Reborn American Giants

January is coming to an end, and the vacation of the San Salvador City Council is coming to an end. Victor needs to hurry up. His secretary Cecillo has already called to inform him that the Christian Democratic Party headquarters office has sent a notice to the parliament.

On the first weekend of starting work, a national member conference of the Christian Democratic Party will be held to prepare for mobilization for the general election to be held in March this year.

As the supervisor of the San Salvador City Council of the Christian Democratic Party, Victor had better not miss such a meeting. So now, he has to deal with the affairs of New York as soon as possible.

Gary Parr of the Crips Gang and Bouchacareson of MS-13 followed his instructions and intensified their erosion of the Blood Gang's territory.

The two gangs gathered a large number of people and began to break into the black area of ​​Brooklyn and began to compete with the blood gang members for control of the streets.

Crips gang members wearing blue clothes and BK (which happens to be the abbreviation of blood killer, so they are favored by Crips gang members) series sneakers are on the territory of the Brooklyn Bloods gang, handing out free "samples" to drug addicts.

, this is the sales strategy of these black gangs.

These people are drug testers. They have to guarantee to the Crips that the drug they taste and approve must be the best drug they have ever smoked in this place.

Charlie Burney is one of the drug trial users, and he was also one of the first people to buy drugs after the "Crip Gang" store opened this morning. "High-purity luda for $20," he said, and bought $20.

"Thunder Cocaine", "This stuff is fucking dynamite!"

He handed a crumpled, yellowed $20 bill to Tevin Bickles (known as "Dice"), who today is the leader of these street drug dealers, responsible for managing daily affairs and soliciting customers.

Tony didn't know what the hell he had eaten in the morning, and he had already gone to the toilet three times in the morning, resulting in a shortage of manpower. On a whim, he temporarily acted as a solicitor.

These businessmen have to introduce to customers what products are available today, shout the product names, and introduce the advantages of the products to any customers who may buy drugs within earshot of the customers. In addition, they have to be responsible for collecting money.

And guarantee a lot of cash.

Des took Charlie to the other side of the house. He was waiting there, and Des gestured to Skinny Pete. Pete was 17 years old, as thin as a telephone pole, and he was responsible for picking up the goods today. Look.

At Dice's signal, Pete ran to the back of the building and came back with a plastic bag filled with chewing gum-sized pieces of "Thunder Cocaine."

Twenty dollars, just a few bucks. He eagerly took the two small bags that Skinny Pete handed him with trembling hands. Charlie put the bags to his nose like he was holding a Bible and took a deep breath.

, seeing his intoxicated look, Dais smiled and cursed: "You damn poisonous insect, go back to your doghouse and enjoy yourself."

Charlie glanced at Dais with gratitude. I don’t know what happened recently. The Blood Gang who originally occupied this block seemed to have suddenly become a good man and no longer sold goods to individual customers like them. This made people who had already become drug addicts

Charlie, who was addicted, couldn't stand it at all. The methadone and buprenor that he got from the drugstore were not satisfying at all.

Until a few nights ago, when a group of Hispanics wielding long jungle knives defeated the Blood Gang in this neighborhood, Charlie can still remember lying on the window sill, secretly watching the people on the street whose thighs were being cut.

The chopped-off niggas clutched their thighs and died in despair. Charlie was sure that the screams could be heard in the entire neighborhood...

The police arrived quickly, but the idiots who came here to "sweep the floor" could only smell farts, and the vicious Hispanics had long since disappeared without a trace.

After knocking on doors door-to-door and taking notes, after completing these formal procedures, the policemen wearing big-brimmed hats left under the indifferent eyes of the people in Block Street. Early the next morning, these cripples in blue helped

The crowd showed up at the "market" in Block Block, their drug shop opened, and drug addicts like Charlie had a good place to shop again...

He took out a few pieces of "Thunder Cocaine" wrapped like spherical fruit candies from the bag and stuffed them all into his socks. Then Charlie hummed a little tune and left leisurely.

Charlie left with the "goods" he scanned in the morning. "Another satisfied customer," Dais said, looking at Charlie's retreating back.

"We can make a fortune selling this batch of goods," said Flex Butler, Tony's assistant.

