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"Someone wants to see me? Has he said who he is?" Sean frowned and looked at Bill.

"No." Bill shook his head, "It was a call from Dart just now. He said that someone asked him to send you news, and he only mentioned that it was related to the Salamanga family."

"Sneaky, missing!" Sean snorted.

"Why?" Bill asked, not understanding.

There are only two possibilities for the guy who wants to see him, one is an enemy of Salamanca, and the other is an accomplice of Salamanca.

If they are accomplices, then they either want to reconcile. I will definitely not agree with this. I will do my best to eliminate evil. As a noble person, a pure person, a person who has escaped from vulgar taste, I will never be soft on these drug dealers with my integrity.

, do justice for heaven and eliminate evil!

Or just lure yourself out, set up a battlefield and kill yourself.

Although I also want to lure the people from Seramanga out, I prefer to take the initiative and proactively choose the battlefield and the time for the war, rather than passively accept it.

If he is an enemy of Seramanga, it has nothing to do with him. Sean is a legitimate businessman. He has never done anything illegal and has no interest in having in-depth contact with them.

After hearing Sean's explanation, Bill, who was driving, looked at him strangely. The boss's words sounded more and more like a politician.

He went straight to the factory, but was still stopped on the road for a while. At this critical moment, Sean had to ensure that his lair was not discovered for the time being.

Back at the factory, everyone was waiting here. Sean smiled and asked: "Jonas, how is your recovery?"

"Not bad." Jonas smiled and shrugged, "At least I don't need Bill to hold the gun while I pee."

"Fuxk you!" Bill raised a big middle finger, and everyone burst into laughter.

"This is really good news." Sean smiled and pulled up a chair and sat down. "Looking at it this way, you should be able to take on the work of collecting money."

"Of course!" Jonas said loudly: "Those sons of bitches sold me a few days ago. This time I want to see who dares to sell me again. Then they must be left to me.

I'm going to stab him in the mouth with my big stick!"

Sean gasped, this hobby is really... great!

Inform the gangs in Jersey City where they will be trading at night, and instruct them to bring the $100,000 they owed him last time. Sean doesn't need to worry about the rest. You have to believe in the strength of the Salamanga family, and they will be able to get it.

News.

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On October 11th, at night, the moon was not dark and the wind was not high. An inconspicuous van was driving on the highway north of Passaic. The transaction location this time was not in Jersey City, but in a relatively remote place to the north.

place.

Everyone has some ideas in mind.

A few kilometers away, Sean and others were driving far away without turning on their headlights. The Salamanga family must have been well prepared this time, and their manpower was limited. He couldn't throw all his troops out at once.

There were only four people in the van, so Jonas had little fighting power. Once he was surrounded, it would be up to the other three to hold him back.

While driving, suddenly, there was a "boom" explosion, and one side of the van was suddenly thrown up more than half a meter high. The entire body of the van lay on its side and slid out, pulling out a long string of sparks on the road.

It's still scrolling like crazy but it doesn't work.

"Fuxk, it's a landmine!" Jonas was dizzy and his ears were ringing. He couldn't hear any sound clearly for a while, so he could only curse loudly.

Fortunately, when it was originally designed, it was for armored transport vehicles. There were insurance hooks in the carriage. Everyone came from the battlefield. Their good military literacy made them habitually wear safety belts, so there was no need for it.

Being thrown away by a sudden accident.

As soon as the van was overturned by a landmine, intensive gunshots rang out, "ta da da" and "ta da da".

The bullet hit the bulletproof steel plate, and the sound of "nails clanging" echoed in the carriage.

The Salamanga family members were indeed well prepared this time. They were afraid that Sean would kill them on the preset battlefield, so they came up with a way to intercept them halfway and used landmines, which instantly paralyzed Sean's side's mobility.

The gang actually has landmines, this is so damn American!

Several people in the car hurriedly unbuckled their body insurance, cursed and prepared to fight, but a group of gangsters paralyzed the vehicle. Everyone felt very embarrassed.

The car turned sideways, and the roof of the car was facing the other side. I pulled the latch to open the sunroof, set up a submachine gun, and started to fight back.

"Shit, this car seems to be bulletproof!" The Salamancans who had just made a good move and saw that the car was blown over were still happy, but halfway through they rushed and started to curse.

"Damn it, is this an armored vehicle? Why don't you drive a fucking tank!" Eduardo Cerramanga, who had a mustache, looked extremely ugly. He didn't expect this ordinary car anyway.

The van was actually converted into a bullet-proof vehicle. The bullets were fired and sparks flew out, which made them look lively. However, the other party opened the skylight and a hail of bullets swept over them, almost frightening them to death.

This time, one side took the initiative to outflank and advance, while the other relied on bulletproof vans to hold on to their original position. The fight between the two sides was lively, but no casualties were seen.

It's just obvious that the sneak attack plan of Salamanga's family failed and was exposed, while Sean's side suffered no losses. From the perspective of outsiders, they just lost a battle with Sean.

"Brother, what should I do?"

"Surround around these guys who are as pulpy as cow shit. I don't believe they can hide forever." Eduardo Ceramanga ordered. This is his best chance. If he can kill Sean and his gang to regain the territory,

, he would be able to naturally take charge of the power of the Selamanga family, but he was not willing to give up just like that.

On the other side, a sudden explosion made Sean startled, "What's the sound?"

"There was an explosion. I can't hear the details."

"Quick, catch up and take a look."

The vehicle accelerated, but without turning on the headlights, a few minutes later I heard intensive firefights and muzzle flashes in the distance.

"Stop, right here. Jonas and the others seem to be fine. Surround them and try to eliminate them." Sean gave the order and opened the door before the car stopped and rolled out.

Compared with combat literacy, gangsters are just gangsters, even the Mexican drug gangs are no exception. They are indeed far worse than serious American soldiers.

The seven Seans wearing camouflage uniforms dispersed in a fan shape, leaning forward to surround the place where the gunfire came from.

The only thing that makes Sean dissatisfied is that his command system is not in place yet, otherwise, he is sure to make the Salamanga family look good in the first wave.

After approaching the target, he crawled forward quickly, trying not to expose himself. The gunfire on the battlefield was chaotic and it was impossible to act in a unified manner. Sean did not wait for others and directly set up the M16A2 assault rifle in his hand.

This is a rifle that the US military began to replace in the 1980s. They used this weapon in the Grenada battlefield before, and now it is even more handy.