From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590: The Start Of War

Everything Max had done leading up to this exact, explosive moment was heavily influenced by his way of dealing with business, a ruthless methodology he had learned and perfected in his previous life.

The underlying truth of the world was that, at their core, high-level legitimate businesses and sprawling criminal organizations ran on strikingly similar principles. They both required extreme hierarchy, resource management, and a complete focus on ensuring they kept operating at a high profit margin while crushing the competition. The boardrooms of Wall Street and the back alleys of the underworld were two sides of the exact same coin.

So, there was a massive amount of corporate strategy he could bring over into his current syndicate warfare. There were only slight differences, the main one being that a criminal organization would be completely willing to cross moral lines and break the law to achieve a monopoly. And now, having learned the harsh lessons of his past, that was exactly the same for Max. He was no longer bound by the rules of a society that had failed him.

He was able to think exactly how Ramon would think. He knew what a desperate, cornered man would resort to in the end, which was exactly why he had things prepared in advance.

He had only sent Na into the facility. It was a highly calculated risk. Max was absolutely sure that there were other hidden spies and heavily armed guards stationed throughout the facility that Bobo had no idea about, employees who were secretly on the Gilt Rats’ payroll. If he had brought an entire army of Bloodline members to the front gates, the alarm would have been tripped, and Ramon would have tried to escape ahead of time.

By sending one man who excelled at stealth, the element of surprise was maintained. Now, the situation was perfect.

’In some syndicates, the whole structural situation is exactly like a game of chess. Once you trap and capture the opposing leader, then everything else instantly starts to fall apart,’ Max thought, watching the chaotic scene unfold through the boardroom camera.

’There are distinct advantages to that type of structure. Those groups that rely entirely on the charismatic strength of a single leader tend to be fiercely loyal and tight-knit. They will die for their boss. But they are fragile; they can only last a certain generation. Once the central pillar that brought them together fades or is killed, then everything else crumbles to dust with it.’

Max analyzed Ramon’s organization. ’Other cartels are set up corporately, designed to be taken over smoothly by a board of directors, continuing to run like cogs in a well-oiled watch even if the CEO is assassinated. But for the Gilt Rats, Ramon clearly is a micromanager. He’s smart, and he runs absolutely everything himself. The setups, the targets, the shady deals, it all flows through him. So, if we take out the king right here and now, the rest of them will fall into disarray.’

"Get him, Na!" Max ordered, his voice barking sharply through the screen’s speakers.

Since all of the armed men that Ramon had brought into the boardroom were currently dealt with, groaning on the floor or nursing broken bones, now was the golden chance. If Na captured or eliminated Ramon right now, they could end this grueling syndicate war before it even truly began.

Na lunged forward. He possessed terrifying super strength, and out of all the others in Max’s inner circle, his specific background made him an expert at sneaking into highly secure places and neutralizing high-value targets.

Aron would have technically been the best choice for a brute-force capture; however, Aron, as usual, had stubbornly insisted he stayed right by Max’s side in the headquarters. It was standard VIP protection, just in case something unexpected happened, or the Gilt Rats had decided to send a specialized assassin to eliminate Max while he was distracted by the video feed.

Na moved with terrifying speed, heading straight for Ramon, who was already scrambling up from his leather seat at the end of the table.

Na had his massive hands stretched out, dropping his center of gravity almost like a professional sports linebacker ready to viciously tackle his opponent to the ground.

Seeing this hulking wall of muscle charging directly at him, Ramon reacted with pure, desperate street instinct. He grabbed the heavy, ergonomic office chair in front of him and launched it directly at Na’s face.

Na didn’t even slow down. He was able to easily parry the heavy chair away with a simple, dismissive swipe of his forearm, knowing it would do absolutely no harm to his hardened body. But as the chair clattered harmlessly against the wall, Na realized that causing damage wasn’t Ramon’s intention in the first place.

Because in the split second the chair had blocked his line of sight, Ramon had already sprinted right towardsNa, rather than away from him.

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