Me and Jarno climbed to the surface, Morten went inside, and the fat guys went to the truck to inspect the cargo.
"Well, show me," the fattest, and obviously the main fat man, "what you've got. Morten jumped up and opened the doors, "Here, look," and behind them was a pile of wooden crates, mostly used for gas masks or "plastic ice cream scoops" (as I sometimes call things that are not needed in the business). The white blazer waved his hand to the black, and the two (let's designate them #1 and #2) hissed, reached in, and opened the first one they found. It was overloaded with grenade launchers.....
Satisfied with the result
1:40 a.m. July 22.
"Uh-huh okay" the right-handed shopper steadied himself as he looked at the weapon, "Where's it from?"
"Poland, Yugoslavia, even Russia, by the way, Russian guns are more expensive. The seller praised his goods with evident pleasure, "First of all, they are better and, secondly, they are harder to get".
"When will the rest arrive?" "Any minute now."
"My time is worth a lot."
"We arrived ahead of schedule." "Okay, you can examine the board."
Nos. 3 and 4 went to the containers and opened them more than to the limit. Fresh European Union currency was revealed.
"It's all thirty million here."
Morten was on the spot in a bullet, "hugged" the entire pile of the first container he found, grabbed a wad of bills, flipped through them, sniffed, took out the money, checked it for light, sniffed again, and put it back.
There was a knock on the gate a second party with an escort had arrived. The guard repeated his procedure. It turned out to be Gento's crew, Penzal's. They too climbed out of the car, and their ward vehicle was also opened and the contents examined. The bosses were inspecting the merchandise, seeming to take some pleasure in it. The next five minutes passed at this pace, and I realized that something had happened to Cepino, so I turned to Galanzio almost in a whisper, "Hey, Jarno, does Cepino have a cell phone?"
"Yes."
"Number."
"954-7848".
I poked at the receiver and heard a familiar voice say, "Yes." "It's Faust, why aren't you there yet?"
"I don't know, the KAMAZ is going the wrong way." "Where are you?"
"On Ostrovskeho St "
"Wait."
I leaned over to Garibaldi and asked: "Joz, where is Ostrovskeho St.? How far is it from here?"
"On the other side of the Vltava River. "
I whispered into my cell phone, "What the hell are you doing there?! Quickly catch up with the driver and set his mind right, does he know where to go or not?"
"Said he did "
"I don't care if he gurgled, the load has to be here, not across town!" "Okay now we'll do it."
"Fly!!!!"
I slammed the phone down. What kind of people, they can't do anything humanly I
wonder where they got this fool from? We have trade going on in full swing here, and he's driving around behind a truck, saying he was told only to guard it And why do I
always have to work with such people, I should raise my salary.
If I had worked like that in my twenty-five, I wouldn't have lived to be twenty-six.....
I remembered how I was driving around Syracuse here and there, looking for some car, wanted by the police along with others like me, and still did not find, remembered how I guarded the boss, remembered that I am already forty-seven and that my son is now sitting at home with a nightmarish disease
Suddenly I noticed the hands of the No. s reaching under their jackets, saw their faces and the glare in their eyes. Those glares are the first thing that give people away before they want to whack someone. The second thing is what they want to turn it in with.
I grabbed a Kedr (Yevgeny Dragunov's design; being in the "embassy" I had replaced the pistol with a submachine gun), which had the safety off and was set on automatic firing mode, pulled it out and opened fire. The firing began
I took out three of them at once (the right boss and two of his #'s). On our side we shot Morten, Penzall and the trucker (he just didn't have a chance the cab of the truck was in front of the middle fat guy with his Nos. who had been standing there since I saw
them), Garibaldi was wounded in the shoulder, as I found out later, I was not hit (all the time I was there I was covered by the back door of the Skoda), Jarno, despite his sluggishness, survived and, following my example, opened the door nearest to him and started shooting, blasting away even more fiercely than before.
I hid with my head behind the door to at least cool down the ardor of those who were shooting at me, then I came out with a new machine-gun burst this time only two "black" corpses (people had time to scatter), again "got behind the rock" and heard that the glass on the door shattered into pieces (this event surprised me a little, because I was absolutely sure that it was bulletproof).
Suddenly a thought pierced me like an arrow: two more men behind me. I turned around lightning fast, but saw only two corpses in their own pools of blood. I could tell from the amount of red substance that they had been killed seconds ago, that is, almost at the time of the "start" of the firefight.
"Wait. One thing struck me about this case," The guards were killed at the beginning, or possibly before the beginning, that would explain the fact that the #'s reacted in sync"
The bullet hit the foot of my left leg: my body started to roll to the left (away from the car), but I managed to catch the wounded part and put my knee in its place. This brought me to my senses, because, jumping out and shooting from behind the door with a brutal murderous scream, I ran out the last three "competitors" (one fat guy and two #'s). The battle was over
It's not clear to everyone
1:48 a.m. July 22.
I stepped away from the door, looked at her (shot up in a flash) and shouted: "Who among us is still alive?" Gento and Garibaldi answered.
I waddled over to Jarno forehead shot through (obviously shot from a Yugoslavian "monster" "Zastava" (a six-shot revolver, if you can call it that)), Morten three holes in his torso (he didn't even have time to move), KAMAZ driver head, neck, shoulders (hands on the wheel), Penzalla torso, arms, legs, in a word, got the most (hand with a gun pointed towards the garage door).
"So. I stretched out, turning to Gento Who's been slaughtering the gatekeepers?" "Penzalla" he replied.
"Jos, you saw Penzalla shooting at the guards at the gate."
"I didn't see anything, I hid here in the car You know I'm just a chauffeur" "Nothing, nothing" I reassured Garibaldi and continued with Gento, "And why should I believe you? Maybe you couldn't stand it yourself and then blamed it on Penzalla." "See for yourself the position he's in The hand with the gun is pointing toward the gate"
"Who knows, maybe you were the one who put him in that position while I was walking around inspecting dead bodies."
"Yeah, no, he laid down like that right away" "We'll figure it out"
I decided to use the famous check tactic: I turned around, took one step, then did a 180- degree flip with my weapon in my hand (in this case a Russian Kedr). Gento managed to get the gun, but not to point it at me, most likely he wanted to finish me off, after Garibaldi, and tell Cepino that it happened during the firefight (it's not hard to convince Cepino of this, and after all the corpses will be removed and neither our best specialist Francesco Scarabelli, nor our colleague from the Yakuza Ishiro Yamomoto will be able to find out what really happened).
"Drop the gun!" I yelled.
"Come on, I just wanted to clean it" "Drop it!!!!"
He didn't though put the firearm down on the sand.
"Turn around. Hands behind your head," my voice came back to normal. "You've got it all wrong."
He obeyed the order, and I sprang up and slapped the handle on his head, just as there was a knock on the gate: Cepino had arrived at last.
"Jos, open up, ah I'm getting tired of limping."