Reborn American Giants

The heavy rain came and went quickly, and the sun was scorching the earth wantonly, and the water vapor was steaming. The inside of Barrios Prison was like a boiling pressure cooker, and it would explode at the slightest accident.

Victor tightened the cloth strips wrapped around his hands tightly and made fists with both hands to test the tightness.

The prisoners have received the news that a "bloody fight" will be held in the evening. Everyone's eyes are red and they are staring fiercely at the members of the rival gang. The top brass of the committee urgently dispatched their confidants to maintain the fragile situation in the prison.

Peace.

Let's turn the time back to one o'clock in the morning. In the prison, a secret meeting was taking place.

The leader of the 18th Street Trout Gang in prison is a mixed-race black man named Mario Casas (forgive the author for omitting the maternal element in his name in the future, it’s so annoying to have three names in a row).

He is a butcher with a notorious reputation. He was once in charge of the Trout Gang's action team and has fought with all major gangs. At this moment, he is working with Valdesrena, the leader of the Fallen Brotherhood, and Eduardo, the leader of the Rolling Stone Machine.

Together with Noriega, he mobilized gang leaders in several other prisons.

"Mad Dog, Edgar, Bill, you know that Sorvino has been sent in. Now our organization outside is stepping up the attack on the Gref family. If we get rid of Sorvino inside now, you know, this will

What a big credit is that?”

Mad Dog is the leader of the Hells Angels, and his gang also took action against the Gref family during this war. He agreed with Casas's proposal: "We all must unite. Think about it, Sorvino's family outside now

The crowd is leaderless, so it’s a good time to defeat them in one fell swoop. A territory as big as Gref’s is enough for us to allocate.” With these words, Mad Dog seemed to have seen his gang defeat the Gref family in one fell swoop.

Occupying a lot of territory, he stepped into the capital area with a greedy look in his eyes.

Edgar and Bill looked at each other. Their gang was not strong in San Salvador, and they did not want to be enemies with the Gref family. But now, except for the most powerful Gref family, the remaining members of the committee

Four of the six gangs have already unified their opinions. If they disagree today, it may be difficult for them to leave this room. Edgar regrets agreeing to this meeting today.

Bill rolled his eyes, while Edgar tapped his index finger gently on the table. They were thinking about which piece of cake their gang could get in this feast if they took action.

"Casas, if we agree to take action against Sorvino, what will be the price? What price will you pay?"

Casas and Reina looked at each other excitedly, and it was done.

They had to win over Edgar and Bill. Although Edgar's Salvadoran Association was not very powerful in the capital area, within Barrios, their number of members ranked second to none. Plus Bill's Desert Ants,

The chances of success are greatly increased.

"Edgar, I swear in the name of Blackfish Sosa (Herminio Sosa Guadarrama, the top leader of the 18th Street Trout Gang, nicknamed "Blackfish"), after the matter is successful, your fellow countrymen will receive

Bill, you desert ants control the direction of Mexico. How about, let us swear your oath in the witness of the Lord!"...

"Casas, what are you going to do?"

"Blood fight, Edgar, you forgot Barrios' biggest carnival, haha, let's start this grand ball and put Sorvino on the altar!"......

Under the dim light, Casas laughed loudly, and the others followed suit. They were like vultures eating carrion, they couldn't wait to divide the spoils before the prey was dead.

The sun disappeared below the horizon. The evening wind blew, dissipating the heat left by the sun, but it could not dissipate the fiery atmosphere inside Barrios Prison. The venue was still a playground in the ventilation area. Victor stretched his body and let

I tried my best to get excited, and the onlookers banged on the iron bars of the prison. They were chaotic at first, but gradually became unified, like war drums, "dong, dong, dong", and at the same time shouted "blood, blood, blood,

blood.”

Victor's heart felt like it was being beaten, beating with the beating frequency. He looked around and saw only faces covered with tattoos in the dim light, as scary as devils. Victor couldn't help but

I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered my action in Africa. Looking around again, I suddenly felt that it was ridiculous.

Aguero reached out and touched Victor's arm, asked him to lower his head, and said in his ear: "If I don't die this time, I will definitely treat you to a bottle of the fine wine I treasure."

Victor chuckled, "It has to be the strongest one, and I also want the most beautiful woman."

Aguero nodded seriously.

"When, when, when,"

A crisp knocking sound came, and all the prisoners stopped knocking and closed their mouths. Mota nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Today, we are here, in the Lord's house."

Under the watchful eye, the brave and fearless people who fight the most sacred bloody battle will be rewarded by the Lord, let us pray for them!"

After speaking, Motta made the sign of the cross, clasped his hands, lowered his head and said: "He leads me to the still water... cleanses my soul, he revives my soul.

Guide me in the paths of righteousness for your name's sake, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...I will fear no evil, for you are with me...you prepare a banquet for me in the presence of my enemies, and I will have it all the days of my life.

Grace and mercy follow. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen.”

All the prisoners made the sign of the cross, chanted "Amen", and then cheered loudly.

Victor took a deep breath and strode to the center of the field. Aguero followed him, as if a shadow was hidden in the shadows, followed by seven or eight "miscellaneous fish", yes, it was "

Trash fish".

When Motta informed Sorvino of the "bloody fight", Sorvino looked very angry at first. Victor saw his angry expression with his own eyes. He gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead were exposed. His small eyes were filled with anger.

, was almost buried by the flesh on his face, but Sorvino calmed down quickly.

"This is a conspiracy, yes, it is a conspiracy against me, Mota, I know you have plans, now is the time."

Mota heard the words and nodded hesitantly, "Papa, I made preparations for the bloody battle before and promoted several "reserve" cadres, but..."

"There is no but, the organization will remember their dedication, now is the time to activate them." Sorvino waved his hand, interrupting Motta's words.

"I understand, I will inform them immediately."

Motta walked out of the room quickly, and Sorvino suddenly sighed, "Aguero, how many years have you been following me?"

"Papa, it's been almost 15 years"

"15 years, time flies so fast. This time, I need your help again, Sami (Aguero's mother's surname), you will definitely be able to help me get through this difficulty this time, right?

Sorvino looked at Aguero with such "affectionate" expression that Victor almost vomited.

"Of course, your wish." Aguero knelt down on one knee and kissed the sapphire on Sorvino's finger.

"V, my little mouse, where are you?" Sorvino turned to look at Victor.

"Papa, I will always be your most loyal warrior, as per your wishes." Victor said this, shouting in his heart,

"Damn fat guy, damn fat guy, damn fat guy..."