Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 152: Ash.

The cars that turned onto 5th Street were theirs, the squad sent out to kill everyone they found at the restaurant. And they were ready for it, grenades and machine guns on their laps… they came to kill.

They slowly reached the restaurant and then parked right in front of it, positioning the cars for the most efficient line of fire.

"I recognize some faces." Matteo said as he looked into the restaurant, and some gangster, a big guy from the black market, was dining there. "Isn't it going to cause more trouble?"

"They're dining at Marco's restaurant, they'll know who he is, which men they side with him." Noah said from the passenger seat.

"Then should we start it?" Matteo said as he already flipped off the safety on the machine gun.

"No, we need to do it simultaneously with the guys who went to the coffee shops, so wait for the signal." Noah said, though he was already ready, his finger resting on the trigger.

So they sat there for minutes but then, from the car behind them, they said something on the radio that made them hesitate a bit.

"There are childs in there, over."

Matteo and Noah immediately started looking more carefully through the window, and it was true, not just one, but a whole family was in there, with four children eating in the corner, and James's rule came into play, or more like an obstacle for them. They hesitated because of it.

"Fuck." Noah said as he grabbed his radio. "This is Noah, Hector are you there?" He said and waited for the response, but in the meantime three guys started to walk up to them from the restaurant, dressed in all suits, the security.

"Noah, they are coming." Matteo said as he pulled out his pistol and placed his hand on the window roller.

"Fuck… boss, are you there?!" Noah now shouted, but nobody spoke back to him, and the security was nearing the car, and they already hovered their hands near their waist.

There was no option but to act against James's rule. Even if they wanted to talk themselves out of this, the moment he rolled down the window, the moment the security saw that they're obviously in full tactical gear, they're fucked, because these SUVs weren't bulletproof, as much as the others.

They came with those cars because they have light armored cover on it, which means they can roll down the window fully, so they can shoot out the window and don't need to step out.

"Noah…?" Matteo asked, as now they were a few meters from them.

He waited for the last second for Hector to speak back, but that did not happen, and the security guards were now stepping up to the window, knocking on it.

And in a split second everything seemed to slow down as Noah hit the button, and the windows rolled halfway down, he put out the machine gun barrel and pulled the trigger.

Chaos.

Pure chaos erupted as Matteo and the others did the same, and in a second the whole street was echoing with the loud and relentless fire of the machine guns.

The security guards immediately died as dozens of bullets went through their bodies. There was no escape from them, and there wasn't escape for the people in the restaurant.

It was too quick to even react, it was too quick to do anything… to duck down, to try to hide there was no escape from those four machine guns that ripped through everything.

Hell, it was pure hell, as there was no mercy. Some of the people who somehow managed to hide behind a counter or lay low on the ground pretending like they were dead, hell, that was it, as they saw other peoples collapsing on the ground flesh coming off their skulls, their brains splattered all over the white marble floor.

No escape.

A lot of them turned to run to the outside, to the back door, but they couldn't. Not just because of the bullets that in every second were coming at them, but the blood on the marble floor… it was slippery. Yes, they were slipping with their shoes and heels on the blood, hitting their heads hard on the marble. There were some people that died because of that, they had the chance to reach the door, but slipped, and the bullets found them on the ground, ripping into their bodies.

Some of them even tried to fire back with their pistols, but it was no match. Not just because of the machine guns, but because Noah and Matteo and the others were all trained, they all knew what to look out for, and where to look, and how to respond accordingly… but more importantly, they knew how to bait them.

"Stop!" Noah said to the radio, and the machine gun fire, that loud, ear hurting noise, the terror stopped.

Screams, ragged breath, cries filled the whole street mixed with the gunpowder smell, the smell of death.

But it was just a bait, and inside, they fell for it.

Dozens who were either hit or weren't hit at all stood up, hoping that it was over, but no, it wasn't, and they found out quickly, as again, Noah and the others pulled the trigger, and it started over again, without stop, without mercy, killing every last of whoever was in the restaurant.

Then a minute later… the loud clicks, the machine guns ran out of bullets.

But no, no, it still wasn't over.

"I'm going in, Noah!" Matteo shouted as he swung open the door, stepping down onto the pavement that was all covered with bullet shells and walked toward the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Noah was switching his machine gun to an AR and aimed to cover Matteo as the others did.

There was blood everywhere, but he still heard the screams, the ragged breath and cries. His pistol was out as he now stepped in through the shattered windows, but there was nobody left that was trying to fight back.

So he did what he needed to do and pulled out a pin from a grenade and threw it into the middle and dashed out to cover.

A big explosion that echoed through the whole street, the whole city into the night. It sent shrapnels everywhere into the walls, the dead bodies on the ground, and to the ones who were struggling while bleeding out.

But it still wasn't over, as Matteo pulled out one more grenade and threw it in again, behind the counter.

This time the explosion was quieter as the grenade rolled under a body, but it was worse in its own way as limbs and pieces of the body flew through the restaurant, onto the walls and basically everywhere.

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Matteo waited a bit, turning to Noah who was signaling him that no one was moving inside.

So once again he stepped into the restaurant, but now not to kill or throw more grenades, no, he just wanted to make sure of it… the children.

He looked to the corners and there was… only the parents' dead bodies lying on the ground, and then he saw the big open vent cover on the wall and little footsteps in the blood… they survived it.

"Matteo!" Noah's voice came from the outside. "Come, we need to go!"

He went out with only the one thing that counted for him the most… that the children somehow survived.

"Fuck!" Noah shouted, but his voice was laced with happiness and excitement. "We fucked it up!" He said, looking back to Matteo who was smiling, shaking his head. "How many were in there? It was packed fucking hell, we just offed half the city's criminals!" He shouted again in his happiness.

On the other side of the city, in the coffee shops, the situation was more… chaotic, as at least the guys over there didn't give a fuck and moved like how they did back in the military.

Parked the car down close to the shops, they snuck up and threw grenades in and then opened fire, killing everybody inside. Then, the cherry on top was the Molotov cocktails, that burned relentlessly on the dead bodies and slowly the whole coffee shops down.

They started the bloodiest gangster war in history, not just in the city or country, but on the entire continent.

More than 200 deaths were caused by only a dozen highly trained and experienced soldiers.

The Bellini family's true power has finally been shown and it's only the beginning.

"Ash, I repeat, Ash." The signal came through the radio, which was finally working. Noah immediately grabbed it and tuned it to the right frequency.

"Boss, Ash! I repeat, Ash!" Noah shouted into the radio as they sped off.

"Meet at Marco's house!" Hector spoke into the radio, and it started as the convoy with Ferucci in the front, who had already opened the hatch, ready to shoot the rocket launcher sped off toward Marco's house.

More chaos was on the way.