Reborn American Giants

There is no moon tonight and the sky is covered with dark clouds. This nameless shantytown in Nancheng is surrounded by a group of gang members who suddenly come from nowhere and are armed with various weapons.

When the residents in the shanty town saw this situation, they grabbed their children who were playing on the street and ran home in a panic. Then they bolted the door tightly, leaning against the windows and holes in the wall.

Watching nervously, the group of vicious gang members began to advance towards the shanty town at the leader's shout.

When these residents saw this situation, they couldn't help but feel nervous. They knew that something bad must happen here tonight. They could only hold their frightened family members with one hand and hold the hanging hanging on their chest with one hand.

Cross in front of me and pray for God's blessing.

Vallo was walking at the front of the team. He looked at the hurried residents in front of him with an expressionless face. He had already sent out manpower to investigate the situation in the entire shanty town. The Medellin Group of Colombia had sent nearly 100 people in total this time.

A team of two hundred people came to El Salvador, and now most of them are basically in the warehouse in this shanty town.

According to the pre-arranged plan, the members of the Rolling Stone Machine are relatively mobile and are responsible for spreading around to eliminate fish that have slipped through the net, while the other four gangs are each responsible for one direction. According to the investigation before the operation, Vallo sent several

He called his men, who were agile and clear-minded, to remove the sentinels placed around the shanty town in advance, and then the large army behind them began to slowly surround the huge warehouse located on the southeast side of the shanty town.

Although the major gangs in San Salvador are at odds with each other, this time, all of them are surprisingly unanimous, that is, they must keep this group of Colombians in San Salvador.

It was very dark, and after a burst of excitement in the shanty town, there was only a dead silence. A white plastic bag was blown by the wind from one end of the alley to the other, and was finally covered by a rusty road.

The barbed wire fence was hanging and they were struggling feebly. A few wild dogs who were rummaging through the garbage on the roadside discovered that a large group of people had invaded.

First, he lowered his front legs, grinned and revealed a mouth full of fangs, and let out a low roar. Then he found that there were more and more black shadows behind him, with murderous looks, which made these skinny wild beasts

The dog immediately put away its attacking posture, held its tail between its legs, jumped down the tall garbage mountain in a few steps, and fled in panic...

These gang members move very quickly. As local gangsters, they are very familiar with every plant and tree in San Salvador. They grew up in shantytowns or slums like this, and are already familiar with the complex terrain.

They kicked open the broken wooden door, violently drove the owner out, swept away all the tables and tables in the room that seemed to be in the way, and then, like this, they carefully ambush in these scattered shacks and moved the things in their hands.

Weapons stick out of the window, ready to fire on any target that breaks out of the warehouse.

Wallow was lying behind a fence in an alley. He took out a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, the cool breath filled his mouth. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The time was now

At 11:14 p.m., he was followed by a

A group of subordinates lay on the ground like him. One of them, a young black man who looked only 16 or 7 years old, looked very nervous. He was sweating profusely, his Adam's apple was bulging from time to time, swallowing saliva, and then he held the ak tightly in his hand-

47, Vallo smiled at him: "First time?"

The young man seemed very excited about the question from Vallo, a "big shot" in his eyes. He was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing, and then hurriedly replied: "Boss Vallo...I, I..."

Wallow chuckled lightly, reached out and patted the young black man on the head, "What's your name? Where do you come from?"

The young man felt a little regretful. He felt that he was too nervous in front of the "big shots" of the organization, and his whole performance was too failed. At this moment, when he heard Valo's question, he replied with a slightly trembling tone: "My name is Seni.

Lucas, the brothers call me SL, I...I'm from Santa Ana."

"Have you ever butchered a turkey?"

"What?"

"Have you ever killed a turkey with your own hands during Thanksgiving? Just like this..." Vallow raised his right palm and made a gesture on his neck, similar to a knife across the neck. "One knife cut the turkey's neck."

Cut it open, then lift the two legs of the turkey, and all the blood will flow out along the incision. It will struggle a few times and kick its legs twice, and haha, it will have finished its life."

"I am the only male in my family. Every Thanksgiving, my mother will buy a big, fat turkey, and then I will do all the killing," the young man swallowed.

After a mouthful of saliva, Vallo's description was filled with a strong sense of blood. He tried to calm himself down.

The mood seems to remind me of a family sitting together, enjoying the delicious roasted turkey that was filled with spices, and then everyone held hands together, recited the memorial inscription, thanked God for the gift, and finally laughed loudly.

Enjoying her mother's cooking skills... a smile appeared on her dark face.

Vallo saw that the young man's face calmed down, and he nodded with a smile, "Very good, just think about it for a while, the people rushing out of the warehouse were running turkeys, and then

You just need to aim the gun at him and gently pull the trigger, it's very simple."

The young man felt a little funny when Vallo compared his enemies to running turkeys, but he tried hard to hold back the laughter in his heart, but found that the tight feeling in his heart at the beginning was miraculous.

disappeared, and he knew that Vallo was helping him relieve his tension, so he couldn't help but grinned at Vallo gratefully, with an "ugly" smile on his face.

Vallo patted the young black man's head again, and then stuck his head out of the fence to take a look. The entire warehouse was lit with lights. Through the window, you could see figures holding weapons moving from time to time. In the silent night, voices could be heard.

It can travel very far, and he can vaguely hear the other party's loud curses.

Vallo felt very strange. The other party's sentries had also been dealt with. He knew his men very well. The people sent there were all recruited by the Fallen Brotherhood from the disbanded guerrillas and anti-government forces in Latin American countries.

It is not easy for these people who fight their way out of the dead bodies in the jungles of Latin America to engage with the enemy in a childlike manner.

Since the sentry was not exposed, the other party must have noticed it. Vallo patted the men beside him and greeted him in a low voice: "It's best to be prepared... be prepared, the enemy is coming out soon, listen to me

command to fire again.”

The gang members cheered up instantly. Before setting off, the organization had said that if they returned with a head in hand, they would receive a bonus of five thousand US dollars and also have the opportunity to be promoted.

The green Franklin and the temptation of promotion made these gang members struggling at the bottom see a bright future. Their hearts beat violently, and the index finger on the cold trigger was also stimulated by emotions.

Trembling, they stared at the warehouse in front of them with red eyes. Now, in their eyes, the Colombians in that warehouse represented money, glory and status.

Under their full attention, suddenly, all the lights in the warehouse went out. This action almost caused some people who were too nervous to pull the trigger and pour out the bullets in their hands towards the opposite side. However, before Vallo shouted loudly,

"Hold still, listen to my orders", they still exhaled a long breath and calmed down the muzzle jump caused by the trembling of the body. They didn't want to return empty-handed tonight.

Vallo raised his right hand and shouted "Hold still, listen to my orders", and then looked at the warehouse hidden in the night without blinking. In the darkness, you could still see the vaguely huge warehouse.

The outline is like a giant beast lying in the dark.

Knowing that some black, beating figures appeared in front of him, Vallo stared at it seriously, not even bothering to wipe away the drop of sweat that fell from his forehead. He watched without blinking until he felt that the figures in front of him overlapped.

At the same time, it seemed that it was almost done, and then he waved his right arm heavily, and let out a hoarse roar from his mouth.

"Fire..."

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