All Eyes on Gunz 4

by Warren Holloway

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  The CTD director was in his car at 8:02 a.m. on his way to work when he smelled something burning. His attention then shifted toward the vents where he saw sparks coming from them followed by flames. Instinctively, he tried to put out the fire himself, but to no avail, so he slammed his foot on the brake to get control of the car. However, the brakes were not working. His heart and mind raced as he tried not to panic in his unwieldy situation. His car was going over sixty-five miles per hour. He was unable to stop while he was locked inside his car that was on fire.

  “No! No! This can’t be happening!” he yelled out in fear of dying by way of a fiery death.

  The airbags suddenly burst out of the steering wheel and passenger side, which knocked him unconscious and caused his car to drive out of control. It swayed toward the guard railing and flipped over the bridge into the water, killing him on impact by snapping his back.

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  At 11:04 p.m. while the Elite Force tracked down Rakman, Ra Ra was moving in on his target in Miami. He entered the lavish resort where his target had been staying for the last few days. He made his way up to the penthouse suite with his silenced 9mms. He moved discreetly through the lavish suite that boasted well-appointed bedrooms, a dining room, a living room area, a fully stocked bar, and a 60-inch-screen TV. Ra Ra could hear the television in the bedroom with females in the room talking. Then it happened.

  “You come into my suite thinking you’re going to take me out, huh?” Tommy Guns said with his gun pointing at the nigga in all black. “Turn around, nigga.”

  Ra Ra turned around and saw the face of Tommy Guns, but he did not recognize him since he had changed his look when Tony was alive.

  “You don’t even know who I am, do you?”

  “I came here to deal with Mike Mitchell. If you’re not him, then I got the wrong room.”

  Tommy lowered his gun and broke into a smile.

  “Ra Ra, you stupid little nigga. It’s me, Tommy Guns.”

  It took a few seconds for him to really look. He then could tell that it was really him.

  “My nigga, Tommy Guns. I thought you were dead!” Ra Ra said, tucking his weapon to embrace his old head. “How the fuck you pull that off?” he asked.

  “It’s a long story. I’ll put you onto it later.”

  “I killed that nigga Tony thinking he put a hit out on you. He had your BM and her mom killed for ratting you out.”

  “This shit is bigger than me!”

  “I already know from my end that shit was going crazy behind the scenes. If only niggas knew,” Ra Ra said, not knowing they were both connected to the same people that did not tell them this. “Yo, Tre know you around?”

  “Yeah, we linked up a few times. I was sitting there when you called, but I didn’t want him to tell you over the phone. These muthafuckas got me sitting on fifteen tons, Ra Ra.”

  Ra Ra shook his head. He now knew where that shit came from, because he sat alongside the major players, including Hector Guzman.

  “I’m glad you’re back in play, Tommy. Now we’re going to take this world by storm!” Ra Ra said.

  “We’re definitely going to get it done with the people behind me and whoever it is you got down with in Mexico.”

  CHAPTER 20

  A FEW HOURS later, Tommy Guns, Tre, Pistol, Ra Ra, Raven, and L-Geez were all chilling at Tre’s crib.

  “Ra Ra, call your sister. She said she hasn’t heard from you in awhile,” Tommy Guns said.

  “You stopped by to see her?”

  “Yeah, she knows I’m around. You should have seen the look on her face.”

  “She loves you. You know that, right?”

  “I made it official with her that she’s mine. I ain’t going nowhere.”

  Ra Ra called Candy, and she was very happy to hear from him, especially knowing he was with Tommy Guns. She felt good that they were together. They were the two men she cared about in her life, next to her son. Ra Ra hung up the phone after letting his sister know he would see her soon.

  “Yo, my sis said she loves you, nigga, and hopes to see you soon. We should go to ATL and hit up 122 or Strokers,” Ra Ra suggested.

  “I’m down with that!” Tre said.

