Reborn American Giants

At night, the Arbor Bar is still bustling with lights and feasting, and people are intoxicated by the loud music, escaping the pressure of life.

Arreaza watched Cevedo hang up the phone, and he couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? What did the Greif family say?"

"It's Motta. He didn't say anything. He just told me an address in Nancheng." Cevedo spread his hands and said helplessly to Arreaza: "If you guessed correctly, they should be those Colombians.

's address."

"Fuck, what on earth does Victor want to do?" Arreaza looked a little irritable.

"Relax, his purpose is obvious. Young people who are new to the gang know that they have to submit a "letter of surrender" to the gang. Don't you understand?" Cevedo's tone seemed very relaxed.

Of course Arreaza knew this, but there was a fire burning in his chest that burned his heart.

His original plan was that after selling the killers of the Medellin Group to Victor, the Brotherhood would pay for a boat ticket, and the rest of the matter would be between Victor and Escobar. Whether they lived or died would not matter.

It's none of Arreaza's business.

But now, Mota's phone call has made what they originally agreed to be completely meaningless. Victor's purpose is to let the Fallen Brotherhood take action, keep the Colombians in San Salvador, and completely cut off Arreaza's back.

road.

As long as Arreaza takes action, he will completely oppose the Medellin Group. The Brotherhood will have no way to turn back and can only follow Victor to the end.

"Boss Arreaza, now that the decision has been made, what else do you have to be angry about? The situation is not up to anyone, we have no right to choose," Cevedo felt that he did not need to spend anything more on such a matter that was destined to end.

Thinking about it, he held a pair of nail scissors in his right hand and slowly trimmed the nails on his left hand, filing them twice from time to time, and then brought his hand to his mouth and blew a breath.

"I know, I know," Arreaza murmured. He understood that Cevedo was right. The only choice Victor left for the Brotherhood was this, or to completely fall into the leaky ship of Medellin.

Break the boat, or just hug Victor's thigh tightly and not allow him to think about "stealing the chicken" half-heartedly.

But doing something willingly and being forced by others are two completely different states of mind. If you make your own choice, it must be the best situation for you after careful consideration.

But being forced by someone is different. It is a situation where you are unwilling to do so. If you are forced to hold your head and follow the path drawn by the other party, it is really a ghost to be able to feel happy in this way.

After taking a few breaths, Arreaza tried hard to suppress the anger in his chest, and then sat down on the large office chair.

When Cevedo saw that Arreaza had calmed down a little, he put down the fingers of his left hand that he had been studying for a long time and said calmly: "It's better, if I'm looking for a few unlucky people for you,

Will you feel better?"

Arreaza first glanced at his think tank in confusion, and then he realized in his head that what Cevedo meant by finding a few "unlucky guys" was that this matter couldn't just be done by his brotherhood, but by several other people.

In the family gang, each one counts as one, we are all brothers and sisters. If we can't escape you, we can't escape me. If we are unlucky, everyone will be unlucky.

Arreaza thought of the wonderful expressions on the other gang bosses' faces when they heard the news, and felt inexplicably relieved.

"I'm going to take a break, and you can take care of the rest," he waved his hand, and then watched Cevedo contact the leaders of several other gangs. He just sat slumped in the office chair, looking at each other.

He was looking at an open jaguar skin hanging on the wall, stunned and lost in thought.

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Balcro looked out the window at the dots of lights coming from the shacks made of wire and wooden boards. The surrounding area was silent. From time to time, he thought of one or two wild dogs barking. In the originally peaceful night, he didn't know why in his heart.

, revealing an indescribable sense of crisis.

As the leader of Escobar's killer group, he has eradicated countless enemies for the Medellin Group. Balcro can be very proud to say that no matter how tightly guarded the opponent is, they cannot escape the attacks he sends.

From "Greetings from Death".

This time he came to El Salvador when the Medellin Group was in turmoil. Escobar asked him to come here. The main purpose was to punish him for the Salvadoran gang's betrayal of the Medellin Group and to reopen the group's cargo transportation channels.

Arriving in San Salvador, Barquero soon discovered that the top gangs in San Salvador had formed a loose alliance. In terms of attitude towards the Medellin Group, the Gref family headed by them followed suit.

Each gang advances and retreats together in unison.

This situation is the worst. No matter how loose the alliance is, it is still an alliance. It has a common attitude and basically the same pace. If you don't find a way to break up the alliance, simple killings will not make these people ranked at the top of El Salvador.

