6 Ways to Die Page #5

Now his time has come.

Who is this mystical man you speak of?

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

Do you have any idea how long

they been trying to get this guy?

Not likely.

You don't know him like I know him.

I can serve him up on a plate to you.

You'll get that promotion

you've always been after.

That's where you've got me pegged wrong.

I am very happy where I'm at.

So you can have Sundown to yourself.

Okay, cool.

Maybe I'll take that million dollars

that's there, as well.

Nobody knows it's there.

Walk in,

pick it up,

straight out the front door.

No questions asked.

A million dollars?

Tax f***ing free.

Sh*t.

He gets shipments twice a week.

Saturday nights in particular.

The cops are too busy

with everything else to be bothered.

It looks like regular liquor deliveries

to a club, so no one thinks anything of it.

The safe is right behind

the painting in his office.

No one knows it's even there.

Not even his closest men.

His guard is lower than it will be

after I really start on him,

so now's the right time

for you to strike.

In a few weeks, I can assure you

things will be very different for him.

Nobody f***ing move!

All of you, on your knees.

Now!

On your f***ing knees,

or the next one's to your head.

On your f***ing knees!

Not even when I proposed to my wife

did I get on my knees, cocksucker.

Don't you f***ing dare,

or you'll take two to the head.

Well, well, well, boys.

Sorry to crash your party, but...

I heard this was where the coke was.

Am I right?

I'm more of a chocolate milk kinda guy.

Good one.

Very good.

Fortunately for you,

I don't want your coke.

Or your chocolate milk.

But I do like the painting

on the wall, though.

I've always had a thing

for beautiful art.

Cuff them.

My lawyer's gonna tear you to pieces.

What do we have here?

An emergency

million-dollar stash, maybe?

Open...

sesame.

You think you're gonna

walk out with my money?

You must be f***ing crazy.

Does anyone see any money, here?

'Cause I don't see a damn thing.

As a matter of fact, what safe?

Get the f*** out of here.

My friend that just walked out

the door was never here.

Camron and I after our shift

came in and had a drink.

Noticed suspicious activity.

After further investigation,

we fell upon a major drug transaction.

Oh, I can see the headlines, now.

Two Off-Duty Officers

Take Down Drug Kingpin,

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

Some crazy sh*t.

Call that in, Camron.

You f***ing...

moron.

How dumb can you be?

He was with us.

He was working undercover

for years, you f***ing idiot!

You completely blew our entire case,

not to mention you disgraced

the entire force,

by stealing money...

from a drug lord.

Here's what's gonna happen.

You...

are going to jail.

Sundown...

is gonna have his case

thrown out by the DA,

and he's gonna walk this afternoon

after his hearing.

Agent Franco, on the other hand,

is now gonna spend

his entire life in hiding

because you thought it was smart

to steal from Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

I mean, not only was your crime...

witnessed by a federal agent,

but the entire thing

was caught on camera!

You've officially traded places

with Sundown.

Enjoy the next 20 years.

What a sad life.

The ups, the downs,

the friends, the enemies.

The frauds, crooks, the sneaks,

the opportunists.

The traitors, the killers,

the thieves, villains,

the brutes, the con-men,

the merciless, the ruthless.

And what's sadder

is that to succeed in this life,

you have to be the best of all of them.

Bottled into a single man.

And then is me...

Sonny "Sundown" Garcia.

The most notorious narcotics dealer

in the northern hemisphere,

and I have lived a life of crime.

But no more.

How do you get away with a perfect crime?

There's no such thing.

How do you get away with a lifetime

of crime? That's simple.

Make 'em think you haven't.

I knew the feds were minutes away

from getting their man.

So what did I do?

I gave 'em what they wanted.

You don't know him like I know him.

I can serve him up on a plate to you.

You'll get that promotion

you've always been after.

- A million dollars?

- Tax f***ing free.

The corrupt cop was perfect for the job.

There's no way she could resist the bait.

He was with us.

I knew all I did was buy myself

some time, but it was necessary.

Sundown is gonna have his case

thrown out by the DA.

And he's gonna walk this afternoon,

after his hearing.

When it came to the cartels, and the boss

down in Mexico, that was a different story.

Once in that world, you can't

just leave by your own free will.

So what did I do? I had them oust me.

He sent me here to give you a message.

Boss down south,

not very pleased with you.

Wants to know why you haven't

handled that situation.

One week, or he handles it himself.

The choice is yours.

My decision's been made.

Tarnished my reputation and made sure they'd

never wanna do business with me again.

Seora.

- I need you to get some information for me.

- For the right price?

I found the right guy to make it happen.

Thought he was working for me,

then working against me...

Yes, I found her.

These things cost money, Sundown!

Learns he was simply working

for me the entire time.

In order for dismantling an empire,

it must crumble entirely.

Not one brick left standing.

Eliminate my money.

You said millions in the week.

What's the job?

He's worth a fortune,

and I wanna rid him of some of it.

I wanna do a money laundering job. Start

him off small, build him up to the big take.

- Once you get him where you want him...

- Stop everything you're doing...

and I'll make it 10 million dollars.

- And he's all-in.

- Make him think I'm destroyed.

Money means power in this world,

and when it's gone

you'd be surprised

how fast people disappear.

And that's just what I wanted.

He's got something

that should've been mine.

- I want you to get it for me.

- A million dollar necklace?

- Why?

- Because he bought that chain in blood.

It was my right of passage

into this world,

represented everything

I wanted to leave behind.

There was no way I could've brought it

with me on my new journey.

My love, my beautiful love...

I want you to kidnap someone for me.

Sonny Garcia's wife.

The saddest part of my journey,

I truly never meant for that to happen.

But he sure paid for his deeds.

Now, my question to you is,

who's gonna get to you first?

Me, or Sonny Garcia?

The job was simple. Two words...

Kidnap. Her.

That woulda bought me enough time to

execute my plan without her meddling in it.

There's no way I coulda risked her

allowing them to build a case against me

right before my disappearance.

Which brings me to that point.

My disappearance.

How do you get away with a lifetime

of crime? Make them think you haven't.

And in doing so, go all-in.

I want you to kill him with this gun.

It's the gun he killed me with.

As long as it's done with my own gun,

conveniently loaded with blanks,

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