Reborn American Giants

The sharp and piercing whistle broke the silence of the night. Soon, the fully armed soldiers jumped out of the back compartment of the military truck in groups of two, and under the leadership of their respective non-commissioned officers, they did not organize the team too much.

What, they split into two teams and outflanked the Arbor bar not far away.

The prostitutes who were originally standing on the side of the street were dumbfounded as a group of soldiers suddenly appeared in front of them. In a short time, they surrounded the Arbor bar and the two surrounding small buildings. Only later did they know

Afterwards, he let out a panicked scream and ran away.

There were also some chaotic movements in the originally dark alley. Several couples of men and women arranged their clothes and ran out of the alley in a panic, then ran away in the opposite direction to the bar.

These movements had long attracted the attention of the people in the bar. A black man who had been guarding the door of the bar was briefly distracted for a moment because he saw the figure of the army soldier. He quickly reacted and rushed into the bar in a few steps.

In the panic, he didn't forget to close the door behind him.

"Break it open," the one who spoke was a lieutenant who was in charge of commanding the commando team. Standing in front of the closed door of the bar, he coldly ordered to the soldiers behind him.

The commander speaks and the soldiers obey.

Following this order, two soldiers armed with M16 rifles stood up from behind the lieutenant. Without saying a word, they fiercely smashed the door of the Arbor Bar with their rifle butts.

After some of the original "pedestrians" ran away, they noticed that the target of this group of soldiers was not their group of sex buyers, so a few brave ones stood on the opposite side of the street, pointing and watching the excitement.

Most of these people had experienced the period of military dictatorship. The unscrupulous behavior of these soldiers smashing down doors in front of them reminded the people watching from a distance of the days when they lived under the military dictatorship.

The soldiers at that time were like this. Often in the dark, their neighbors or relatives and friends would be captured by soldiers who came unexpectedly, and then disappear...

However, these soldiers did not know the psychological activities of the ticket-goers outside. "Boom, boom, boom", with several consecutive violent loud noises, the two originally closed bar doors were violently smashed open.

The four gang members who were cowering behind the door were holding guns and were about to step forward to see what was going on. Before they could react, the door suddenly opened and soldiers swarmed in, brandishing their guns.

After being smashed indiscriminately, they could only let out two wails involuntarily, and then fell to the ground bleeding and beaten.

Perhaps, these four people were the luckiest people tonight. Then, more soldiers stepped over them and began to rush into the Arbor bar.

There were quite a lot of people in the bar at the moment, but there weren't many real customers among them. Most of them were the good guys Arreaza called to protect Cevedo and others after they were attacked.

The sound of the bar door being smashed had already alerted this group of gangsters who were used to lawlessness. They were led by Arreaza's security chief, Vallo. Hearing the noise at the door, Vallo hit a black bartender at the bar.

With a whistle, the other party immediately reacted, took out an M870 Remington shotgun from under the bar, and threw it to Valo from a distance. When others saw this, they also took out their prepared weapons.

After taking the shotgun, Vallo loaded the bullet skillfully, then led everyone in the fraternity to raise their weapons and aimed at the door of the bar.

When the first soldier wearing a jungle green combat uniform appeared in front of him, Vallo, who had already concentrated on aiming, immediately pulled the trigger. The muzzle of the shotgun immediately sprayed out a large ball of pellets, sweeping across the gun.

Most of the space in front of the mouth, and the same is true for other people. In such a situation, unless you are an invulnerable superman, there is no chance of survival.

The first two soldiers were obviously not supermen, and they did not have the physical ability to withstand steel. Therefore, under such fierce firepower, they trembled for a few times, and were torn apart by the dense rain of bullets and two rags.

Like a doll.

When the soldiers behind them saw this, they rolled and crawled in terror, fell into the arms of their companions behind them, and knocked down several other people with them. For a moment, the originally aggressive offensive formation seemed to be in a state of disarray.

"Ceasefire, ceasefire..."

Vallo shouted loudly, and waved his arms twice in order to attract the attention of his men who were excited about the killing.

Several men next to him heard his shouts and released their fingers on the trigger. However, more people didn't know whether they didn't hear it or something, until they emptied the weapon magazines in their hands in one go.

Only after hitting all the bullets did he stop in one breath.

The tip of his nose smelled the acrid smell of gunpowder smoke, as well as the smell of alcohol and burning tobacco that had filled the bar. Wallow looked at the two figures lying on the ground, with only one thought in his mind:

"It's over".

Lying on the ground were two people who had already gone to see God. They were wearing imitation American M65 jungle combat uniforms, a full set of American equipment, and the outfit of the Salvadoran government army...

They were not gang members at all, nor even police officers, as Vallo expected, but soldiers from the army.

Indeed, if the gangsters sent by the Gref family come in, the thirty or forty people in this bar will all have firearms. Even the police can fight and wait for the men who have been arranged around them.

Come for support.

But what now? Here come the soldiers of the army. The long-standing military dictatorship has left an impression on the people of El Salvador that the army is invincible. Even though the military has long since declined, this impression will last for a while.

It won't fade away either.

If nothing else, Wallow couldn't help but feel a little trembling when he looked at the two soldiers who fell to the ground.

The soldiers in these armies are all professional killers who kill without batting an eye. What's more, he doesn't know what the situation is outside? How many of these soldiers are there?

These thirty or forty people, fighting with the army in this small bar, there is no difference between them and death.

However, Varro could no longer control the development of the matter. Just as these thoughts were spinning in his mind, a dozen iron lumps rolled in from the corridor leading to the bar door. They hit the corners, tables, and even

It was at the feet of a bald gang member. These things made Wallow feel so scared that he instinctively ducked and threw himself behind the sofa in front of him.

Just when Vallo lay down behind the sofa, these iron lumps suddenly erupted into a strong steel storm. Under the powerful power generated by the gunpowder explosion, the broken iron pieces flew everywhere in the confined space, and they were not damaged along the way.

They tore apart everything they encountered without scruples. When weak human flesh encounters them, you can imagine the final outcome...