"Niggers," Dais clapped his hands so that his boys could hear him, "please work harder, I'm going to treat you tonight."

"Wwoohoo..." Dais's generosity caused his niggas to cry and howl, and they shouted even harder, just like street food vendors selling their "tacos."

"Have some luda!" a drug dealer shouted to a pair of drug addicts passing by.

"Come and try notorious!" another drug dealer shouted at a slowly approaching car...

"Yeah, business is going to be good today," Des said to Flex. "It's the weekend, so we're opening a little early. The junkies can't wait. I have to save for my kids."

Money! Cribs, diapers, clothes, everything costs money. My kids will be spoiled."

Dess was talking about his pregnant girlfriend Kelly. She had just found out two weeks ago that she was already about four weeks pregnant. This made Dess so happy that he couldn't wait to announce to everyone that he was going to be a father, and now he

He began to think about what his children needed, their future education... Damn it, he couldn't let his children go to public schools like those niggas in the slums, and hang out on the streets at a young age...

It seems that Dess will be a good father...

"Do you think they will give up if we openly occupy the territory of the Blood Gang?" Flex asked with some worry. He knew very well that in New York, the strength of the Crips Gang was not as strong as that of the Blood Gang. If he could, he would rather stand

To the stronger side, but who said he was a nigger who grew up in the Bronx? There was only the Crips Gang there.

"Hey, Fu (Flex's nickname), don't worry. When the Blood Gang comes, the Salvadorans will naturally deal with it. We are only responsible for selling goods," Dais patted his deputy on the shoulder.

They seemed a little unconcerned. The Crips Gang had already formed an alliance with MS-13. The Salvadorans were responsible for defeating the Blood Gang manpower in the local neighborhood, and the Crips Gang immediately followed up and immediately started business and occupied the neighborhood.

"Those guys are so damn scary," Flex seemed to be a little frightened by the ferocity of the MS-13 people. A middle-level gangster like him has already passed the stage of fighting and killing. He is now

He is more like a businessman, running his business in a grand manner, rather than a street fight like Scarface.

"Shh..."

Recalling a whistle in the distance, Dais looked over and saw that it was 18-year-old Savant Sharp. Today he was responsible for looking out and watching the 14th Avenue entering the Bullock neighborhood to guard against the police or competitors of the "Crips Gang"

Members of the Blood Gang approach.

The other members of the Crips Gang who heard the whistle hurriedly packed up their things and moved closer to Dais. From a distance, Sawant made a shoe-slapping motion, which meant that members of the Crips Gang's rival Blood Gang were approaching. This

It is their code. If Sawant touches his forehead, it means he is a patrolman wearing a hat.

"Niggers, fuck you guys," Dess gritted his teeth and yelled at the 18 or 9-year-old young people who were looking at him with a twisted face. Before sending them here, Boss Gary Pal once said that he would not

I hope to hear the news that someone has lost the block he just obtained. If anyone disappoints him, then he will make him despair. There are several of them here. Dais will never hope that he is the desperate "him"

"Among them.

Watching these young niggas excitedly take the weapons distributed by Flex, and then lie down behind the cars on the street or at the gates of the houses on the roadside, relying on the low steps as cover, ready to beat the invading blood gang.

member.

These young people have never experienced street wars. They are able to express such excitement now entirely because they have no concept in their minds. Watching and experiencing it personally are two different feelings. At the same time, because they are surrounded by companions who live with them day and night, a kind of

They belong to young people, and they are supported by their stubbornness that they do not want to be embarrassed by being deserters.

I really hope that these rookies can behave like this later when they hear the deafening sound of gunfire, smell the pungent smell of gunpowder, and see the blood of their companions flying.

Dais muttered something to himself, grabbed Skinny Pete, and handed the young man, who was as thin as a ponytail, a small note, "Hey, p, call this phone and notify those Salvadorans."

Come and support us."

Skinny took the note, turned around and ran towards the public phone booth at the end of the street. Dais clenched a gold-painted Beretta 92F in his hand and led his cripples to prepare to join the crowd.

The Blood Gang launched a battle for Block Block.

And this is just one of the many conflicts that occurred in Brooklyn neighborhoods today...