I slowly open my eyes. I'm lying in a fast-moving car. The car jumps and falls. Ahmed's head hit the car door and he said: "Oh shit."
He is all covered with blood. Mickey is crying. I'm trying to remember what happened. It seems somebody was trying to kill us... Definitely, Boris wanted to torture me. Then what happened? Yes, I remember. Then suddenly the factory door collapsed and a black Hummer entered. A man in an emoji mask got out of the car. He was wearing a Puma T-shirt, Adidas pants, Nike Air Max shoes, a smartwatch, and holding a Heckler & Koch HK417. He started shooting. Boris and some of his men got shot. Panic broke out and a crazy shooting started. Meanwhile, this man dragged Mickey and me to the car. Then he turned to Ahmed. At that moment other armed people entered. Shooting got even more violent. A massive explosion occurred at the factory. Why you choose a fireworks plant? Wouldn't it be better to choose a toy factory or something else?
The fire expanded throughout the factory. A huge fire lit up Ahmed's clothes.
Ahmed started screaming. Emoji masked guy kicked Ahmed and tried to put out the fire. At that moment, he accidentally kicked Ahmed in the face. Ahmed's nose started bleeding. (Poor Ahmed) Then he opened fire with a rifle in one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed Ahmed, who weigh 220 lbs, and threw him into the car. Damn. How strong he is.
That's all I remember.
Agghh !!! My leg hurts terribly.
Fuck!!! My leg is bleeding. How did it happen? Now I remember that fucking bitch shot me with her gun in the leg. Damn sadistic bitch. Why are you shooting me? Instead, shoot the emoji masked guy.
I'm losing my mind. I recall the military school. Captain Tom, Lieutenant Jerry. I can see them showing me how to stop the bleeding, how to cook delicious steak, how to make protein shakes. Fuck!! I'm desperately trying to stop myself from bleeding, but I can't concentrate and eventually is starting to hallucinate. Shit!!!! Just need to remember how to stop the bleeding! Yes! Military school ! 4 years of training. I was a special soldier. However, I failed exams and kicked out of military school. Damn! Come on! Forget all this bullshit! ... Yes, bleeding. How to stop bleeding? Arghhh!!! My leg hurts unbearably. I've lost too much blood. I think I'm going to die...
At that moment, someone started bandaging my wound.
It's him - my savior.
Ahmed stops the bleeding.
He would be a great person if not there wasn't alcohol... Ahmed! If you drink again, I will kick your ass. Finally, he's able to stop the bleeding.
In the meantime, we have been driving for half an hour. The car stopped somewhere. The emoji masked man got out of the car. He opened the car door and helped us out. He lifted Mickey onto his shoulder, because he passed out, and then he pointed to us to follow him.
I couldn't walk, so Ahmed helped me. The four of us entered a large room. They put me in a large bed. The emoji masked guy provides first aid to all of us. I feel so tired... I am losing my conciseness......
I slowly open my eyes and feel very good. I have several needles in my arm that pump blood. I look around the room. On the wall, there is a large painting by Michelangelo, "The Creation of Adam". The room also has modern furniture and a huge aquarium. I turned my head to the right.
Ahmed and Mickey sleep on a small sofa, hugging like lovers. Their strange position and this picture on the wall. Looks like I'm dead and God sent me to hell.
Then the door slowly opened and someone entered the room.
OH MY GOD!!!
Now that it's bright I can see how masculine the guy is, all muscular from head to toes, I'd say the most ideal body structure I've ever seen. 6'2 feet, brown hair, handsome face. He's, wearing a tank top and running shorts. He also got a towel around his neck, all sweaty probably was working out earlier.
Fuck!!
Now I realize I've seen this bastard somewhere... I believe, it was Forbes magazine. Damn! I know him. This is Mikush, the CEO of our company. Damn what's going on here? Why are you here?
( Meanwhile, Ahmed and Mickey woke up. They are also shocked to see Mikush here.)
Mikush: I know guys. You want to know everything. That's how it all started.
15-year-old guy. He has dreams. He wants to change the world. War, famine, racism, sexism are all destroying the world. Who is to blame for these problems? System! Yeah, the system is the main reason for all troubles. So, the system needs to change. Bribed politicians, wicked criminals, and dictators must be eliminated. but what will solve these problems? You need someone to do it. The world needs a hero. And who is that hero? It is me.
(1 hour after listening to nonsense).
Ahmed: shut the fuck up motherfucker!
Mickey: yep.
What happened to them? Damn, weren't you the ones who shit their pants when you saw Mikush in the company? Damn!! I see white powder on the table. Now everything is clear. Ahmed and Mickey have used drugs. I'm curious where they found that damned cocaine...
