opened fire. Those poor guys did not even have time to hide. Corpses were falling everywhere like ripe pears, and the shooting seemed to be endless. After a minute or two, their additional clips were finished. Almost everybody was swimming with the fishes. Only here and there some wounded moaned. Leo approached and began to shoot the corpses with furious cries, “I do not hear you laughing now, huh? Let me guess, it’s because you’re dead! Fucking chumps.”
The Sock had just reached the corpse of The Fuse when a rocket fired from an RPG flew over his head and exploded in the factory.
“Looks like we’ve got company,” cried Macony concerned.
“There is no exit from this business, isn’t it? Just when I thought it was over, the fucking Colombians decided to show.”
“How did you figure out that are Colombians?” Arnold asked stupidly.
“There is a Colombian flag on one of the hummers. Leo, stop kicking The Fuse’s corpse and let’s hide inside the building.”
Cassis ran. Behind him parked four Hummers, two Mercedes S600s, and a dozen of dirt bikes. Our guys barricaded themselves in the abandoned building and watched what was going on outside. The vehicles emptied. A Colombian with a heavy machine gun in his hand and a bullet proof vest shouted something. All scattered in groups.
“I think Sergey was working with them too, and they were waiting to kill each other.”
Galfonino shook his head and squinted, “Clever! Now, what? I could name at least three reasons why I should live!” raged Capone.
“We are going to die,” said calmly, Leo. “But not today! I have a plan.”
“Woohoo, I like the idea of you having a plan!”
“Listen...”
* * *
Five Colombians walked cautiously down a corridor. Suddenly, noise was heard from the end of it. An iron bottle rolled toward them, and one thug stopped it with his foot, “What is this inscription?”
“I’m bad at English, but I will t
ry. I think it says Pro...” pause, “pane butane.”
The five looked at each other…
“RUNNN...”
A shot followed, and the bottle exploded. One Colombian was running pretty fast so he could not explode but was burning like a torch, jogging at that. He kept running while passing the second squad of Colombians.
“Wasn’t that Campos?”
“Let him die, I won’t have to give him the fifty bucks from our last bet.”
“What bet?”
“I told him that I would give up cocaine for one month. And he was telling me that I couldn’t, but it would be good because it might be the end for me.”
Laughter was heard in the corridors. The second group consisted of eleven people. After seeing the other corpses, they quickly headed to the bottom, where they entered a large room with several doors, and on the left had a whole glass wall, from which the other wing of the factory could be seen. A more substantial Colombian went to the window, lit a cigarette and began to examine the other side. Suddenly, he noticed something on the roof. He looked closer and saw a man waving at him. The stranger leaned down, and when he straightened, his arms were no longer empty. And on top of that, two more figures appeared. Colombians didn’t even have time to respond. Fifteen seconds of monotonous shooting followed. The second group now consisted only of corpses.
The remaining few alive immediately slipped out of the factory on command and hid behind cars. Only their boss stood coolly in front.
“Well, is it ready?” the boss suddenly asked one of his men.
“Yes, boss.”
Cocaine Don sat in his armored Hummer, closed the door and down slightly his window, “Did you get the briefcase with the formula?”
The guard shook his head…
“Send them to hell!”
The bodyguard shook his head again and climbed into his Hummer. All cars moved out, and powerful explosion lit up the area. The majority of the factory was destroyed.
To be Continued…
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