NOVEL WEB Chapter 159: Ferucci in Motion.
The moment he saw the blood, everything became sharp.
The dizziness went away, and his only focus was his blood. Adrenaline rushed even more, as in the background, more explosions and gunshots rang out and Eric finally had time to return fire at the guards, surprising them and pushing them back as the others got into better positions.
But for Ferucci, he was just sitting on the ground, leaning back against the car, staring down at his hands. He knew exactly what it was. He knew the blood had to come from somewhere, but he didn't want to accept the fact that maybe it was over. Maybe he was shot. Maybe it was just a piece of shrapnel. But one thing was sure… he was bleeding.
"Boss!" One of the men ran toward Ferucci, as Eric and his squad once again opened fire to cover him. He immediately looked down at Ferucci and saw the blood around his leg.
In the middle of the chaos, he acted fast, getting his knife out and cutting through Ferucci's cargo pants. And there it was. He went silent, because it was nothing… just a little piece of shrapnel in the shin of his leg.
"You're good, boss. Just don't panic." He said again, as Ferucci just stared down on the wound.
The guy didn't really give a fuck or wait too much. He grabbed his knife, and with the tip of it, he popped out the shrapnel from Ferucci's leg and sprayed something on the wound and bandaged it up, then tapped his shoulder.
"Boss, are you okay?" He asked, and Ferucci just smiled. Yes, he could clearly see his face through the night vision, Ferucci was smiling.
Who knows why. Maybe it was his way of dealing with the pain. Or maybe because it could've been much worse, if the shrapnel had gone fully into his shin, into the bone. Or maybe if it had gone somewhere else… his neck, his head.
He was lucky.
"Good." Ferucci said simply, and the guy just nodded, grabbed his weapon from the ground, packed his kit, and slowly stood up.
But he wasn't as lucky as Ferucci.
The moment he got up was the moment the machine guns started firing again.
The bullet went straight through his helmet, into his head, and out the other side. His whole body instantly buckled under the weight and dropped to the ground. Ferucci watched it play out, the exact same person who had just helped him was now lying motionless on the ground, blood slowly pooling beneath his body.
He stared at the guy, and just thought about it for a second in the chaos.
Maybe it was because he had never been in one like this. Never been in a shootout of this scale. He wasn't ready for it, unlike the others who were all soldiers once, all of them trained to kill, trained to cope if something happened to the other… or at least them, because Ferucci didn't give a fuck about the others, nor did he give a fuck about the guy who just died.
No… Ferucci was a monster, just like Hector, just like James. He didn't give a fuck about others, nor would he ever. He isn't a team player and never will be a team player. He doesn't care for others. No, he couldn't connect to them emotionally, because why would he, when a life like this always ends in despair and death?
He was angry because of the fact he was wounded, the fact that they fucked up the plan, that they were being pinned down by a lowlife gangster… the lowlife people of Marco who don't even know how to aim correctly, who are just fucking street thugs… they were being fucked up by them, while they had more experience, more power, more equipment to fuck them up.
Yeah, he was furious that they didn't even move forward or advance. No… these so-called special ops and soldiers were getting completely fucked by these fuckers.
"Fuck this bullshit!" He shouted as he got up on his knees peeking out.
He was furious, ready to kill that one fucking guy who was literally camping them behind that tree.
So he leaned out from the car and aimed straight at the tree and saw that fucker laying beside the tree pulling the trigger without even aiming… that motherfucker was the guy who pinned them down, who didn't even fucking aim.
But shit… Ferucci did.
His aim was stable, and thanks to the scope on the gun, which wasn't the best, only a red dot, but it was enough as he put it directly at his fucking face and pulled the trigger. It went through his left eye, out the back, and actually hit another guy who was squatting behind him in the shoulder. But it wasn't enough, and Ferucci moved turned to the left where the other fucker was and aimed, shooting him too.
The bullet went literally into his mouth, through his teeth, and out the back of his head.
Finally, there was silence, at least from the machine guns because as fast as Ferucci got those guys down, Eric and everybody around started opening fire at everything they could see.
The moment was theirs… but more so, it was Ferucci's moment.
He stepped out of cover and started sprinting up to the tree, but did it in a way that wasn't a straight line but more like an curved one to the left, he was trying to get to them from the side.
And it actually worked, because the darkness was on their side too. Ferucci realized it the moment one of Marco's guards popped out, looking directly at him. But thanks to the darkness, Ferucci was completely unnoticeable, he was one with the shadows. Eric knew it too, he was the one who pulled the trigger, hitting the guard in the chest and giving Ferucci the upper hand to sneak even closer.
A chance to earn ground.
Ferucci made a more curved move and walked to the left side, then layed down and started crawling. and Eric, seeing that, knew exactly what to do… get all the attention on them. So now, behind the car, where Ferucci was earlier… he opened fire not to actually hit somebody, just to let them be seen by Marco's guards, to concentrate on them and well… it worked too much.
While Ferucci was sneaking by, staying close to the walls, Marco's guards started throwing more grenades and shooting everything at Eric and the others who stayed back, forcing them to actually retreat out to the gate because they would all die if they didn't do it. Which also meant now Ferucci was the only person who was actually inside, the only person Marco's guards didn't notice by the wall.
But Erci made the momentum work.
He knew exactly what would happen… if they retreated completely, the enemy would push even further, and the momentum would be lost. So before he ran out, he pulled the pin and he threw grenades at them. Those grandes created the perfect distraction, so Ferucci crawled up even farther… far enough that he could now see not just them but the mansion too.
What he saw was the guard half of them were already dead or wounded, but there were still a lot of them… not even speaking about the guards in the back running up to them with flashlights. Ferucci knew the second they reached there, they were going to be fucked, and that night vision would be worth nothing but shit.
"Fucking hell, it's like a black ops mission…" Edward whispered as he saw what was happening, as he was that one guy crawling toward dozens of guys… the guy they didn't know was Ferucci, that crazy motherfucker.
"Does the drone have weapons on it?" Linda asked out of the blue.
"No, it's a surveillance one." Edward turned toward her. "Why?"
"Nothing, forget it." She said as she bit her nail. Because if this didn't work out, they'd be fucked. If Marco lived out of any of it in this state, he would tell the tale… how James Bellini started the war and it would just grow uncontrollably.
"We don't need a missile." Benjamin said as he smiled. "Look at that." He pointed at the screen at Ferucci.
He was now lying on his back, looking at the sky, two grenades in his hand, the pins already removed.
"How nice…" He whispered as the sky was full of stars.
It was a beautiful moment in the chaos… a moment when he just relaxed, even though they were getting closer and closer, even though shots were still being fired he was just relaxing under the starry night, beneath that drone that watched him… the eyes glued to the monitor, waiting to see what he would do next.
With a smile on his face, he decided to fuck everything up... even if it meant dying for it.