"Arine, I'm going to the front!" Mike shouted at him.
"Go!" He shouted back as he was still banging on the hatch with his machine gun stock.
Mike stayed low as he went up the truck, while some bullets went past him or impacted into the asphalth.
"Get the fuck out and help!" He started banging on the door, but the guard inside just shook his head and ducked back down.
It was also their protocol, they couldn't open the door, for no one, only when they could see there was no more threat or it was the police. Of course, they already sent out the alert to the bank, that shit happened and the police were on their way.
"You fuckers!" He said as he went toward the SUV where the guards were pinned down by the gunfire.
As he looked around there were two of them who were shot and one was dead. Mike only glanced at him then shook his head and went toward the two guys who were both shot on the exact same place, their right shoulder. It wasn't bad as the bulletproof vest covered their shoulder but for one of them the bullet went halfway through, while for the other the bullet ricocheted and went up through his ear.
"I'm going to pull it out!" Mike said and he was able to do it with his finger, as he pulled it out there was barely any blood, but still he bandaged it and went to the other, whose half face was covered with blood.
"Oh Mike, good to see you man…" He said with a half smile.
"Fucking hell Luke,you got fucked up." Mike said as Luke's ear was just hanging by a flesh. "I'm going to bandage you."
Mike once again got out that pouch with that white powder and hinted at his ear. "It's going to stop the bleeding." Mike said and bandaged half of his head to keep his ear in place. "You good." He tapped his shoulder and went toward the far side of the SUV where a guard was reloading.
"How many?" He asked.
"Maybe ten or fifteen, with smg and a pistol." He said then leaned out shooting twice. "One minus." He smiled at Mike who was reloading.
Once he was done, he tried to look through the SUV window but the glass was shattered so he went to the other side and peaked out seeing a big trash container on the left side beside the building.
"Give me cover fire, I'll run there." He pointed, "One of you will come with me." He said while the bullets still impacted around them.
"Benji, you go, I only have two mags left." One of the guards shouted and Benji stepped up to Mike.
"In three," he positioned himself to make the run. "One, two, three, now!" He shouted and the guys started blasting the shit out of the Nerozzi, while Mike and Benji made the run toward the trash container.
While running one of the Nerozzi member saw them and fired a shot which hit Benji on the side, so he jumped forward crashing into the wall.
"Benji?!" Mike shouted as he pulled him up.
He said nothing back just showed a thumb up as he spit out one of his teeth, and pointed to the vest. On his side the bullet hit his magazine holder, which caught the bullet. While he removed that magazine the container was popping as the bullets impacted it.
Mike looked back to the SUV and signaled them to open fire once again.
They leaned out and started shooting them up again, while Mike too leaned out and his aim was perfect. One of the Nerozzi member was slightly out, he could see his head, the red dot aligned on him and he pulled the trigger.
"Fuck!" He said leaning back as they saw him too. "Work you shit!" He said as he slammed the charging handle back and forth, but it didn't work so he threw it away switching places with Benji who on the other hand, leaned out and his first shot hit the same guy Mike was aiming at.
As he leaned back to take cover from the bullets, something blinded him from the side, as he looked at Mike it was his pistol, the custom made.
Its shiny silver body reflected the sun in Benji's eyes.
"Let's switch." Mike said as he looked down once more on the gun, like it wasn't just any gun it was carrying the family name.
He leaned out and this pistol didn't jam.
The kickback of it was like something so smooth but raw at the same time, it was perfect, its trigger was light. His first shot went into one guy's chest, then he turned toward another one that aimed at him, and shot into his head.
Then he emptied his magazine into the car and leaned back, switching places once again with Benji.
Mike with that pistol was like a sharpshooter, a hitman, even he got surprised as he changed the magazine. He was as precise with the gun as with the surgeon equipment, there was no doubt about it.
At first, he didn't even know how to handle one, how to reload, or how to put on the safety. He was a complete beginner who never held a gun in his life. So he was taught by an old man, who was in the bodyguard unit of James. He was just like the other bodyguards, trained soldiers with experience.
He taught him how to handle ARs, submachine guns, how to shoot with precision, how to kill without even thinking about it, how to execute people if needed. He literally trained Mike to be a killer.
That was the point where Mike realized what he joined was not just a gangster life, it was much more than that.
"I'm out!" Benji said, so they rotated again.
But man, Mike reloaded so carefully even though they were in a shootout. The magazine was silver too and it was custom made, he couldn't afford to drop it on the ground.
When he was done, he peeked out and he knew immediately that something was up. They weren't shooting.
He leaned out more and shot one bullet into the car, but nothing. He shot once more and one guy started running away to the side while tossing the gun to the ground, but Mike quickly aimed and shot him in the back twice.
Then he realized they were out of bullets.