Reborn American Giants

"Butcha, that's what I'll call you," Victor looked at Bouchacareson, who was thinking about him with slightly nervous eyes after asking his question in one breath, and said, "You really want a verbal

Guarantee? After everything you have experienced, do you still believe in this verbal promise?"

Victor sighed softly, "As long as I want, I can make promises to you very easily. As for whether these promises will be fulfilled, what do you think?"

Bucha was silent, Victor was right, the current situation is that MS-13 needs Victor's help.

After leading a group of soldiers to New York, Bucha discovered that in the army, they only learned a bunch of military skills. As for work, burdened with the status of stowaways, they could only work illegally, not only their wages

They have to be deducted a lot from their sinister boss, and they also have to worry about being deported back to El Salvador if they are caught by the immigration bureau. And they are a group of rebel soldiers charged with "military rebellion", and the final result will be a military court.

trial, and then shot directly.

So Bucha led a group of soldiers who had emerged from the smoke of the civil war and simply formed a small gang. This was MS-13 - the Crazy Salvadorans.

In order to gain a foothold, Bucha had to use more ruthless means to seize the ownership of two streets in the Latino neighborhood from a small local black gang. For this reason, the relationship with the local gang became very tense.

nervous.

Bucha worked hard to recruit new people from Salvadoran immigrants, while guarding against the eyes of other gangs.

At this time, Rondorio came to the door on behalf of Victor, who was also from El Salvador. Bucha thought about it for a while and decided to meet with Victor before making the final decision.

Pies do not fall from the sky for no reason, and it is very possible that what falls into your arms is a time bomb.

Bucha couldn't help but worry that the situation faced by ms-13 was not very good. As a young gang, its job was to steal food from local gang bowls. For this reason, ms-13 has already

He has made countless enemies, and the reason why no one has taken action yet is because his gang of murderers who came out of the civil war are always ready to cut off their legs with their swords, and use brutal methods to scare these gangsters who have never seen the world.

Bullying.

However, Bucha knew very well that this situation could not last long. When the local gangs figured out the details of MS-13, they would definitely swarm them and sink these former Salvadoran government soldiers who had offended their dignity into the Hudson River.

.

But now, facing Victor's rhetorical question, Bucha unexpectedly put aside his worries about the future and fate of MS-13. If Dolio was right, Victor was a big shot, and he would never focus on coaxing him, a little guy.

For a small gang leader, he could just write a lot of bad checks without explaining to him.

"Mr. Jose, what do you need the small gang of MS-13 to do for you?" The gang needed support. Now that he had made a decision, Bucha had developed a decisive character through his military career, so he asked directly.

Victor understood Bucha's current mentality very well. When faced with sudden benefits, he would instinctively doubt the other party's purpose as a military officer, and would only choose whether to accept it after carefully weighing whether it was dangerous.

It can be seen that Bucha is a cautious person. Such a person is more conservative than aggressive.

The MS-13 that Victor wants is like later generations, which can make the FBI, DEA and other powerful law enforcement agencies in the United States helpless. Trump, the president who has always been a big mouth, can't bear it anymore and publicly declares war on the international gangster on Twitter.

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This will not only provide assistance for some of his actions in the future, but will also attract the attention of the U.S. drug enforcement agencies for Victor. Therefore, the "Crazy Salvador" should, as its name suggests, be even crazier.

"Bucha, please don't worry. What I want you to do is not something dangerous. On the contrary, we are all Salvadoran people. I deeply respect your efforts to protect Salvadoran immigrants from being oppressed by local gangs. You are using other methods to protect Salvadoran immigrants from being oppressed by local gangs.

A way to fulfill my oath to protect the people. I deeply admire this.

Therefore, I will provide you with funds, weapons and manpower to help you develop and grow."

"Thank you, Mr. Jose, please rest assured that the crazy Salvadorans will absolutely obey your orders..." Buchacareson swore his oath as he patted his chest...

