Reborn American Giants

The summer weather in El Salvador changes at a moment's notice. When Victor walked out of the small building, the heavy rain outside accompanied by lightning and thunder came again. Victor was fascinated by the rain waterfall hanging down along the eaves, watching them fall from the sky and fall to the ground.

, and then mixed with the sewage on the ground and various kinds of garbage, flooding the streets and alleys of Fandino.

There were several young people standing under the eaves of the opposite house. Even though their clothes were wetted by the falling rain, they did not go into the house to take shelter. Victor knew that Sorvino had arranged this for him to protect his own gunmen, and these few were in front of him.

, I believe there are more in other places.

One of the dark-skinned young men saw Victor standing in front of the small building. He quickly slung his AK47 across his body and held an umbrella. He ignored the heavy rain and soaked himself, ran to him, opened the umbrella, and held it against Victor.

He raised his head and said respectfully: "Boss V, what do you need?"

Victor didn't say anything, but just glanced at him. The group of people in front of him were the bottom members of the gang. He used to be one of them. They could be said to be the most despicable people. They only took a pitiful 200 colones a day.

With less than 30 US dollars, he devoted his young life to the gang with an unattainable dream of "high ranking".

Perhaps, they have nothing left but their lives.

"Go and call a car for me." It was raining so heavily, and Victor didn't want to wade through the sewage on the ground, so he ordered casually.

The young man handed the umbrella to Victor, then turned around and rushed into the rain. Victor lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and continued to stare at the heavy rain.

The car drove over quickly, it was a semi-old Nissan Toyota pickup truck, "Damn small, rb," (I heard that the word "ri ben" will be blocked? Can I try the Gaton number?) Victor hates small cars.

, rb's stuff, threw the cigarette at his feet, pressed the tip of his right toe, opened the door and got in the car.

"Go to the adoption home," Victor told the driver. After saying that, he closed his eyes and meditated. This is his current personality and he needs to pay attention at all times. After hearing his instructions, the driver said nothing and immediately started the car and went to the adoption home.

As they drove towards the hospital, in the rearview mirror of the car, the dark-skinned young man just now was being held by his companion with his head in his right arm and stroking his short hair. A group of people were joking.

The foster home is not far away, but the road in the slum has twists and turns. It seems to be very close. After going around for nearly ten minutes, the car stopped in front of a three-story building. Victor opened his eyes.

Instruct the driver to wait outside the door and come out soon.

Victor walked into the small building. Half of the door to the opposite side was missing, leaving only the other side stubbornly left in place. The glass above was broken and covered with cracks like spider webs. There was a half-grown black boy at the door.

When he saw Victor entering the door, he immediately picked up a Type 56 in his arms alertly. Victor swore that he was not mistaken. Although the Type 56 was an imitation of AK, and they were very similar, he served in Pla in his previous life, so it was impossible for him to mistake his Type 56.

The standard weapon of the army.

Sorvino attaches great importance to the adoption home. Generally, no one in the organization is allowed to come here, except for one person in charge. So as soon as this boy saw a stranger walking in, he immediately picked up a gun. The next moment, he

He was about to pull the trigger, but Victor's words stopped him.

"Who is here, Piru or Anello? It was Papa who asked me to come." The inside of the orphanage is different from the orphanage outside. The adopted orphans have to learn various skills from an early age, such as stealing, fighting, and assassination.

Driving equipment training, as well as other skills that can come in handy. In order to stimulate these children, they were divided into two teams internally, and they often competed in various competitions, with various punishments for the losing team.

Piru and Anello are the captains of these two teams. They are already fifteen years old. Next year, they will leave the mice and join the gang to continue serving Sorvino. Sorvino uses various mice to monitor

Every move of the organization cadres under his command. Until now, he handed the sharpest knife in his hand to Victor's hand, preparing to let Victor eradicate his "enemies" for him. Victor knew this well, and he said that he

I am happy to accept this job. As the saying goes, if the "old" doesn't go, the "new" won't come.

The boy heard Victor say the names of Piru and Anello, put away the gun pointed at Victor, and replied: "Sir, Captain Anello is on a mission, Captain Piru is at home, I will notify you immediately

he."

Victor watched the black boy in front of him turn around and run into the corridor. He dragged the chair over, sat on it, took out a cigarette from his pants, and pulled out one without lighting it. He just played with it in his hand.

Soon the black boy followed a young Hispanic man and appeared at the corner of the aisle. Victor estimated that this was Piru. He looked at him from a distance. Piru looked quite thin, but he had big eyes.

It's very impressive. Under the dark sky, Victor actually felt that his eyes were glowing. He was naked and covered with tattoos. It was too far away and Victor couldn't see clearly, but no.

If there is an accident, it will be a mess.

"Sir, Papa has called. From now on, we will obey your arrangements just like we obey Papa's words." Piru stood respectfully in front of Victor and lowered his head.

Victor looked at the young Piru in front of him. There was just some fluff at the corner of his mouth. In his previous life in the country, what were young people of such an age doing? Complaining that they had nothing to do all day and were bored? In an Internet cafe.

Playing games and yelling at teammates for their incompetence? Feeling complacent about resisting the care of their parents? They would not have thought that there is a group of peers in El Salvador who have experienced the darkest world in the world.

"Relax, what you were like before is what you will be like in the future."

"Yes, sir, everything is for Papa." Piru said these words, but his eyes were calm. Victor stared at his glowing eyes and found it very interesting.

"Now, Papa is very worried about Lago's safety problems. Send a few little mice to take a good look at Lago boss. Do you understand if there is anything that needs special attention?" Victor stared at Piru with interest.

, he wanted to see if this person was a smart person, and if so, that would be interesting.

"Yes, I understand, I'll make arrangements right away." Piru still looked calm, and Victor didn't even see a trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

"Do you really understand?" Victor emphasized his tone.

Piru's heart beat again. He knew what Victor meant, but he didn't dare to confirm it just now. He had to suppress the throbbing in his heart. When Victor asked the second sentence, a trace of surprise finally appeared in his eyes. Lago was organized

Number two, did he betray "Papa"?

Victor smiled after seeing what he wanted to see, "You just need to give me the news. The rest is none of your business. That's it."

"Yes, sir" Piru sent Victor away and stood in the heavy rain...