Reborn American Giants

In the dark night, gunfire shone like fireflies flying everywhere in the summer night, illuminating everyone's cyan faces. The gunmen aimed at the targets they had already determined before their eyes and poured out all the bullets from their rifles in one breath.

Some people even roared at the top of their lungs, as if relying on this to drive the fear in their hearts out of their bodies through loud shouting.

And their targets, the elite killers of the Medellin Group, were hit by bullets fired from various types of weapons of different calibers like straw in the first wave of attacks. They trembled all over, as if they had been electrocuted, and collapsed.

On the ground, blood followed the wounds on the body and slowly soaked the soft earth beneath them. There were also some people who were very lucky and were not hit in the vital points, but they were also lying on the cold, dirty ground with their mouths open.

There was a wail of pain.

The sound of gunshots, the "whoosh" sound of bullets piercing the air, the roars of the gunmen, and the wails of the injured on the ground all played a gorgeous "dance of death" in this silent night.

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Balcro was trotting in the middle of the team with his rifle in hand, watching the surroundings vigilantly. No one made a sound, only the sound of heavy breathing and the sound of thick-soled military boots stepping on the road with a thin layer of yellow sand.

With the sound of rustling, Balcro looked around. He found that with this warehouse as the center of the circle, the surrounding sheds were all dark, without any light, and seemed extremely quiet.

There is a crossroads ahead. As long as you pass there, you will be connected in all directions. Everyone can disperse and disappear into the vast sea of ​​​​people in San Salvador. However, the look on Balcro's face is more solemn. The enemy is likely to be there.

Waiting for them not far ahead.

Patting Wadia's shoulder who was walking in front of him, Balcro stretched out the middle finger and index finger of his right hand, pointed to his eyes, and then pointed to the road ahead hidden in the darkness, indicating to the other party to lead people.

Let’s explore the road first.

Wadia nodded in the dark night. He patted several brothers on the shoulders and heads to signal them to follow. Balcro raised his right fist and signaled everyone to stop. Then he half-crouched in the weeds.

On the roadside, I watched Wadia leading a dozen people and gradually disappearing into the night ahead.

For more than twenty seconds, it was very fast and very short. Balcro was staring at the extremely calm intersection full of torment, feeling extremely conflicted in his heart.

When Barquero was young, when he was still a child, he lived with his father in the province of Niviare, which is in the center of Colombia and is full of lush trees, a wide variety of animals, and, of course,

Hot and humid weather.

The trees soaring into the sky desperately stretched their bodies into the sky, fighting for every inch of sunlight, and then shrouded the rainforest below them.

Balcro's father was a hunter. He once reached out and stroked Balcro's head, and taught him hunting skills with a smile: Hunting requires very strong patience. The animals in the jungle are born with a certain ability.

You have an intuition for danger, so you must carefully set the trap, and then wait patiently, patiently, and patiently until the prey loses its guard and completely walks into the trap. This is the best time to launch an attack.

At this moment, Balcro was like a prey about to step into a trap, but he had no choice.

In front of the intersection, there was a beam of bright light. After briefly flashing three times, it never lit up again. That was the signal agreed upon by Balcro and Wadia.

After waving his hand, Balcro led the men behind him, lowered his body, and quickly approached the roadbed at the intersection. Wadia rushed out from a shed, came to Balcro's side, and whispered

: "I have checked that this side of the road is safe, but the other side..."

Balcro understood the unfinished words in Wadia's words. He slapped Wadia heavily on the shoulder and sighed, "God bless us, let us get through this danger."

"Prepare."

Balcro whispered to the people around him to pass on, and the "preparation sounds" one after another spread farther and farther. As Balcro waved his right hand heavily, a group of black figures began to cross the road, dispersed the formation, and moved forward.

Assault forward...

In the dark night, Vallo shouted "fire", followed by gunshots like fried beans, breaking the tranquility of the night, knocking over the twenty or thirty killers running at the front, and Balcro fell to the ground.

The ground rolled and fell directly onto the road, falling heavily to the ground.

There was a sharp pain in his lower back, and a breath hit his chest, making him unable to breathe. Balcro stretched out his hand and groped around his lower back, but found no wound. He continued downward and found a bump on the ground.

