Reborn American Giants

The streets of New York in the 1980s were a bit more dilapidated and chaotic than those of later generations.

Of course, because Manhattan is home to a large number of the world's top corporate headquarters, banks, investment institutions, exchanges, etc., it doesn't look much different from later generations.

The New York police also regard this place as a top priority, deploying a large number of police forces to maintain law and order. In addition, the gang organizations also know that the wealthy people on Wall Street are not within their reach, so it seems to be the same as the free world promoted by the Americans.

It is somewhat similar to the paradise of New York. The tall buildings, overwhelming neon advertisements, and all-encompassing shops show the prosperity of New York to the world.

But other boroughs in New York are very different from Manhattan. Ato kept driving forward. He raised his head and glanced at Victor sitting in the back seat in the rearview mirror. When he saw that his husband did not speak, he

Turning the steering wheel, the Mercedes-Benz quickly drove onto the Manhattan Bridge, crossed the East River and entered Brooklyn.

As the largest and most populous borough in New York City, official statistics show that Brooklyn is home to 2.1 million immigrants from all over the world within its 251 square kilometers. In private, the number of unregistered illegal immigrants is officially

Many times, these illegal immigrants from Russia, Eastern Europe, South Asia and the Middle East are struggling to survive in Brooklyn with their longing for the United States.

With the decline of the five mafia families that control New York, other gangs that were originally suppressed by the mafia have emerged. At the same time, a large number of immigrants from Eastern Europe and Latin America have arrived, and the battle between local gangs and gangs composed of immigrants has become increasingly fierce.

Fierce gun battles often occur in the streets and alleys, and the extremely high crime rate makes Brooklyn famous around the world.

The scene outside the car window made Victor feel like he was back in San Salvador. Due to the temperature, the white smoke emitted from the sewer outlet carried a pungent smell of ammonia. Under the elevated subway bridge, there were dense businesses offering services from

From famous brand products to cheap and discounted goods, vegetables and fruits, catering snacks, fashionable clothing, shoes, hats and glasses, gold and silver jewelry, flower gifts, furniture and lighting, medicines and groceries, etc.

However, some gang members who appeared in small groups on the streets reminded Victor that the security here was not as good as it seemed. The graffiti everywhere seemed unable to vent the anger of the gang members. Several people had their heads tied

A black man wearing a red headscarf and sweatpants that exposed his ankles was dragging two women who must have been passing by into a side alley. It was obvious what would happen.

There seemed to be a traffic jam ahead, and the car was moving very slowly. Victor lowered the window and watched the two young women struggling and shouting for help, but they were strangled from behind, and they let out a "wuwu" scream, little by little.

After being dragged into the alley, those who noticed this situation lowered their heads and quickened their pace. It seemed that courageous acts of kindness were something that needed to be vigorously promoted no matter where they were.

Shaking his head, Victor rolled up the car window. He had no intention of being a hero at all. He could only think that these two women were unlucky. Walking alone on the street despite knowing the security situation in Brooklyn was not a way to seek death.

Several black people laughed and joked with each other, joking and arguing about who would get on first. One of the black people turned his head and saw the Mercedes-Benz passing by them, and noticed Victor sitting in the back seat using the

A pair of black eyes looked at them.

By some strange combination of circumstances, the young black gang member picked up a stone on the ground and threw it towards the raised car window.

Victor retracted his gaze and was about to let Atuo drive back to the hotel. A loud "boom" made him startle. He squatted down instinctively. When he turned around, he saw broken traces like spider webs on the car window.

He almost thought he had been attacked again.

However, looking through the cracked car window, I saw a black man wearing a red turban outside the window, putting away the throwing action of his right hand, raising a middle finger towards Victor, and still cursing and pinching in his mouth.

What are you wearing?

"Sir, are you okay?" Ato responded quickly. He stepped on the brakes immediately, then turned around and asked Victor. At the same time, he also noticed the movements of the black man outside the car, but Ato did not act on his own.

He advocated getting out of the car and protecting Victor's safety was his first priority.

"I'm fine," Victor shook his head and continued to cast his gaze outside the car. Then he watched Porfirio and other bodyguards following closely behind the car rush towards the gangsters, and then beat them with three punches and two kicks.

