Reborn American Giants

It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Balcro was lying on the ground and had remained motionless for about three hours. For a top sniper, this time was nothing but trivial. He had been hunting for

The leader of a hostile organization, Barquero, lay alive in the Colombian jungle for two days and two nights, and then easily took away the target's life the moment he appeared.

There were also armed guards at the intersections around the small building. From the corner of Balcro's eyes, he could see several guards smoking together at the corner. They looked very relaxed and talked and laughed loudly from time to time.

, did not expect at all that on the bell tower not far away, a dark night god of death was observing their every move through a cold sight.

Most of the men in the living room of the small building have disappeared. Balcro has locked the scope on a room on the second floor. The other rooms are either dark, or there is no one with the lights on. The only possibility is this

A room with a gray curtain blocking the view.

Balcro's guess was not wrong. At this moment, more than a dozen middle-level leaders of different shapes poured into the office on the second floor. After Victor waited for everyone to say hello one after another, he gently said to Motta, who was standing in front of everyone.

He nodded, then coughed slightly and said: "We have called everyone together tonight. In addition to the fact that we haven't been together for a long time and we should keep in touch to bond with each other, there is also the most important reason."

Looking around at everyone's expressions, some people's eyes were clear and calm, while others looked at Victor with a somewhat evasive look and did not dare to look at him. However, Victor ignored these and continued: "Everyone knows,

The attacks I encountered two days ago indicate that there is another enemy hiding in the dark, watching every move of the family."

"Tell me, sir, who is the enemy? We will definitely let him know what the consequences will be if he offends the Gref family," Campuzano said loudly with a ferocious face, and his words were filled with blood.

"Yes, I will pull out his intestines and hang them around his neck..."..."Ya...let them know how powerful they are.".

Campuzano's words aroused the agreement of other leaders, and they shouted loudly that they would make the other party pay a "blood price."

Victor pressed down his hands to stop everyone's "denunciation", "I understand everyone's responsibility and concern for the family. Although I don't know who the enemy is now, please don't worry. Once I find out who is behind the scenes, I will definitely

Let him pay the price he deserves."

Victor did not reveal to these guys that the attacker was Escobar of the Medellin Group, because letting them know this would not only not help the situation, but also possible that some of them would be afraid of the Medellin Group's past actions.

Prestige caused turmoil in the Gref family.

Don't be surprised, the name Escobar has such "magic" among the gangs in Latin America. As the recognized "King of the Cocaine Empire", he single-handedly created the Medellin Group, which consists of several Medellin-area gangs.

Smuggling gang organizations, a cartel type monopoly drug trafficking group.

They built countless laboratories in the jungles of Colombia, crushed and pressed coca leaves, then used kerosene to separate the drugs from the leaves, then used sulfuric acid to distill the drugs from the kerosene, and then cut them and mixed them with gasoline.

After mixing, the product is basically extracted from the liquid

Come, wait for it to dry, and then use ammonia to get the cocaine paste. This is not the final form of cocaine, because it has to be baked at high temperatures like baking a cake. The final powder is called "

The Champagne of the drug world, cocaine the "Rolls Royce of drug users".

In the past, drug trafficking organizations in places such as Colombia and Peru smuggled marijuana and other drugs. However, when they discovered that the income from about ten pounds of cocaine was equivalent to the income from one ton of marijuana, all smuggling organizations went crazy for this white powder.

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Huge profits bring cruel and bloody battles. Around this plant stimulant extracted from the coca tree, which is produced in the lush jungles of Latin America, major gang organizations have launched a protracted war and assassinations.

, explosions, and direct armed raids. These gang organizations used the money obtained from drug trafficking to equip their drug trafficking armed forces with sophisticated weapons to launch a "drug arms race."

And Escobar was finally able to stand out from the mountain of corpses and put the crown of "Cocaine King" on his head without any opponents, relying on his cruelty to his enemies, vicious methods and the huge amount of money he got from drug trafficking.

