Reborn American Giants

The streets of San Salvador are quiet at night, with few people around. Ordinary people rarely go out at night. The reason? It’s because of the gang members standing on the corner now. San Salvador at night belongs to them.

A line of three speeding cars broke the silence. Victor was sitting in the back seat of one of the Mercedes-Benz cars, holding a bloody De Verdi in his arms. He pressed a coat tightly with his right hand, and then

Press on the wound on her right chest to minimize blood loss.

Victor lowered his head and listened carefully to De Weerdi's chest. He could feel that his heart was still beating slowly, but very weakly. He raised his head and urged Atuo, who was concentrating on driving, loudly: "Hurry up.

a little……"

Through the rearview mirror, Ato could see the anxiety and panic on Victor's face. This was a look he had never seen since following Victor, but he had already stepped on the accelerator of the car to the bottom. But Ato did not defend himself.

He understood Victor's mood very well, so he just replied: "Understood, sir," and then concentrated on driving the car.

Victor knew that Ato had already driven the car as fast as possible, but he couldn't help but urge it, as if this could alleviate his inner anxiety a little bit...

The speeding car quickly arrived at the nearest St. Mary's Mission Hospital. Ato stopped at the entrance of the hospital, then jumped out of the car and opened the car door. Victor held De Verdi in his arms and couldn't wait to wait for the medical staff to push the stretcher over.

He ran towards the hospital, with Atuo and several bodyguards following behind him.

Until an emergency doctor and two nurses came over with a stretcher cart and took De Wildi over. The doctor leaned over and opened De Wildi's eyelids, observed her pupils, and conducted a preliminary examination.

"The patient was shot in the right chest and lost a lot of blood. After confirming the blood type, blood transfusion will be done immediately." The doctor cut open De Verdi's purple gown. A wound less than one centimeter in diameter appeared in front of Victor's eyes. He pressed a few times gently.

Next, the doctor confirmed that there was no penetrating injury and the bullet should still be in the injured person's body. He quickly ordered the nurse: "The bullet should be stuck in the ribs. Call Dr. Diego and prepare for the second operating room."

,Thoracotomy..."...

"Sir, the front is the operating room. You can't go in..." Victor followed the stretcher truck until he was stopped by a nurse and turned around anxiously. He hated this feeling of being unable to do anything and feeling extremely powerless.

, now that we have arrived at the hospital, everything can only be left to the doctor...

"Sir..." A'tuo stood next to Victor and shouted in a low voice, with a look on his face that he was hesitant to speak.

"Say," Victor came back to his senses and raised his hands to comb his hair. Only then did he see that his hands were covered in blood stains formed by dried blood.

"Devilti is being rescued now, God will make her better," Atto didn't know what to say.

"It's really damn..."

Victor angrily kicked a trash can next to him. The loud noise attracted the attention of everyone in the hospital. A young nurse was about to step forward to dissuade him, but when he saw several people following Victor,

A sturdy bodyguard was too timid to come over. He just shouted from the side: "Sir, please calm down..."

"Sorry, Miss Nurse, my boss is in a bad mood. Please accept this as compensation..." Atuo stopped the nurse and took out a stack of dollars from his pocket, which seemed to be almost a thousand dollars.

Left and right, without counting, he thrust it into the nurse's hand and took her aside.

Victor ignored what Atuo did. He sat on a bench in the corridor, took a few long deep breaths, and forced himself to calm down. Anger was completely useless now...

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Victor got into the car and took De Verti to the hospital. Motta did not follow him, and he had to stay to deal with the aftermath. A large number of armed men blocked the entire Fandino slum, and then launched a carpet search to ensure that the killer had no other

The accomplices are still lurking in the

In the slums, the vicious low-level gang members of the Gref family broke into every house. Any "stranger" who was not guaranteed by anyone would be detained first. The little boss who directed the search operation had already sent a message, don't let it go.

Anywhere in the slums.

Among the middle-level leaders of the Gref family, Senato Antillotti and Busceta Cavison were unfortunately shot dead. Their widows are squatting in front of their bodies at the moment, covering their faces and crying. In addition, there are also difficulties.

Peso, he was lucky that he was only shot in the arm and was not seriously injured.

Motta summoned the remaining leaders. He looked at the middle-level family leaders who were standing in front of him with some lingering fears, and said loudly: "Too many things happened tonight. Brother Senato and Brother Buscetta are very unfortunate.

After leaving us, now, I want you to return to your respective neighborhoods immediately, disperse all your spies, and pay close attention to the movements of several other gangs. At this time, we must know about any signs of trouble."

Cambiso's shoulder injury had been simply bandaged, and he shouted with a ferocious expression: "Boss Mota, it's not that I don't respect your decision, but won't we investigate the instigator behind the gunman this time?"

Having just survived the catastrophe, Cambiso was frightened and thankful, but a strong anger surged into his heart. If not for God's blessing, he almost died at the gunpoint of the assassin.

Motta nodded to Cambiso, looked at his distorted face and said: "Of course not, no matter who is behind it, we will never let them go. The reason why we let you return to your respective neighborhoods is to let them go."

You collect all kinds of information. No matter who arranged this assassination, there will be clues left behind. I want you to closely pursue any suspicious clues. As long as the conspirator behind it appears, we will definitely let him know. Gref

The dignity of the family cannot be violated."

"Ya...", "Kill those sons of bitches"... The middle-level leaders present responded angrily. Just now under the gunpoint of the killer, they were like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, with no way to fight back.

This made the leaders who had great power in their respective neighborhoods feel ashamed and annoyed. They swore that no matter who was behind it, they would make him pay with blood...

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Seeing all the leaders scolding and leaving, Motta rubbed his eyebrows. Victor was not here now, so he could only calm down the angry middle-level family leaders and stabilize the situation.

"Boss Mota, we have been sent away," Banban came closer. He had just summoned the employees of Figueras Company, which had contracted the banquet, and warned everyone not to talk nonsense outside. The leader of the company shouted loudly

With the promise of "not talking nonsense", he handed over a thick stack of "hush money" to the other party, and then watched the people from the etiquette company leave in a panic.

"Call Piru and ask him to bring someone here," Mota whispered to Banban: "Let him strengthen the security force first, and wait until Boss Victor comes back to talk about the rest."

Motta is aware of where the assassin came from, but the Medellin Group is far away in Colombia, and the power of the Gref family is "out of reach". If Victor wants to choose revenge, Motta is worried about how to deal with it.

What happens next...