He fell to the ground, and then he slowly opened the door and got out of the car. Standing there was the young black man whose hands were twisted behind his back by Porfirio and whose face was pressed tightly against the rough concrete floor.

The two young women whose necks were strangled and whose mouths were covered struggled to break free from the restraints of the gang members behind them. One of them, a young woman with blond hair and a ponytail, looked around. What happened here had aroused the attention of the people around her.

Notice that some gang members with red headscarves on their heads have begun to approach slowly. This woman decisively held the hand of her companion and approached Victor and his group while still shouting

: "sir, please help

Me..." Now it seems that Victor is their only "savior".

Ignoring the woman's cry for help, Victor squatted down, grabbed the young black man's hair, and lifted it up hard, but Porfirio behind him did not let go of his hands that were suppressing the other man, causing the black man to have to raise his head, like

Like a prawn, he bent his body backwards and looked at Victor with his face covered in blood and scratches.

"Tell me, why did you smash my car?" Victor's tone did not waver.

"Fake," the black man was quite tough. He had already seen a dozen accomplices belonging to the same gang approaching him. He had been brewing for a long time before spitting out a bloody mouthful at Victor.

spit, and then a low growl came out of his throat, "You are dead, bastard, I will definitely make you kneel in front of your lj uncle and beg for mercy."

Victor turned his head to get out of the way of the oncoming saliva attack, and got a little stain on his shoulder, "Does this mean you are not going to reason with me?"

He let go of the hair in his hands and let the black gangster who called himself "Uncle LJ" hit his head heavily on the hard ground. Victor seemed to hear a "click" sound as the bridge of his nose was broken, and then,

A stream of red blood spurted out from the opponent's face, and a shrill scream came from his mouth.

With a smile on his face, Victor took out a white handkerchief, wiped off the saliva mixed with blood on his shoulder, and said to himself: "It's just right, I don't intend to be reasonable."

"Hey, you bastard, let go of lj quickly, or else I'll make you look good."

"Yes, bastard, let our people go quickly..."

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Noticing the situation here, several black gang members who were also wearing red turbans gathered around heard LJ's screams. They came over with some machetes and bats, and yelled for Victor to let him go.

Open your own companions.

The two girls who were almost killed were holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at the ferocious faces of those gang members and the weapons wielded in their hands, they couldn't help but worry about their next fate.

The girl with a ponytail and a more decisive look cast her eyes on Victor, who had his back to them. Now, whether they could escape from this hellish place completely depended on Victor.

The police were nowhere to be seen, and Atuo and three other bodyguards drew out their weapons and aimed at the gang members who were surrounding them, looking eager to take action.

Victor could clearly see that facing the guns of Atuo and others, the gang members holding cold weapons hesitated for a moment. Some of them instinctively wanted to run away, but were stopped by several older-looking men.

The black men yelled, "LJ has been arrested, think about the consequences of Boss Jacob knowing the news." The black men plucked up the courage and came closer.

Ato aimed at a gang member who was running at the front and wielding a machete. He pulled the trigger in his hand without hesitation. As the Glock pistol in his hand shook slightly, the barrel braked quickly and was thrown out.

A 9 mm Ruger cartridge case, and he saw the other party holding his thigh and wailing on the ground. The gang members behind him looked at the black smoke coming out of the gun muzzle in Atuo's hand. They hesitated for a while and looked at each other.

"Hey, it seems like you are still an important person," Victor used his foot to fiddle with the black man's head, who was still pressed to the ground.

LJ didn't say anything. He seemed to understand that he was in Victor's hands. The hero didn't want to suffer the loss, but looked at Victor with a pair of resentful eyes.

The passers-by around had heard the clear gunfire, and saw the weapons held up in the hands of Atuo and others, as well as the gang members surrounding them. The streets that seemed lively just now suddenly became deserted, and from time to time one could see the door of the store.

Saw a few prying heads.

"You just smashed my car with this hand." This is an affirmative sentence. The harsh "whining" sound of the police car can be heard in the distance. It seems that the police are about to arrive. Victor fiddles with this thing called

Lj's black man's right hand, although this is the United States, Victor is not prepared to let him go so easily.

As soon as he finished speaking, Victor held down the black man's right hand, grabbed a fist-sized rock on the side of the road, and smashed it down hard...