Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Well, I’m determined that this is the plan. We have to fucking end the LTC, so we can deal with Banger’s old crew.”
Preacher nods, and the other brothers all nod their agreement as Dix and then Ace steps inside our inner sanctum.
When everyone is seated, Ace starts the meeting. “All right, brothers. The first order of business is a vote on Wild Man’s plan to deal with LTC. You know how it works, and we’ll start with Dix.”
Dix sits tall in his seat next to Ace and nods before casting his vote. Each of us casts our vote in order.
Ace grins. “It’s unanimous, then. We’re doing this.”
Wild Man flashes a proud smile, sitting a little taller in his seat.
“Excellent because if we’re really on board to do this, we’re good to go tonight.”
“Tonight?” Shades asks.
Wild Man nods. “KrypTonic reached out an hour ago to say everything’s a go. It’s two o’clock now in Colombia. We can strike within the hour. Or wait until tomorrow night.”
Ace says, “Tonight, if he can do it. Let’s go.”
“So how do we know what’s happening? I mean, we aren’t in Columbia, so do we just wait for the news or something?” I know I sound stupid, but we’re paying this guy good money, so I hope we’re not getting scammed.
Wild Man smiles. “I thought you’d never ask. We’re going to watch it in real time. Gia’s setting everything up.”
Ace gives a short nod, a small smile curling up his lips. “Let’s do this.”
Half an hour later, we’re all inside Wild Man’s sleek new badass office, sitting around a wall of monitors. I’ve never even been in this room.
“Damn. What is this place?”
Wild Man laughs. “This is where we’re gonna watch the shit go down. Like a big ass mother fuckin’ Super Bowl arena.”
The screens are all black for so long that we’re all just laughing and joking, shooting the shit while we wait for the action to start.
I lean back in the leather chair, my eyes fixed on a flickering screen in front of me. The glow casts a blue light on the faces of my brothers as we watch the events unfold. A voice crackles through the speakers, connecting us to his world of technological wizardry.
“All right, boys,” KrypTonic says, his voice calm and focused. “We’re about to make history tonight. The LTC’s coca fields won’t know what hit ‘em.”
“Let’s do it!” I say, anticipation coursing through me. We paid KrypTonic over two million dollars to take out the fields and obliterate the source of LTC’s power. Thanks to all the money we brought in from LTC. So, yeah, we’re using their money to take them down.
Damn, I love this club.
“Visual feed coming through,” KrypTonic announces. The screen fills with a live feed from the drone hovering high above the lush greenery of the coca fields. He’s miles away, in the safety of his own home, but his words reach us as if he’s right here with us.
“Holy fuck,” Ace says, watching the screen.
As the drone moves closer, the camera captures the sprawling expanse of the coca plantation. My breath catches in my throat. The significance of this moment weighs heavily on me. We’re striking a blow against the very heart of the LTC, crippling their operations and avenging our dead brothers.
“All right, guys, I’ve got the drone in position. Prepare yourselves for a show you won’t ever forget.” KrypTonic says, his voice steady but laced with determination. “Engaging weapon systems.”
I can almost see the flicker of his fingers as he commands the drone.
The sky erupts in a dazzling display of light and fire as missiles streak toward their targets below. Explosions blossom like deadly flowers, tearing through the coca plants and sending shockwaves through the fields.
I exchange glances with my brothers, and our eyes reflect a mixture of awe and satisfaction. We’re witnessing the downfall of a criminal empire, one fire at a time.
KrypTonic’s voice crackles again, his words barely audible over the chaos unfolding onscreen. “Direct hits on processing labs,” he says. “Storage facilities in ruins. Their empire is crumbling, boys.”
We cheer, unable to contain our excitement. This is a pivotal moment—a turning point in our fight against the LTC.
KrypTonic’s voice becomes clearer, laced with a hint of amusement. “We did it, boys! The LTC’s empire is collapsing before our eyes. They’ll never recover from this.”
We exchange triumphant glances, pride filling our hearts. KrypTonic is our hero, the man has brought us closer to freedom. We owe him more than money can ever repay.
With the job complete, we say goodbye to KrypTonic, expressing our gratitude for his commitment to helping us take down the cartel. And it will never come back to haunt us. Wild Man turns off the screens, and we all sit here in silence for a few minutes.
Arturo Rojas is fucking done.