American TV series

Chapter 121: The winner is not blamed

Almost at the same time, a pickup truck with an M60 heavy machine gun mounted on the roof rushed into a building materials warehouse in Camden City, with a long bullet chain hanging in the rear compartment.

"Da da da da da da"

The heavy machine gun poured firepower non-stop towards the office area and dormitory area, and orange-yellow bullet casings sprayed out like a torrential rain from the sides.

The bullets pierced the air, windows, doors, debris, everything in the house, and everything within the shooting range was destroyed. The cement and bricks of the walls were also hit, sending smoke and dust everywhere, and the pits continued to expand.

The driver opened the door and jumped out, aiming the rocket launcher on his shoulder at the office area and firing it directly.

Boom, in the violent explosion, the roof of the office area was completely lifted off.

After one round, he stretched out his hand and pulled out another warhead. There was nothing important here. The order above was to eliminate all the target's vitality.

Naturally, no one was too polite.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two more shots in a row.

Sean didn't feel bad either. Ammunition was, to be honest, very cheap.

The sporadic counterattacks stopped abruptly, and the pickup truck drove into the gap created by the RPG. Moving, the M60 aimed at all visible objects and poured out another wave of firepower.

At the sloping place, two people wearing camouflage uniforms and hoods would rush in and check again to ensure that nothing was missed.

After 2 minutes, he walked away!

Only a waste area is left!

…

Long Branch City, a yacht rental center on the seaside.

A man with an afro wearing a backpack and a jacket walked into the rental center. After looking around, he took the backpack in his hand and unzipped it. He took out a spray gun, pointed it at a glass counter and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

"Crash..."

The sound of gunshots caused screams to erupt from the scene.

"Everyone who has nothing to do with you should get out of here!"

Although I don't know why, it is obvious that no one will ask what happened at this time. As soon as these words came out, the few guests rushed out the door without saying a word.

The gun-wielding Afro pointed his muzzle inside the store and slowly retreated behind a group of customers.

The chaos here immediately alerted the people behind. In the rest area behind, several men rushed over with guns in hand.

This is the place where Dimio's drug gangs receive their goods. There are people stationed there all year round, and they are all very trusted figures in the group.

"Mom, Fuck, what the hell are you doing!" He rushed out and saw the only person with an afro at the door, and someone immediately cursed loudly.

"Put the gun down, shit, right now, right now!"

Afro obediently dropped the gun in his hand, and the men immediately felt relieved when they saw this.

Afro grinned, "Goodbye, guys!"

Before he finished speaking, he immediately held his head and flew towards the side, then rolled and hid at the foot of the wall.

Several people were stunned. Before they could react, an RPG came in, and a "Boom!" explosion sounded.

Two minutes later, a gas fire broke out in the yacht rental center, and a car speeded down the road and disappeared without a trace.

…

East Orange City, the largest waste disposal center in New Jersey.

This is where Sean asked to focus. Four people hijacked a garbage truck and drove in.

The first step was to hit the office area with two RPG rounds, and then four people rushed in with guns in hand in a battle formation.

The reason why the bombing was not continued was Sean's request.

After all, no one would destroy something that belongs to them without any reason.

Even if the future belongs to you.

…

At the same time, within just a few minutes, different places in four cities were attacked by unknown persons.

No one at the scene survived!

After the first wave of attacks, four other cities were attacked again at 2:20 p.m.

The attackers also used RPGs and grenades, and the attack was as short-lived as ever. After the attack, they set fire to the scene, and no one survived.

On this day, the frequency of mass shootings in the United States tripled.

…

At noon, Wells received a report from his subordinates during the filming process, and he immediately determined that the attacker must be Sean.

After finding Sean, Wells lowered his voice and said urgently: "You are crazy. You actually used an RPG. Such a large-scale attack will definitely attract the attention of ATF."

(PS: In 1985, ATF was called the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms. On July 1, 1972, it became an independent Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms under the Department of the Treasury. After 2002, it was transferred to the Department of Justice due to the Homeland Security Act and was renamed the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms.

Firearms and Explosives Bureau.)

(ATF before 2002 did not have much power)

"What does this large-scale attack have to do with me?" Sean spread his hands, looking confused.

"I know you must be taking revenge on Dimio for those things." Wells sneered.

"As you can see, everyone from X Security Company is here. I don't have the ability to clone myself. Let alone ATF, even if the FBI comes, it has nothing to do with me." Sean shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Ha, I won't believe your nonsense." Wells snorted, "You must still have hidden powers."

Sean said nothing and looked at Wells sideways.

"Okay, this has nothing to do with me, but I advise you to restrain yourself. This is not a battlefield, damn it."

For Sean, there is no question of convergence.

Either don't do it, or do it.

This wave successively attacked eight important strongholds of Dimeo, and all five important family members were uprooted.

The Apple family was even more of a priority. No one in the family, old or young, was spared. They were all killed!

In addition to those who died in the internal fight between Tony and Acomo, and who were later killed by Acomo, the entire Dimio Group lost most of its strength in just half a month.

Sean no longer takes Dimio seriously.

With the remaining strength, as long as their minds are still in their right mind, they will not dare to refuse the olive branch offered by Sean.

Of course, if someone clings to some tradition, Sean wouldn't mind sending them out to sea later.

ε=(′ο｀*)))Alas...

Sean sighed, and Wells looked over in confusion. You have killed so many people, why are you sighing?

"I really want to be a good person."

"Ha!" Wells laughed.

"Is there any problem?" Sean glared at this guy, "They came to attack me for no reason. Ten people almost beat me to death on the spot. Do you really think that I, Sean, am a fool?"

"Of course, the winner will not be blamed at all!"

Wells frowned and looked at Sean, always feeling that things were not that simple.

Could it be that Akomo is really confused?

However, it is useless to say anything now, Dimio is basically finished.

And the man in front of me will definitely become the emperor of New Jersey's underground forces in the future.

"It is a general axiom that the victor is not blamed."

This sentence comes from Stalin.

This sentence is a value concept generally recognized in modern Western society.