  “We can do that and then go see ya sister together. She’ll be happy to see us rolling up all thugged out.”

  As they prepared to head to Atlanta, the Elite Force had found Rakman hiding in Reno, the Biggest Little City in the world. He was laying low in a motel. It was the same place where he contacted his wife and Hector Guzman, which allowed the agencies to track his call back to the motel. Once the Elite Force confirmed his presence, they called back to their superiors to see if they wanted him dead or alive.

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  By noon, photos of the senator, governor, CIA director, CTD director, and NSA director were plastered all over the television and media outlets. Social media outlets had hashtagged conspiracies about all these men being taken out within a twenty-four-hour period. Rakman saw this on his phone as well as on the news. He knew that his time was almost up, since all of his associates had been taken out back-to-back. This was not good. He knew that whoever it was taking them out was coming for him, so he needed to get out of the country. He decided to head back to Saudi Arabia, where he would at least have a chance to live in hiding.

  But Rakman did not know that his time was coming to an end, much sooner than he had thought, until he saw a shadow pass by his room window. He got up from the bed and raced to the window to peek out. As he looked out, a concussion grenade crashed through the window. It was followed by a loud bang and a flash of brightness that disoriented him enough for them to breach the room with their weapons. Rakman did not care. He was ready to die rather than be taken in. He knew he was cornered, so he brought the grenades into view that he was holding in both hands. He was prepared to use his mouth to pull out the pins.

  In that same instance, the trained Elite Force fired off multiple accurate rounds that pierced his heart and made it erupt inside of him, killing him and dropping him where he stood. They closed in quickly, flipped over his body, and took digital pictures, which they sent back to their superiors before exiting the scene and heading to their next mission.

  Having six men from each branch of the military trained as they were working in sync, this team could take out a small army together and not be seen.

  The Elite Force traveled to Juarez, Mexico, and found Hector Guzman’s compound. They spread out to survey his soldiers around the compound. They wanted to see how alert they were, since all the other government heads had been taken out on the president’s top-secret orders. Hector had seen the same news that everyone else had, so he, too, became fully alert and layered himself with soldiers to protect him at any cost.

  Hector sat watching TV with his M60 machine gun at his side. He was ready to go to war. Being paranoid did not help as he nervously waited for what was to come.

  “Them Americanos can never be trusted! Fucking pendejos!” Hector said while sitting watching TV.

  Hector did not even want to go to sleep, knowing everything that had taken place. He started sniffing his own product, something he would kill others for if he caught them doing, but his nerves and fear of falling to sleep were getting the best of him. However, the cocaine only added to his paranoia.

  Outside of the compound the Elite Force blended into the grassy areas and brush as they watched all movement around the compound. They strategically waited to attack and take out their intended target, Hector Guzman.

  CHAPTER 21

  DARKNESS AND SILENCE fell on the compound at 10:01 p.m. Many of the Mexican soldiers were tired and had dozed off when they should have been wide awake. Some of them were tired from standing all day, so they took turns sleeping. The Elite Force noted this and moved in furtively, killing all of the sleeping soldiers with silenced rounds. They took out multiple sleeping Mexicans as well as those sitting around, until one spotted his buddy failing from a headshot.


  “Attack! The Americanos are here!” the man yelled before they caught slugs in their mouths and faces, killing him where he stood.

  Loud gunfire erupted from the Mexicans’ AK-47s trying to locate where the Elite Force was hiding. They were unaware that the muzzle flash allowed the Elite Force members to take them out one by one as they were hidden by the darkness of the night. Inside the house, Hector Guzman placed both of his .45 automatics in his waistline before taking hold of his M60 machine gun. He was ready for war.

  “Mira! Kill everybody shooting at us!” Hector yelled out to his men.

  He took hold of his phone and called the president of the United States. He knew he was the one that authorized the attack on him. As soon as the president answered the phone, Hector snapped.

  “You greedy piece of shit! We all made you rich, and this is how you repay us!”

