Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss-Chapter 125: Operation Countdown.

Presidential Building

Linda was quickly transported for the meeting, and now stood before the heavy wooden doors, and everything just seemed chaotic.

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The meeting was held in the presidential office, but as she went into the building everyone was just running around, shouting at each other like the country was attacked or something. But that wasn’t even the strangest part... because even though everyone knew who she was, his SUV which he came with was checked by security, and even her purse and whole body was patted down before she could go toward the presidential area.

And now as she stood before the door, the two secret service agents just looked at her, as she just seemed to freeze down.

"Miss, they are only waiting for you." One of the guys leaned toward her, and before she could react he opened the door.

As she looked inside all the stress and worries disappeared as she saw in the meeting room, was only the "right people."

The people and government officials who knew about James Bellini.

At the table head sat the president himself while around from the left sat the Minister of Defense Edward Haberg, the National Security Advisor, Denis Morgan, and that was it, there was Benjamin and Stephen and Thomas too as he came back from his vacation.

"You look like a ghost." Thomas immediately said to Linda as she stepped in, her face drawn down.

She said nothing back, just sat down first then looked up at the president.

"What is this?" She asked looking around once again "Where are the others?"

"It’s a…" The president leaned forward. "Secret meeting."

"Secret? The whole building is in panic, which I suppose is because of this meeting…" Linda said with a faint smile.

"The reason that they are in panic, Linda, is because Carter died." Denis said as he looked with a serious face at Linda.

She shook her head in disbelief and started laughing. "Carter died? What, don’t joke with me—"

"He died, Linda." The president said. "His convoy was shot up as he was heading toward the congress."

Linda’s face now turned to a rock, she was just staring at him, and at the same time got angry and also relieved but confused. She spent countless hours planning to kill that fucker… literally didn’t sleep or didn’t even go home, and now he is fucking dead… what the fuck.

She put her hands together, breathing heavy. "Who did it and why didn’t I know about it?" She asked, looking around.

"We made a lockdown about the news, even about the shooting, we changed the number plates on the SUV and said it was an attack on somebody else, we can just put out the news that he died, especially now where everybody is at each other’s throats." Denis said. "And well, it was the Sinatra cartel, the same that killed Silas Ricci."

Linda just stared at him, her mouth agape as she just understood the information he said to her.

"Wait wait wait." She stood up. "A fucking cartel killed the vice president?"

"Yeah, they did, and the reason for it…" Denis looked at the president.

"Carter made a deal with them and, well, didn’t really keep his promise so they killed him, that’s it for now." He said, looking deeply in Linda’s eyes, whose mind just got more fucked up.

"A deal? What the fuck, with the cartel of another country? It’s not just a fucking domestic shit but international! What if—"

"We already planned the fake narratives and information to flow into the public." Denis said once again. "But the main topic of this meeting is… sir, if you would say it."

"I would rather live in a gangster filled country than a cartel filled one." The president said. "They are barbarians who kill children, torture women, and wherever they go, just death came with it." He said, looking at everyone as he spoke. "That being said, we all know about James Bellini and that he was hit too, and I am sure that he is really angry, so we’re going to use his anger and bold moves to eliminate each of the Sinatra who stepped into our country."

The room felt silent as everybody started to think about it.

"If I may say this, why don’t we just use our military? I can organize a special commando for this role or even a—"

"We can’t." The president spoke again. "As a president, it’s bad and I feel pain saying this but we failed at the moment we stepped into our positions. We let everybody do whatever they want. Corruption…" He looked around once again. "Bribery, blackmailing, thousands of confidential documents are in gangsters’ hands or billionaires’ hands. We failed not just as the people who the public trusted but as individuals." He closed his eyes, then opened them. "We have failed and become the exact things we are supposed to fight against. Why is it bad?" He looked around once more. "There are people in high positions who still believe in justice, and those people are a treasure in our system but also the biggest enemy. If we send out troops, they might attack people like Bellini or that crazy gun smuggler, and if that happens we are just descending into a deeper hole of despair. Not to mention the current demonstrations against the government in the streets, if we let the military handle this situation, it also would send a message to our allies that we are failing, the government is failing, and what it would mean to our diplomatic relationships, the funds we get from the Union. It’s the worst to say it out loud, but the gangsters and drug lords who live and operate in our country make up our economy’s big percentage with those trades. We thrive because of drugs. They give work to people who we can’t give, they feed people, they give them home and hope that we as a government couldn’t do. If we do it like Macari and start executing criminals like dogs, we not just make enemies with the people who look at those gangsters as the saviors, but we also will be sanctioned by the Union, and they will freeze the funds toward us, billion, hundreds of billions of funds."

