Reborn American Giants

Entering the lounge, Atuo walked straight towards a wall covered with soundproofing cotton, then he held something in his hands and twisted it hard. He saw the wall and opened it. It turned out to be a secret door.

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Atuo walked in first, and Victor also walked in. Although there was a light bulb on the wall, the light was too dim. Victor had to hold on to a wall with his hands and walked forward slowly. This passage was not long.

, between the two walls, should have been built when the hotel was first built.

Soon after walking out of the passage, Ato led Victor to the back kitchen of the hotel in a zigzag manner. After passing through a dark alley full of sewage, it could be seen that Porfirio had parked a car.

At the entrance of the alley, Victor got straight into the car, and the car with its orange taillights flashing quietly slid into the deep night...

This is a slaughtering factory located in the 11th block called Antin Highlands. It is said to be a highland, but it is actually a small hill. When you hear a slaughterhouse, you must not compare it to a slaughtering factory with complete equipment and facilities like the one in the United States.

In comparison, the entire factory is located in two connected shabby warehouses, surrounded by shanty towns, located on the edge of Amaloma Avenue over the mountains. Porfirio drove the car down the flat road.

asphalt road

, entering a bumpy loess road, several gun-wielding armed men could be seen on guard at the intersection. Porfirio lowered the car window, showed his face, and led several of his subordinates to a small leader who was about to approach.

After seeing Porfirio, he waved to let him go. The car quickly stopped in front of two factories surrounded by nearly three-meter-high barbed wire fences. Victor saw Mota, Bailon and Banban, who were waiting in the warehouse.

's doorway.

Victor opened the door and got out of the car. Banban came up to him immediately, handed a brown paper document bag to Victor, and then whispered in his ear: "Sir, this is what Officer Stian asked me to give to you.

He asked me to tell you that he has already completed what you asked him to do, and he hopes that his family can live in peace."

"I know," Victor nodded towards BanBandan without saying anything. It seems that this Stian is indeed very useful. Victor knew that when the police have "insiders", they will set up an "identity file" internally, just in case.

An "accident" occurred to a police officer in charge, and these "informants" who had finally developed within the criminal organization lost contact. However, this file is very confidential. Ordinary police officers would not want to come across this file, and Steve

As the director's secretary, it would be very easy for An to "access" this file.

No matter how Christian got this file, he is now in a dilemma. After getting on Victor's boat, it will not be so easy if he thinks about it again. Victor sometimes feels that being a "bad guy" is really quite difficult.

To put it simply, he just bribed a small police officer in the internal service department of the police station.

I easily obtained the information of Christian, and according to the address recorded above, I sent people to the countryside of Al Amat, found the hometown of Officer Christian, took a few photos and came back, and easily identified this man.

It appears that the young officer with a "promising future" in the San Salvador Police Department who has the trust of Bande is in his hands.

Now Band is in the spotlight. Victor will let him stay in glory for a few more days. Some arrangements will take time, but he must first cut off the "tentacles" Director Band has extended to him. This is where Victor comes here.

A dilapidated slaughterhouse.

"Have everyone gathered yet?" Victor asked Bailon, who was standing aside.

"Yes, Mr. Victor, of all the people released by the police, except for 6 who were "executed" by others through lynching, there are still 62 people left. I have gathered them all here for protection according to Boss Mota's instructions.

, waiting for your decision." Bailon replied respectfully, and he continued

The names given to Victor have changed. With Victor's successful election, the "sensational" event of becoming a member of San Salvador has spread throughout the family's leadership. Byron knew that from this moment on, the Gref family

No one in the world can challenge Victor's "leadership".

"Take me to see it."

Bailon led the way, and Victor and his group followed him into the slaughterhouse. It was a dilapidated warehouse with some rusty steel piled in the corners. The floor was paved with tiles, but it looked like it had just been

rush

After washing, it looked a bit wet. Some pig and cow carcasses were cut in half and hung on the steel frame with iron hooks. In the sewer ditch dug on the ground, you could still see dried blood stains all over.

The warehouse seemed a bit cold.

The group of people did not stop, walked through the work area, and went directly into the next warehouse. It seemed that this warehouse was not being used. It was empty, except for a pile covered with black tarps stacked in a corner of the warehouse.

There was nothing else. Under the dim light, a large group of people were sitting on the floor in the center of the warehouse with uneasy expressions, looking at their "companions" standing around them, holding weapons and guarding them.

This group of people came from various neighborhoods under the control of the Gref family. They all understood why they came to this place, were arrested by the armed police department led by Cleto, and were released for no reason. They were wondering.

At that time, news from other neighborhoods spread. Among the people released in the same group, several people had been "executed", which made everyone worried.

Terrified, he looked at his former companions with suspicious eyes, wondering if they would treat him in the same way when he wasn't paying attention. Just when the atmosphere was about to change further, Bailon passed down the family "

Second-in-command Motta's order gathered all of them into this slaughterhouse, and the top leader of the organization would handle this matter.

Everyone was brought to this slaughterhouse with suspicion, and was guarded by a group of armed "associates". At first, they thought that the family was preparing to "clean up" them all, so they seemed a little uneasy, but as they watched

It was only when these big men with weapons just gathered them together and ignored them that everyone put down their hearts in their throats.

These two days of worry made everyone exhausted. Regardless of whether the floor was clean or not, everyone sat directly on the floor, waiting for the final decision from the "top leader" of the family.

That's what Victor saw when he stood at the door. About 60 gang members gathered together like animals waiting to be slaughtered. The "fear" in their eyes was obvious. After thinking about it, Victor handed the file in his hand to

Bailon stood behind him and said: "Since you asked the police to arrange people to be by your side, I will leave this matter to you. Don't let me wipe your butt for you anymore."

Bailon gritted his teeth and took the file bag that represented the "Death Notice". He pulled out a stack of documents from it, all of which were photocopies. You could see that there were some registration information on them. It looked like the San Salvador Police Department

It was made quite formal, and a one-inch photo of the person's face was also copied, so that he could clearly identify who he was. After a few glances, he entered the warehouse without even looking at his head.

Victor just stood outside the door, took out a cigarette and lit it, looking at the dots of lights in the distance, exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth, which drifted in front of his eyes...

Soon, a series of crisp gunshots echoed in the silence of the empty Antin Highlands. Soon, Bailon was seen wiping his hands with a white handkerchief while walking to Victor's side and using a respectful expression.

He said to Victor in a tone of voice: "Sir, I have dealt with all those who cooperated with the police. There are 12 people in total. Look at the rest..."

"Mota, go and warn them not to reveal this matter, give them a sum of money, and then let them go back," Victor seemed a little absent-minded. Now he gave an order, and 12 fresh lives left like this.

This is the power of "power", although they

There was no time to cause any consequences, but they have now become the first victims of the "wrestling" between Victor, the new congressman, and Bande, the police chief of San Salvador, and there will be more such "people" in the future.

, unknowingly, falling into various battles...