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Benjamin Jacobs was circling around the room irritably, trying to suppress the impulse of destruction in his heart. He could no longer care about his nephew's affairs. The bad situation facing the Blood Gang was what he should be worrying about.

According to his orders, Karl Dennis has shrunk all the gang's business. The bulk business on the street has completely stopped, and customers have been severely lost. But even so, the inventory of the white elf is still shrinking. At the current speed, the inventory can still be maintained at best.

The supply will be exhausted in about three days.

Someone from his subordinates has come to report to him. People from other gangs have appeared on the streets, especially the Crips Gang, the old enemy of the Blood Gang. They openly crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and sold Thunder Happy Powder into the territory of the Blood Gang.

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These street territories were fought for by Benjamin and his brothers from the Blood Gang, street by street, with their blood and lives.

No one would commit a crime for no reason, and no one would follow a gang leader without any pursuit of interests. So many black people gathered around Benjamin, all they wanted was money and enjoyment.

The loss of street territory will result in the loss of manpower, and the loss of manpower will cause the inability to defend the streets, forming a vicious cycle. In this case, the New York Blood Gang will become weaker step by step. Therefore, in this situation,

Benjamin must not let it deteriorate.

While arranging his men to fight back all the members of the Crips Gang who entered the Blood Gang's territory to bulk cargo, Benjamin understood that if there was no replenishment of goods, this kind of life would never last long, not to mention the drug addicts who could not buy drugs.

, his subordinates obey his leadership because he can bring benefits to everyone.

The only fate for a leader who cannot lead the people to seek benefits is death.

So Benjamin immediately grabbed the phone on the table and called "Lion" Leon, the head of the Cali Group in New York.

After two beeps, the call was quickly connected, and Leon's lazy voice came from the receiver.

"Hey! Who is this?"

"Leon, it's me, Benjamin..."

"Hey, buddy, it's you. I was just about to call you, but you called me first.

Let me tell you some good news. Your shipment left the port of Barbados the day before yesterday. According to the distance, it should arrive at the Port of New York tonight. How about thanking me quickly. For your shipment, I am

It took a lot of effort.”

Before Benjamin even opened his mouth to ask, he was swallowed back by Leon's "good" news, and he could only say "thank you" against his will.

After hanging up the phone, Benjamin sat in a large office chair and pondered. This time, things were not that simple. Why would the Cali Group suddenly cut off the blood gang's supply of cocaine?

He has already sent people to investigate. If it is true, as Leon said, that it is because DEA has united with other forces to blockade the Gulf of Venezuela, then other gangs should be in the same situation as the Blood Gang and have a shortage of inventory.

However, according to the reports from the dispatched men, business was booming in the neighborhoods controlled by several other gangs in Brooklyn. The Blood Gang was out of stock, and the gangs that were originally suppressed by the Blood Gang began to open up to drug addicts.

We supply, hoping to take the opportunity to establish our own brand.

However, Benjamin buried this matter in his heart and did not disclose it to anyone. He had to observe the situation carefully to be sure. If someone really wanted to make some small move against the Blood Gang, he would let the person behind the scenes take care of it.

Experience the blood gang's "blood for blood" style.

"Carl, Carl, you nigger, get out of here," Benjamin raised his voice and shouted twice after hanging up the phone.

Carl Dennis, who had been staying outside the house, opened the door and entered the room, standing respectfully in front of Benjamin, waiting for the boss's instructions.

"If you arrange manpower tonight, you should pick up the goods at the same place," Benjamin said solemnly, "You must pay attention, I don't want any problems with this batch of goods."

"Yes, Boss Jacob," Carl secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news. Those old customers of the Blood Gang would not make trouble in front of Boss Jacob, and it was entirely up to him to try his best to appease them, otherwise

As early as two days ago, those old customers had already switched to others and got goods from other gangs.

Benjamin watched Karl go down to prepare the manpower and prepare to receive the goods tonight. He sat alone in the manager's room of the Goblin Bar, silent.

What he didn't expect was that after hanging up the phone with him, Leon immediately dialed another number...