Everybody listened to him because what he told was the truth of the country, truth of the people.

"We need to work with the Bellini family and others who still did and do horrible things, but they’re better than the cartel which is ready to unleash hell on our civilians. They are terrorists."

Silence followed his speech as everyone thought about it, then Benjamin spoke.

"If I may speak, Mister President." He said, and the president nodded. "The Bellini family has information, so much information, that we can work with it. And not just that, they have bribed officers in Dennus where Sinatra originated." He looked around. "They also have more than a thousand people under him who are ready to die, but the most important thing is that James Bellini actually has the intention to work with us, to work together with the government, of course, only if he gets something too." Benjamin looked at Linda. "Most important thing to note, if James Bellini would like to work with us, we can also give them soldiers."

"What?" Edward asked, as he was stunned by what he just said.

"We give them soldiers, of course we need to select them one by one, and only send those, who can stay silent, or we threaten them, we are the government after all, so If we send hundreds or even thousands of soldiers under Bellini with our oversight, we can deal with the Sinatra cartel easily."

"Thousands? Are you out of your mind giving military personnel to a gangster? I understand your intention but it still sounds like an outrageous plan." Edward said, laughing.

"It’s outrageous, but the Sinatra cartel numbers are more outrageous." Stephen said. "They have an estimated 8,000 personnel, and they also have an alliance which is rare in the cartel world but with this alliance, they have around 25,000 people. James Bellini’s numbers are maximum 2,000." Stephen looked around and Edward’s eyes widened in shock. "Let’s say the Sinatras come in with 6,000 of their members, Bellini has allies too but they’re still weaker. And if they die, or run from the country, we will be… sorry to say it like this but fucked. Utterly fucked. Because the only thing we can do after that is military intervention, and we all know our country. If we bring in soldiers, more demonstrations come with it: ’Pay your people rather than feed your mercenaries."

"Yeah but we also have the police, we have great numbers and—" Edward wanted to say.

"In a scenario, they will be bribed or out of fear do nothing. James Bellini already did it." Stephen said. "Look at Dennus, they are crumbling but showing the world everything is fine. We know very well that the cartel, especially the Sinatra, own a whole region there, and not just hypothetical. No, they patrol with their members, and collect taxes, fees."

"Not even mentioning they decapitated six government officials and killed more than 121 officers when they stepped up against them, and what did the government do? Nothing just said it was a terrorist attack." Thomas added.

"My God." Edward said as he ran through his hair. "Then why the hell do we keep up a military?"

"To put a lot of money in our pockets." Benjamin said. "The reality is that we don’t even pay them that good money. Just announce billions worth of gear and vehicles, military upgrades and then where does the money go?" He looked around. "Yeah, to the pockets of the military officials and the government."

More silence fell, as it was true too.

"We all know the truth, so accept it, we’re going to work with the gangster, with Bellini, and everyone we can shake hands with." The president said, standing up, and everybody did too. "Today, Operation let’s say the name.... Countdown started." He looked at them." We are going to make connections with gangsters, as fast as we can within three months. Edward, make sure to gather soldiers who are trustworthy. They can be ex-soldiers too, but make sure they’re ready to die for the cause. Make it quick but be careful who you choose. Linda, Benjamin, Stephen, and Thomas, you know James very well, so you are the ones that will deal with him and the other gangsters. Everybody else, make sure that the operation is under the rug, in the shadows. Nobody could know about it. No document, nothing. Don’t even think about it too much. " He then looked up at the ceiling, then back at everybody.

"May God be with us."