  The president calmly responded, knowing he was in control and had the absolute power.

  “I’m sorry, Hector. I have no idea what you’re talking about. Whatever happens to you, you brought on yourself.”

  “You want it all, huh? You greedy cabron! My men are going to take out all of your men, and then I’ll come to America personally to blow your brains out!”

  “You’ll never make it through the night, Hector,” the president calmly responded before hanging up and leaving him with that taunting thought.

  Hector heard his men shooting outside, so he grabbed the M60 and ran out the front door. He sprayed the weapon until his body was thrust backward, forcing him to drop the gun as the burning slugs ate at his flesh. He was so pumped up and high from snorting cocaine that he jumped up and pulled out his .45 automatic. He fired recklessly until he felt more slugs crash into his flesh, forcing him back down for good and taking his life. The Elite Force’s mission was now complete. They returned to America unharmed after securing the job at hand with skill and precision.

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  Tommy Guns and his little homies were still partying the night away at 1:07 a.m. He did not know that he had inherited all the money from the agencies that once belonged to Ramon. Now his only mission was to get rid of the tons of cocaine and relocate for good. For Tommy, this corrupt life had finally paid off.

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  The president addressed the nation at 11:00 a.m. about the matters surrounding Rakman and the men involved with him. He also made the nation aware that all the agents died in the line of duty, so they did not die in vain. America had prevailed in the end from all the corruption. He made a promise to the American people to keep the country safe from terror as well as to clean up the streets from the drugs that plagued them. All he was doing was saving face until the next multimillion-dollar deal came through from which he would benefit.

  CHAPTER 22

  A FEW MONTHS had passed by as the summer months closed in. Tommy Guns and his crew were on his brand-new $10 million seventy-foot yacht in the Bahamas. He also invited a few females for the homies that were single. They were all standing around drinking as the yacht parted the aqua-blue waters.

  “This is the good life right here. From the hood to this big-ass yacht,” Tre said while pouring liquor overboard for the homies that could not be here. “To my niggas, Geez and Little D!” he toasted.

  “Yeah, to my niggas!” Ra Ra added.

  “One more thing, y’all. Let’s toast to my sexy lady, Raven, because I’m going to marry her when we get back to the States,” Tre said before kissing his woman. Her eyes lit up with love.

  “I respect that, little homie,” Tommy said, eyeing the five-carat diamond set in white gold that Tre pulled out to make his ghetto proposal official.

  “Raven, I love you ‘til the wheels fall off, mami, and we going to do this until the end,” he said, sliding the ring onto her finger.

  She embraced him with love and tears in her eyes full of happiness, before pulling away from the kiss.

  “Papi, I love you and, yes, ‘til the wheels fall off. I’m going to give it to you good tonight, papi!” Raven said, making everybody laugh.

  Candy looked at Tommy Guns and wondered where her ring was as she looked down at her finger.

  “Don’t worry about it; our time is coming,” Tommy said to her, kissing her soft lips and making her heart smile.

  “Tre, that’s a nice ring you got her, too,” Candy said. “You did a good job. Raven, when we get back to the States, we going to look for dresses,” Candy said, excited.

  She knew that it would also give her a chance to see what type of dress she would look good in when Tommy finally asked her the big question.

  Raven lit up thinking about being newly engaged. Everyone enjoyed themselves, partying until the couples found their rooms on the mega yacht. Tommy and Candy were in the master suite, where they watched TV after a long round of intimate passion. He was jotting down things in his notebook.

  “What you writing, baby?” she asked.

  “Some thoughts I have on the life I’ve lived and on the one I’m still living.”

  “Put that pen and paper down, because I want more of you.”

  He glanced over at her sexy naked body and her smooth curves that he had his hands on not too long before. He set the paper and pen down and gave her some attention. He kissed and caressed her soft body, making her heart and body smile as his fingers found their way to the place of pleasure that was warm, tight, and wet.