Mikush: come on guys, don't get angry. Remember, we have bigger problems. Boris Salamanca was the head of the Russian mafia that wanted to kill you yesterday. For a year, he built his own mafia in America. He was the head of the global underworld community. He wanted to take revenge on his children from you. After yesterday's shooting, he fell into a coma and replaced by Anastasia, the girl you saw next to him. Anastasia is the granddaughter of his cousin's nephew.
(.again a cliché. Russian mafia and typical Russian names) I said to myself.
Mikush: Boris owned the secrets and incomprehensible information of powerful politicians and wealthy people all over the world. Now Anastasia wants to use this information and spread her authority in the criminal world. Probably, once upon a time, she wanted to do it. With this information, she will make herself the most powerful person in the world. It needs to be stopped. You have to help me.
Ahmed: We're not doing anything, we'll go to the bar for a drink soon.
Mikush: Are you sure? Let me tell you that the entire American police and mafia are looking for you right now. You only have a way to help me steal Anastasia's FLASH DRIVE.
Ahmed: These are nonsense. We are not afraid of anyone. We do not waste our time on meaningless things. Mafias. Hmph. They are a bunch of idiots.
I said to myself, (Fuck you, Ahmed, why are you speaking for us? I'm going to shit my pants out of fear)
Mikush: If you help me, I will give each of you $ 100 million.
Ahmed said rapidly: Where we need to conquer? My liege.
Mickey took a knee and said: I'm ready to die for u my king.
Fuck these bastards, they will do everything for money. How a person's attitude can change like that with one word. I'm 100% sure these damn idiots gonna use the money on cocaine or booze. Anyway, I will join them also. I will go with them whether I want to or not. Besides that damn Anastasia shot me in the leg. My leg still hurts. It is time for revenge.
Mikush: We have 2 weeks. In two weeks, a meeting of the entire criminal world will take place in Miami. Anastasia will expose the information there and threaten everyone, and strengthen her authority. We need to get this information before that happens. Thus, we can bring down the entire criminal world.
After that, our 2-week training started. For 2 weeks we underwent shooting and hand-to-hand combat training. We have learned a lot in these two weeks.
Actually, it was me.
These two bastards just slacked. I became a very good friend of Mikush. He is a great dreamer. Even though he says crazy things, he is actually hilarious. He always entertains boring situations. He does not care about anything. Everything in this world is like a game for him. He does whatever he wants and never gives up. I think this is the reason for his success. He's so smart. He knows 10 languages, has incredible IT skills, is good at drawing, can play any musical instrument, has a black belt in karate, judo, aikido, etc. He says he can become a professional in any business in 3 weeks. He's like a fucking statue of perfection. But he has a weird habit. He loves and eats simple-looking donuts every day. He is obsessed with these donuts. I don't know why.
Anyway, I trained a lot with Mikush, and he taught me a lot.
And here is the end of two weeks.
The four of us are in the conference room with serious faces. Actually, we seem funny with these expressions on our faces. The room has a large table and there are maps, a projector, donuts, a whiskey, a game console, mangas, empty cola bottles, adult magazines, etc. Why on earth this room is that messy?
We started to review the plan for the last time. The plan is simple. The event will be held at the 7-star "Mikush Hotel". Since the hotel belongs to Mikush, getting in and out is not a problem. The main problem is Anastasia's bodyguards in the hotel room. We must get rid of them first. These are the former Russian soldiers Sasha, Dasha, and Natasha. (Damn cliché names again). We'll get rid of them, find a flash drive, and leave the hotel.
Then Mikush took us to the armory room. Fuck!!! There is plenty of weapons here. You can find any weapon you can imagine. It became clear where Mikush spent his fortune. What is this? Oh shit, samurai sword, metal bat, saw, iron man costume, set of forks and knives, Thor's hammer, etc. Mikush seems to have watched a lot of Hollywood movies. Keeps such weapons at home.
Mikush: guys choose whatever you want.
Mickey chooses Daewoo DH45, A-M20, and the samurai sword, Ahmed opts for the FN F2000, Beretta 87, and Thor's hammer.
(WTF? What are you choosing these useless things for? You idiots).
Mikush presented us with our clothes. Ahmed will play the role of an Arab oil tycoon. Mickey will pretend to be a member of the Irish Mafia. Damn. They are looking so cool with those costumes. What about me Mikush? Fuck!! Why am I a hotel attendant?
We all left the villa and headed to the airport. An hour later we are in front of the airport. We gonna fly to Miami on a "Mikush airline"s plane. We went inside. The airport is almost empty. There are only a few people inside. We don't have time to waste, so we hurried. All of sudden, an old woman fell to the ground before us. Mickey helped her up, like any English gentleman. I heard a sudden gunshot sound.
Oh shitt!! Mickey is shot in the chest.
The damned old woman is holding the Astra-A60.