Antonio Solar: Origins of an Empire

Antonio Solar: Origins Of An Empire

Chapter three

I made a couple of calls to a Texan arms dealer. We were going to need serious firepower to survive. I sent Toro and a soldier to pick up the arms shipment, buy more drugs, etc.

Hours later Toro had returned with the truck covered in bullet holes. Unharmed was box full of assault rifles and automatic pistols. However, the soldier was nowhere to be found.

"I sent a morro with you, where'd the fuck he go?"

"He died. Your Texan gabacho double crossed us!"

"Then explain how YOU survived."

"Luck, man. I shot at the car, trying to kill Reyes' men. When the damn thing blew up like a bomb!"

I gestured him to leave and let me think. I pieced the rest together, but we can't keep losing people... Just when things seemed dark, the silver lining showed up.

Those little bastards managed to recruit more soldiers. Looked like highschool drop outs, which is fine for now.

I instructed them to build tree houses in the dense areas around the property. Key element in guerilla warfare is surprise, and my new sniper nests were going to be useful.

Three days had passed, but my plan still needed more material. I was starting to spend more then I was making. I needed to raid...

"Escuchenme cabrones, que esto es importante! Cualquier wey que tenga los huevos para matar, y no teme la muerte... levanten su puta mano!"

[T: "Listen up, motherfuckers. Whoever's got the balls to kill, and not afraid to die... Raise your fucking hand!"]

A couple of them did, most were still afraid to die. I needed to make sure this robbery would go perfect. I'm just glad that the internet can show you "how to make" videos... Such as bombs.

When I worked for Reyes, I guarded a couple shipments. Killed anyone who tried to raid them, but... Now it is I who will raid!

I got two morros to come with me, while Toro planted bombs. Pedro was the younger brother of the morro that was killed in the set up. He had unfinished business with Reyes and his men.

The other morro was Victor, who would die for me in a moments notice. It was a small storage facility where they stored materials and some armor they bought from the Texan.

"Silencers on."

Pedro walked over to the guard at the gate.

"Sabes como llegar hasta el rancho del Don Catas?"

[T: "You know how to get to Don Cata's ranch?"]

The guard scratched his head, and frowned.

"No, mocoso."

Pedro smiled and pulled out his pistol

"Pues chingando tu madre, puto!"

[T: By fucking your mom, bitch!]

Pew!

Pedro shot him in the face and Victor pulled the body towards the tall grass. I began climbing a tree, lugging up a heavy backpack. When I reached the top, I found a steady place to lay on.

I was being held by two branches, while I took out my old sniper rifle. Pedro walked forth with a rage that scared even me, mostly because it would blow our cover. He walked in and shot the first motherfucker he saw.

Looking through the scope, two armed guards with dogs were on their way. Pedro was caught in a fire fight, taking refuge behind a cement wall.

Bam!

I shot the first dog, and Victor took them out behind. This storage facility needed better security, because if three kids can take over...

"No valen verga, putos!"

[T: "Ya'll ain't shit, bitches!"]

Pedro had used a mini strobe light and blinded them temporarily. Taking advantage he shot two out of five guys, victor shot the others.

Their training, however short, proved useful. Toro had come with the moving truck and parked.
We had ten minutes before more of reyes men would show up. I had already climbed down the tree and was heading to the randevouz point.

"We have ten minutes before reinforcements arrive. Take everything that'll fit into the truck quickly!"

"I thought we set up bombs so we'd have more time, tony."

"Toro... They're get away bombs, now move!"

We used a couple of forklifts we had in the truck, to move the crates. We shot the locks off, and saw the greatest thing since gold. Motherfucking diamonds.

"Forget everything and take those diamonds!"

Booom!!!!

Apparently we had missed one guard, and he picked up a rocket launcher.

"Quietos, hijos de su puta madre!"

[T: "Freeze, you sons of bitches!"]

Bam!

Pedro shot him square in the face.

"Yo no ando con mamadas, puto."

[T: "I don't fuck around, bitch."]

His hate was palpable, and very, very useful. We all hurried and got in the truck, but we saw a couple cars heading our way. Toro broke the windshield, pulled out an assault rifle, and opened fire.

The other cars screeched to a halt, but were about to return fire. So I took my sniper rifle and shot the driver in the shoulder. Missed his head, but that injury still took him out.

"Hurry up and DRIVE!"

As I screamed at the top of my lungs, Pedro cocked his pistol.

"I'll cover you, patron."

A dark smile crossed his face and I knew he was capo material. Only thing stronger than hate is love, which died with his brother. I was merely a tool for revenge, and there was no stopping a man who lost everything.

Man? Yes, he lost every shred of innoecense, just like Toro and I. Victor wasn't far behind. Pedro returned fire, surpressing the enemy. Toro sped away and I held the remote to the bombs.

The thunder of automatic weapons could be heard for miles. People running in fear as bullets flew in every direction. I saw loads of collateral damage, as bodies piled on the streets.

I blew up the cars who chased us on every turn we made, but those bastards were persistant. So I needed to pull a plan out of my ass, and fast....nbsp;