Reborn American Giants

Victor looked around at this "luxury" prison. Yes, "luxury", it was a room made up of three warehouses with walls opened up. The floor was covered with ceramic tiles, so smooth that a human face could shine through.

In front of a TV, several Italian leather sofas formed a semicircle, and a coffee table was filled with drinks and drinks. Victor actually saw a bar counter. Yes, it was the kind in a bar, but it was much smaller.

, the cabinets are filled with various drinks, and the light above the head is not a dim light, but a very soft white light.

I took a quick look and saw that there were seven or eight people in the room at the moment, divided into two piles. Three people were sitting on stools at the bar, drinking. The other five people were sitting on the sofa in a circle, smoking cigarettes and playing poker.

There were quite a lot of people, but it was surprisingly quiet.

There was an exhaust fan installed on the outer wall of the warehouse. Victor took a deep breath and smelled the smell of lavender. It smelled very good and made him relax. There was no other sound in his ears, so Victor could only focus on

There was a small "creep" sound coming from the ceiling fan overhead.

When several people in the room saw Motta, they quickly put down what they were doing and stood with their hands tied. A black man in his 30s who was drinking at the bar came over.

Victor didn't notice this man at first because he was sitting on a bar stool and looked very inconspicuous. But as soon as he moved, Victor felt his breath suffocate. He had a bald head, a majestic body, and the clothes on his body seemed to be a bit ill-fitting.

The muscle bulges below were exposed, and the eyes were a little yellow. He looked towards Victor, like a jackal staring at his prey.

Mota didn't seem to care and waved for others to continue. He took out a cup from the bar, poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Victor, and then signaled to the black man, "Relax, Aguero, this is Papa

The person you want to meet has already found out the details and is one of our own." Mota emphasized the word "one of his own" with an accent. After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and licked his lips.

Victor listened to Motta's words with no expression, but his mind noticed the "one's own people" mentioned by Motta. It seems that Sorvino was sent to prison. It is not an easy matter. As a result, he can't even do anything to the people within the organization.

To believe it, you need to screen them one by one, and these people in the room now seem to be people Sorvino can confirm will not betray him and can be trusted.

At this time, there was a loud curse and the sound of banging things coming from behind a drawn curtain. Victor strained his ears to hear it. It was Spanish slang, and the words were spoken too fast, so he could not hear clearly.

After a while, the curtain was lifted, and Victor vaguely saw that the interior was decorated like a hotel room, with a large bed in the center, and a naked woman lying on it, as if she was sleeping soundly.

A fat white man about 50 years old, wearing a pair of patterned beach pants and shirtless, walked out. Yes, he was very "white" and very "fat". It made people wonder how he could grow like this. Fat accumulated in his abdomen.

, the whole waist is like a bucket, the face is full of flesh, and the eyes are squeezed to make them look particularly small, but there is a fierce look inside. The body is clean, without any tattoos.

This fat white man is Gref Sovino Nevares, the supreme leader of the Gref family who controls the Vandino slum. Anyone who has never seen him will never think of this fat white man in front of him as cruel and cruel.

Vicious, connected drug lords who control half of San Salvador's drug business.

However, Victor would not make such a mistake. When he saw several other people standing with their hands tied and their heads hanging down, he also lowered his head immediately.

Sorvino, the fat white man, walked to the bar, waved to Mota to pour him a glass of wine, drank it in one breath, and then cursed: "Damn the Trout Gang and the Fallen Brotherhood, these bastards cut off our access.

Well, Lago reported to me that because other gangs have colluded with the government, he has returned the family's power to Fandino and temporarily given up fighting with them, damn it."

No one in Mota's group said a word, but lowered their heads. Sorvino felt bored, grabbed the bottle, poured another glass of wine, and drank it hard, as if his enemy was in front of him.

You have to pounce on them and slit their throats.

After taking a breath, Sorvino turned to Motta and said, "This is the kid from last night." Mota confirmed, "Yes, Papa, that's him, he's a little mouse.

"

"Oh? Look up, my cute little mouse, there is no need to be nervous in front of Papa who loves you the most."

Victor cursed in his heart and raised his head. He had been desperately searching deep in his memory just now, and finally found out why Mota affectionately called him "little mouse".

Victor was an orphan since he was a child. He was born and raised in Fandino. His parents were also gang members. At that time, Sorvino had not unified the entire slum, so there were various gang fights and assassinations in the slum. Victor's parents died in a gang incident.

During the battle, he became an orphan and was adopted by Sorvino, along with a group of children.

Sorvino did not adopt orphans for any charity. These orphans grew up in slums and were adopted by him. When they grew up, they automatically joined his family because these children have relied on Sorvino for their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Nuo, and Sorvino also showed his so-called "love" in a timely manner, so when these orphans grew up, their loyalty to Sorvino was much more stable than that of others. Therefore, Sorvino was kind

He calls Victor "cute little mouse" and calls himself "Papa" who loves him the most.

"This is a dead fat man, this is a dead fat man," Victor thought wildly in his heart, but he showed it by kneeling down on one knee submissively, lowering his head, holding Sorvino's outstretched right hand in his hands, and kissed him

A huge sapphire ring on her middle finger.

"Great Papa, may the Lord bless you with good health, Amen"

"Well, my dear little mouse, the Lord will not receive your prayers. You should pray to Satan, hahaha!" Sorvino was very satisfied with Victor's submission and burst into laughter.

Victor stood up, lowered his head, and tried hard not to let others see his eyes. He swore that this damn fat man would one day be like this, kneeling in front of him and begging for his forgiveness.

Sorvino stopped laughing, turned to the others and said: "The Lord once said, do not be afraid, for those who are with us are more than those who are with them."

"So the Trout Gang and the Brotherhood, we will definitely not let them go, blood for blood."

Sorvino shouted, then raised his right hand, with his middle finger and ring finger curled, and his thumb, index finger and little finger stretched out straight, like the devil's horns.

Others, including Victor, held out the same gesture and shouted together: "Blood debt must be paid with blood, blood debt must be paid with blood."

Sorvino showed a vicious smile, "I'm here to warn you,"

"You live for God, you live for your mother, you die for the gang."

"Remember this."