The gang has returned to the ranks of the Medellin Cartel.

The method that Balcro has been thinking about is to target the Gref family headed by him, stir up the ambitions of other gangs in the alliance, and then dismantle the alliance and return the situation in the underground world of El Salvador to its previous state of fragmentation.

Only then can the Lin Group exert its past influence and reopen this important transportation node in El Salvador.

It's just that Barquero is just a killer, accustomed to solving problems by directly killing the body. He would never have imagined that the method he had worked out so hard would reveal the current situation of the Medellin Group in front of those cunning gang leaders.

The reality of weakness caused those old foxes to show their acting skills in front of him one by one. After fooling him, they turned around and sold him out.

Now Balcro still thinks he has a plan. He has been busy sending people to find out the whereabouts of Victor, the leader of the Gref family, for the past two days. He is planning to take action himself first and get rid of the villain who led the betrayal, and then invite the remaining ones.

Several major gangs took action to eradicate the Gref family in one fell swoop.

Victor's whereabouts as a city councilor are very easy to find out. Every day, a copy of the schedule of all city council members is distributed to the city council office, so that the council and the public can keep track of the city councilor's schedule and know what he is doing.

If there are no unexpected situations, the council members will prepare for their day's activities according to the pre-made itinerary. Balcro has disguised himself as a reporter and obtained Victor's council member's itinerary for the next two days from the city council office.

But just this night before he was about to take action, he felt his heart beating rapidly, making his whole body feel restless. Balcro was very sure that this was not the excitement or excitement on the eve of the action.

Feel.

Barquero had already carried out operations similar to the assassination of government officials like Victor countless times. The battle between Medellin and the Colombian government was carried out in this cruel and bloody way of revenge.

He no longer had the excitement and emotion that he felt when he first raised a gun and shot a Colombian senator into the forehead, and then watched the powerful people who used to be above him fall under his gun like ordinary people.

.

Walking to the edge of the warehouse, standing in front of the huge window without glass, Balcro looked out the window at the dark sky. There were many dark clouds in the sky tonight, and the thick clouds blocked the moon and starlight.

Looking out the window, I could only see the dim lights coming from the dilapidated shacks.

Suddenly, Balcro's heart palpitated, and the barking of dogs that had been coming one after another suddenly disappeared. He raised an arm to signal the men behind him to be silent, and then tilted his head and one ear.

I listened to the movement outside the window, but there was a deathly silence.

"Something's wrong," this was the first feeling that the long-term killing brought to Balkro. He grabbed the walkie-talkie on his waist and called the sentry guarding the perimeter. Except for the sound of "rustling" radio frequency, there was no response. Balkro

Luo estimated that those men were already in danger.

"Wadia," Balcro said to the capable subordinate he had brought with him this time.

"Boss, what's wrong?" A big man who was called over by Balcro took a few steps forward, looked at Balcro who was a little anxious about applying, and asked in confusion.

"You quickly take your brothers and retreat. We will gather at the preset second location." Balcro said anxiously.

As a soldier, Wadia quickly carried out Balcro's order. He kicked and hit a sleeping man buried in a sleeping bag next to him, and roared loudly for them to get up quickly, put on their equipment and prepare to retreat.

At that moment, the entire huge warehouse was like a swarm of exploding bees. Everyone scrambled to grab the rifles beside them, then slung a backpack on their backs, and then roared loudly at the commanders of their respective teams.

Down, scattered and poured out of this huge warehouse.

Balcro quietly looked at the group of soldiers he had brought to El Salvador to complete the tasks Escobar asked him to perform. The sense of ominousness in his heart became deeper and deeper. He glanced at the dark outside the window again.

Sky, sighed, there must be no one who knows how many gunmen are ambushing outside now, and no one knows how many dark gun muzzles are pointing at this dilapidated warehouse at the moment. After tonight, who can reach the second assembly point alive will still be left.

How much?

"Boss Balcro, brothers are ready, let's withdraw too," Wadia said to Balcro, holding an AUG assault rifle in his right hand, and at the same time handed him an M16 rifle.

"Let's go," Balcro took the rifle Wadia handed him, grabbed two magazines and inserted them into the carrying bag on his waist, then pulled the switch, and the bright warehouse instantly turned into darkness.

, Balcro, surrounded by several men, plunged into the dark night...