, there was once a saying that was popular in the underground world in Latin America, that is, "lead and silver" (bullets or money). For collaborators, Escobar offered bribes with money that people could not refuse, while for enemies,

Then send him a bullet and send him back to the embrace of God.

No person or organization can refuse Escobar's request.

Now that the Gref family has abandoned the Medellin Group and turned to the Cali Group, the middle-level leaders of these families can obtain more profits than before. However, the time is still short, and Victor is not sure whether

Are some people taking advantage of Escobar's "fame" and doing something behind the scenes?

Victor now has no energy to deal with these turmoils in the Gref family. The housing reform bill has been passed, and most of his energy needs to be focused on this.

Therefore, he needs to maintain stability within the Gref family, which is why today's banquet is held. He needs to "beat" the middle-level cadres of these families first and make them think clearly that the Medellin Group is still far away in Colombia.

But he, Victor, was right in front of him.

"You all should pay attention to your own protection recently," Victor said with a faint smile on his face, and told the middle-level leaders present: "Don't wait until you make money but don't have lives to spend. I don't want to

Take care of your women for you."

"Hahahaha..." The people present were not good people. They fully understood the "meaning" of Victor's words, and they all laughed and joked with each other.

"Hey, Senato, your wife is so beautiful, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of her for you..."

"Fuck u, Chica, go home to your mother," the person being teased gave the other person a big "middle finger."

"Bailon...well, forget it, your wife has been dead for who knows how long..."

"hahaha..."

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For a moment, there was loud laughter in the small office, which could be heard by the ladies downstairs. They looked at each other in confusion. They didn't know what funny thing happened to the group of men and made them move.

So big.

De Verti nodded gracefully and apologized to the women surrounding her, then walked up to the second floor. When she entered the office, more than a dozen big men made way for a passage. She walked to Victor's side and helped him.

Standing still with his shoulders on his shoulders, as if announcing something to the middle-level leaders of the Gref family, those middle-level leaders put away the smiles on their faces, as if they knew the secret, and looked at each other meaningfully.

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Victor knew what Develti meant by doing this, but he smiled and did not interrupt the blond maid. Devilti had been with him for so long, and Victor could not make any promises to her. She was now in the family meeting.

, Victor didn’t mind doing this in front of these middle-level leaders.

De Verti waited uneasily for Victor to stop her. This was her way of finally summoning up the courage to show Victor her new intentions. She was no longer satisfied with being a maid beside him, she wanted to give Victor more.

However, all these thoughts were Dewelti's private thoughts. She had not disclosed it to anyone. Knowing that now, with all the middle-level leaders of the Gref family present, she suddenly chose such a way.

Way to show Victor.

However, after waiting for a long time, she did not hear Victor's objection to her approach. Devildi's heart was filled with a kind of sweetness and secret joy. She smoothed her hair beside her ears as if to cover up, and a dozen big men stayed in one place.

In the small room, some even lit cigarettes, and their breathing and smoke filled the air in the whole room with a dull and dirty feeling.

De Verti walked to the window, opened the curtains with a "swish", and then leaned over to push the window open. The fresh air poured into the room instantly, which made people feel refreshed. De Verti turned around with a smile and looked at

Victor, the most important man in her life, scolded Fang Qiu in front of a group of vicious gang leaders, his eyes full of intoxication.

"Okay," Victor clapped his hands, "Let's all go downstairs and start tonight's carnival..." As soon as the words came out, Victor's heart suddenly jumped, and all the fine hairs on his neck suddenly seemed to stand up.

Like a cold poisonous snake passing by, a layer of tiny goose bumps immediately appeared.

Victor had not felt this feeling for a long time. It was the feeling he had when he was a mercenary in his previous life, messing around on the battlefield, and faced danger. Without thinking, he immediately grabbed De Verti beside him.

, and then threw himself to the ground.

"Wow"...

That was the sound of glass breaking, and then, he felt a violent "whoosh" of wind in his ears, and a bullet passed through his office chair, bringing up a ball of flying catkins...