Reborn American Giants

Govil was in the hall on the first floor, watching the middle-level leaders of the Gref family ascending to the second floor one after another. He felt a little anxious in his heart, but he glanced at the two people who had their arms crossed and were guarding the stairs.

The strong man decisively suppressed his inner restlessness and continued to hold the wine tray while walking among a group of brightly dressed female companions brought by the middle-level leaders of the Gref family.

When the first gunshot rang out, because of the soft music echoing in the hall, no one paid attention. Govil was leaning over, letting a woman wearing a white tight dress get out of the wine holder he was holding high.

A cocktail was taken away.

The topics of conversation between these women are always about clothes, jewelry and their men. From a few words, Govil can also learn a lot of useful information.

Then, the rapid gunfire finally woke up everyone in the hall, and no one knew who it was. A high-pitched scream came out of his mouth, and then the scene became chaotic. These women were like headless flies, scurrying around.

Collide, trying to find a safe place to hide.

A woman with burgundy hair was unable to dodge and was carried by the crowd running around. She let out a sweet cry and knocked over a stack of wine glasses in a pyramid shape. With a clatter, dozens of

The wine glass that had been placed beautifully was broken on the floor, and the man who was pushed

The lady who fell to the ground was lying in a pile of glass fragments, with wounds on her arms and legs cut by sharp glass fragments. However, no one paid attention to her. Everyone was anxious to find a place to hide, but in the hall

How could they hide in such a small place?

Govil was knocked away by a woman. He staggered back a few steps, and the wine tray in his hand fell to the ground. Several wine glasses placed on it were knocked over and the expensive wine flowed on the floor.

It exudes a rich and tangy aroma of wine.

Stabilizing the balance of his body, Govil carefully helped the woman who had fallen into a pile of glass fragments aside, and then pulled out the fragments stuck in her arms and thighs for her. The very charming woman whispered

Sobbing, she said to him: "Thank you..."

Govil casually replied "No", his eyes were still looking at the two guards standing at the stairs. At this moment, they each held a pistol in their hands, and they kept looking at each other in a panic, looking at the chaos in front of them.

They were overwhelmed by the situation and didn't know how to deal with what was happening in front of them.

Listening to the continuous sound of gunshots, the gunman hiding outside should be targeting the second floor. In such a chaotic time, for Govil, it was simply a good opportunity to complete the task more perfectly. He lowered his body

He rushed to the edge of the stairs, grabbed the railing, and said loudly to them: "Hey, man, why are you still here? Listen to the gunfire, the guy outside is targeting your boss. At this time, why are you still here?"

If you don't protect your boss, what are you waiting for?"

The two guards looked at each other again. Perhaps the desire to "get promoted and get rich" defeated the fear of death, or for some other reason. One of them, a big man with some Arabic numerals tattooed on his face, looked at the other.

One of the guards nodded fiercely, and the two of them rushed up to the second floor.

Govil watched the two guards guarding the stairs disappear. He took off the black vest that represented the waiter, then stuffed it under a dining table, and ran away without anyone noticing.

Went up to the second floor.

It can be seen that some of the gang leaders who were just so majestic are now like a group of frightened groundhogs, lying in the corridor with their heads covered, and a series of bullets hit the walls with dust flying everywhere.

Before attending the banquet, their weapons had been taken away, so at this moment they had no weapons to fight back against the gunmen outside the window. They could only hold their heads, curl up as much as possible, reduce the overall exposed area, and pray to God

With his blessing, bullets can bypass him.

The two guards just now were squatting half-crouching at the door of a room, holding up the pistols in their hands, ducking and shooting to the other side from time to time.

There was another burst of busy footsteps downstairs behind him, and Govil was shocked. He stood up, ran to a half-open door next to him, and then ducked in. This was a bathroom, illuminated by dim lights.

Govil's nervous expression gave people a strange feeling.

Govil entered the bathroom and immediately closed the door with his backhand. Then he pressed his ear tightly against the wooden door, paying attention to the movement outside.

After a burst of busy footsteps, it was quiet for a while, followed by another burst of noisy voices. It should be the sound of a large group of people coming downstairs. It sounded very urgent, and I didn't know who was actually there.

There were casualties in the assassination. Govil held himself down with his hands.

His chest was rising and falling violently, and his heart was beating as if it was about to pop out of his throat. He took two long breaths, then made a fist with his right hand and beat his chest hard twice before he could barely suppress it.

Get that intense feeling.

After that, the noisy sound lasted for about twenty minutes. Govil remained motionless, pricking up his ears and listening to the movement outside the door. After a period of noise outside, he fell into silence. He cautiously

He opened the door a crack and observed the movement in the corridor. If there was any sign of trouble, as long as there was any sign of trouble now, Govil was ready to give up the action he had decided without authorization.

But he didn't notice any movement. There was not a single person in the corridor that was full of people running for cover just now.

Govil closed the door again and muttered a few words, "Gover, you are the best..." to encourage himself. Then he opened the door and headed towards the room that was attacked just now.

Touch the room.

It can be seen that after the shooting, the room was in chaos. The entire glass on the street side was shattered on the floor. Several books, documents and the like on the desk were scattered on the floor. The room facing the door was

On the back of an office chair, a big hole was staring coldly at Govil's face. There were pools of blood on the ground, staining the gray carpet red. The walls were also covered with dark bullet holes, and an oil painting was dangling.

It was hung crookedly, but it was not damaged.

Time was very tight, and someone might come up at any time. Govil jogged a few steps and walked directly to the desk in front of him. It could be seen that the table was covered with a pile of books. Govil had no interest in these. He tried

I pulled a row of drawers on the right, but fortunately they were not locked. In the first drawer, in addition to a stack of documents, there was also a Beretta 92f pistol and a black leather notebook.

Govil picked up the stack of documents and flipped through it casually. It turned out to be a stack of tax returns from a construction company. It had nothing to do with any criminal activities. He put the stack of documents back to its original place and Govier picked up the book.

The black leather notebook is open.

This is a list. On the first page at the beginning, there are some names listed. Govier clearly saw the names of several city government officials, as well as several acquaintances, including police officers from the San Salvador City Police Department.

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Behind each person's name, there seemed to be an account number of a certain bank, followed by a series of numbers similar to a serial number. This should be a directory list with detailed records. A burst of ecstasy surged into Govil's body.

In my mind, this is definitely a detailed list of corrupt government officials and police officers bribed by the Gref family. This is simply like a super luxury gift package falling from the sky and hitting Govil's head. As long as he takes this "thing" back,

He will receive unimaginable honors and applause.

Vaguely, there was a sound outside the door. Govil couldn't wait to put the black leather notebook into his arms, and then quietly stepped out...