  “Mmmmh, I love this!”

  As the moment of passion heated up, a sound that he thought he was far away from brought an abrupt stop to the passion. Gunfire could be heard outside. He quickly jumped up and grabbed his faithful .44 Magnum and rushed out to the deck to see what was going on. He immediately saw men climbing onto his yacht when he looked over the side. He then introduced their faces to his .44 Magnum, killing them and spewing their brains and blood into the water, allowing them to become shark food.

  Tre, Pistol, and Ra Ra were engaged in a gunfight at the front of the yacht as the men from the agencies tried to make their way onto it. Tommy still had an unresolved debt that they had tracked down after the directors of the agencies were killed. A few hundred million dollars does not just go unnoticed. Tommy Guns came up from behind the men at the front of the yacht and began shooting out with his team. They were busting shots into their heads, one by one. The fight came to a halt when they saw no more operatives.

  Then a loud scream came through the air.

  “Aaaaghh, Tre!”

  It was Raven being held by one of the operatives who had placed a gun to her head.

  “You crazy nigga! You hurt her and I’ll kill you over and over!”

  Tommy saw the face of the man standing there holding Raven. It was the muthafucka from the plane.

  “Mr. Anderson, I told you before on the plane you have a debt of $230 million now. There’s always going to be someone like me who collects no matter who dies off,” he explained.

  However, it was not true. He wanted the money for himself, so he sacrificed the lives of those men to appease his greed.

  “Mr. Anderson, if you settle your debt, we can all go on living our lives.”

  “I got ya muthafucking money, but if you hurt her, you won’t even get a chance to think about spending it!”

  “As you know, for insurance purposes, I can’t just let her go now. She’ll come with me until I’m far enough from your yacht. Then if she wants to swim and become shark bait, that’s on her,” the man said, looking to the side of the yacht to see if his tender was floating alongside.

  “I can’t let you take her anywhere!” Tre snapped, ready to gun down the nigga for having his gun at Raven’s head.

  “Papi, I love you ‘til the wheels fall off!” Raven said, sensing the end was near if he took her off the yacht.

  The man feared Tre’s fast approach, so he decided to shift his weapon and aimed it at Tre. Then it happened. A loud roaring of the gun erupted, startling everyone until they saw the man’s face crack open from being shot in the back of the head.


  Candy came out of her room and used the .32 automatic that Tommy got for her safety. She never thought she would have to use it until now. She stood there shaking since firing a gun was not her thing, but she did not want anyone bringing harm to her new friend, Raven.

  Tommy ran over to her and took the gun out of her hands. He then embraced her and told her everything was going to be okay.

  “You did what needed to be done, baby. Don’t worry about that muthafucka; he deserved to die,” Tommy Guns said before turning to his little homies. “Get these muthafuckas’ bodies off my boat. The sharks are hungry.”

  They immediately tossed all of the bodies off the boat and into the sea, feeding them to the sharks and other sea creatures that had a taste for blood.

  Tre ran up and embraced Raven with love as a thug tear came to his eye when he thought about losing the best thing that ever happened to him. She also cried at how close she had been to being taken away from the man who she loved with her all.

  “You know I’m never going to leave your side, papi. I don’t ever want to be too far away from this dick!” she said, trying to be funny and make light of the situation. “But for real, I love you and appreciate what you mean to me and have done for me, papi,” she said, kissing him as she held onto him with love and passion.

  Tommy was also in the moment with his girl, Candy, before shifting his focus to make sure his staff kept their mouths shut. He paid them well to do so. The entire crew stayed up drinking while at the same time appreciating the life they had.

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  Two months later, Tommy Guns, Candy, his mother, and his three sons were all at his multimillion-dollar mansion along the coast in Mexico. He made sure his crew back in the United States was set up financially for life. He had a couple hundred million dollars that would last a lifetime. Selling drugs for him was out of the question now, unless he had to make a move.