The stone should have hit his waist when he rolled down just now.

Finding that he was lucky not to be injured, Balcro let out a sigh of relief. In this situation, the consequences of being injured were equivalent to death. He silently said "Thank God" in his heart, and then Balcro leaned on the hanging

He stood up with the rifle on his body and observed the situation of his men.

The shining gun flames are very conspicuous in the dark night. A rough estimate shows that there are no fewer than three to four hundred enemies on the opposite side, which is twice their number. If it is normal and given enough time, Balcro will definitely believe in himself.

Their men can deal with the enemy on the opposite side, but what they lack most now is time. The enemy is now

They must be outflanking them from other directions. The reason why he didn't let his men disperse and escape was because the terrain in this shanty town was complicated. If everyone was allowed to disperse and escape, the strength would be too scattered and it is very likely that no one would be able to escape.

If they were to fall, it would be better for everyone to gather together, seize their strength, and break out directly from one side.

At this moment, there were more than thirty casualties lying on the road. Others relied on the cover of a slope on the road and were shooting at the attackers. The opponents were large in number and had fierce firepower. The high-speed flying bullets grazed the concrete pavement from time to time, rubbing against each other.

There was a flash of sparks, and Balcroo saw Wadia brave the fierce hail of bullets and thrust out his

upper body, then grabbed a companion who was lying on the road, covering his thigh and moaning, then grabbed his collar and dragged him off the roadbed with force. The injured let out a muffled groan, and the violent movements made the embedded

The bullet on his thigh bone moved, and the hard steel rubbed against the soft flesh. The feeling was simply unbearable.

Wadia called for a man to bandage the wound of the wounded man and temporarily stop the further loss of blood. Then he came to Balcro's side and said: "What should we do now, Boss Balcro? There seem to be too many people on the other side. We

Can you make it out?"

"No, we must rush out. When the enemies behind hear the gunshots, they will definitely speed up and come. There is not much time left for us. If we don't rush out, all of us will die here." Balk

Luo quickly stuck his head out again and faced the other side of the road.

Taking a glance, he could see that in the shed opposite, in the corner of the house, as long as there was a little bit of cover, there were bound to be killing fireworks. He raised the M16A2 in his hand and pointed at a continuously flashing gun.

Flame pulled the trigger, three 5.56

The SS109 NATO standard bullet flew towards the target with a muzzle velocity of 945m/s, and soon the firepower point was extinguished instantly.

Balcro retracted his body, took out a smoke bomb from his waist, tightened the ring and shouted loudly: "Everyone who hears me, prepare the smoke bomb in five seconds, five, four,

Three, two, one...throw."

More than twenty smoke bombs drew a parabola and were accurately thrown to the opposite side of the road. After bouncing on the ground and walls a few times, streams of white smoke began to emit.

Balcro continued to shout: "Hand grenade, prepare in five seconds...throw it."

Another twenty or so round "big pineapples" flew to the opposite side. A few seconds later, a steel storm exploded from the thick smoke. Those fragile wooden and iron shacks were unable to protect the people hiding behind.

How much protection is provided? It collapsed instantly in a violent explosion.

, many of the Brotherhood members hiding in the corners and shacks were directly thrown away by the violent grenade explosion. When they landed, their entire bodies had become a leaky cloth bag, and the exploding steel fragments

Cut their bodies into rag dolls.

Gangsters are gangsters. Although the Brotherhood's gang members have a numerical advantage, they can never compare with Balcro's elite men who have experienced a hail of bullets. First, they lost their vision under the smoke bombs, and then panicked.

, even if Vallo shouted "Hold on", he couldn't stop it, following closely

In fact, not many people were injured by the violent explosion, but the wails of the injured coming from the smoke completely shattered the minds of these vicious-looking gangsters, and they involuntarily stopped shooting, slightly

He tried desperately to find the companions around him, hoping to find support.

After the explosion stopped, Balcro heard the wail coming from the smoke, and the enemy's firepower on the opposite side also became slightly weaker. He roared: "Rush over and kill these dogs, mothers, for nothing."

Brothers take revenge."

Then he jumped onto the road first and rushed into the thick smoke. Behind him, the remaining killers of the Medellin Group followed closely. With an indomitable momentum, a group of people killed the Brotherhood's men...