Reborn American Giants

Night slowly fell, and Fandino, which had already undergone circuit modification, began to slowly turn on the lights.

Now two-thirds of the original slum residents have moved into the resettlement houses named "Fandino Community". The remaining residents are anxiously waiting for the completion of the last batch of resettlement houses and are preparing to move into the resettlement houses they have longed for.

Long time new home.

The street lamps emit dim light, illuminating the small buildings hidden deep in the slums. From time to time in the small square of the church, you can see some gang members with fierce faces, accompanied by their charming female companions, pushing the door open and getting out of the car.

Then they gathered in twos and threes and walked towards the small building.

"Hi Campuzano, man, long time no see."

"Bailon, are you old guy not dead yet? I remember your last bet, you still owed me 200 US dollars and haven't paid it back! I swear to God, I will never let you escape this time." I just pushed.

A man who got off the bus at the door was fat and had a

The big man wearing a thick gold necklace laughed and opened his hands, giving a warm hug to Byron who greeted him. This fat man named Campuzano was also a middle-level leader of the Gref family.

He controls blocks 22 and 31.

"You are such a small-minded guy. You can still remember things so long ago. Judy, what kind of man did you marry?" Bailon said with a kiss to the female companion next to Campuzano.

He saluted, then put his arm around the other person's shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah... don't say so much. If you don't pay me back, I will always remember you. Let's go in. The banquet is about to begin." Campuzano knocked off the old guy Bailon and put it on his own

The hand on my wife's shoulder greeted me.

Bailon followed him and stood guard with a gun at the door of the small building. One of them pushed open the brown wooden door, and a burst of soft music came out. It can be seen that there are many people in the hall at this moment.

Chatting over wine glasses.

"Hi, Cambiso, that physiotherapy center you recommended to me last time is really good..."...Bailon walked towards a big man holding a wine glass, shouting loudly and raising his own

Right fist, the big man heard his name, stopped

After the conversation with another companion, he turned around and found Bailon. He also raised his fist very enthusiastically, and the two parties touched lightly. Bailon patted the other party's back twice and then let go, and exchanged warm greetings.

After a few words, he moved on to the next person.

"Ronalito, my good brother..."

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Govier held a wine tray in his hand and walked through the hall, serving drinks to the "guests". He looked at the guests chatting and laughing. No one would have thought that among so many vicious cases that occur every day in San Salvador,

, more than half of it was planned and implemented by these people present. If the police carried out a raid at this moment and arrested everyone present, I believe that the security of San Salvador would be greatly improved.

It's just that this only belongs to Govil's imagination, and the police don't have that much ability to break into the slums and arrest these people.

Pressing down the various emotions in his heart, Govil tried his best to point the miniature camera lens disguised as a button on his chest at everyone present, and then quietly pressed a button in his trouser pocket to ensure that as many people as possible could be captured

Take photos of the faces of the criminals present.

This is a great opportunity for the police to figure out the organizational structure of the Gref family. Generally speaking, the middle-level leaders of these gangs rarely get together. Usually they are scattered on their own territory, dealing with various problems.

Regarding gang affairs, the police have never fully grasped the information of these middle-level leaders, and today, when such people attend the party neatly, it is a god-given opportunity that cannot be missed for the police.

Govil's mission was not only that. What his superiors told him was to seize the opportunity to obtain some written criminal evidence so that the police could have more evidence about the Gref family, the number one criminal organization in San Salvador.

, to provide more definite and detailed information for the future elimination of this gang organization.

Govil wandered around the hall, staring at the stairs leading to the second floor. There were no guards there now, but there were too many people present. In full view of everyone, he wanted to sneak up quietly, but it was too difficult.

Passed difficulties.

He could only look forward anxiously and wait...

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The small building not far away was brightly lit. Balcro was currently hiding on the bell tower of the small church, lying on the dusty, cold ground, putting his painted face close to the M21 sniper rifle 3-9

times art sight.

This is the sniper position that Balcro finally chose for himself. There is no building blocking the way between the church and the small building. The distance from the bell tower to the small building where the target is located is only less than thirty meters.

The view was very good. Through the window with the curtains drawn, Balcro could clearly see every move of the people in the hall.

Taking a deep breath, Balcro took out a piece of chewing gum from his arms, and then chewed it slowly, letting the aroma of mint fill his mouth and moisturize his dry lips and tongue. He waited motionless, waiting for someone.

A chance to kill with one hit...

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Time passed by, and Victor still did not appear in the small building. Govier noticed a blond beauty wearing a purple low-cut suspender dress and walking into the living room with a bottle of red wine in her hand. What happened next?

, which surprised Govil, who thought this beauty was another asshole female companion present.

I saw this blond beauty carrying red wine and walking to the people who had gathered to chat. The middle-level gang leaders who seemed to Govil to be unruly immediately became polite. They stopped talking and were polite.

After saying hello, they raised the wine glasses in their hands and asked the blonde beauty to add wine to their glasses.

This was definitely another important person. Govil pointed the camera at the blonde beauty, preparing to take a photo of her, but he did not feel any vibration from the miniature camera on his chest during the shooting. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Regrettably, before setting off, the technician from the technical support department had already told him that this kind of miniature camera from the United States was too small, so the film capacity inside was much less than that of ordinary cameras, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He took care to only take pictures of the most important content.

Just now, he saw various middle-level leaders of the Gref family who were rarely seen on weekdays. They had already forgotten this instruction and just wanted to record the images of these people as much as possible. Unknowingly, the film had been used up.

This blonde beauty is Develti. As the only woman living in this small building, all the Gref family and everyone with a little status know her.

For a long time, she has been the only woman around Victor, so these middle-level leaders of the Gref family will be so respectful and polite when they see her.

Just when Govil was focusing on the newly appeared Develty, a crisp knocking sound came into his ears, "ding ding ding, ding ding ding," and he looked over in the direction where the sound came from. A black man was now

In the direction of the stairs, he held up the cup in his hand and tapped the rim of the wine glass with a small silver spoon.

According to the information, this is Motta, the leader of the Gref family. When everyone noticed him and stopped talking, the actual manager of the Gref family stopped tapping and said loudly: "Welcome

Everyone is here tonight, but now, I would like to ask you to wait for a while before starting tonight's banquet. The gentleman is already waiting for you on the second floor, please."

After Mota said this, he took the lead to walk up to the second floor. The remaining middle-level leaders of the Gref family who were present all exchanged a few words with their female companions, and then more than a dozen people walked up the stairs together.

Govil was very anxious. He looked at the people who disappeared on the stairs. He knew very well that they must have an important meeting. Although he wanted to go up with him, he looked at the two tall people guarding the stairs.

Although he was a big man, he decisively gave up the idea.

Tonight, I have obtained photos of basically all the middle-level leaders of the Gref family, which is definitely a "big harvest". As long as I don't act stupid, I will receive the honor I deserve when I go back.