Reborn American Giants

Victor and Aguero stood together, turning a deaf ear to the cheers of the prisoners around them. Their eyes only stared at the other gang members on the edge of the field. The mad dog of the Hells Angels personally ended. This was the first time in the history of the bloody fight that a committee member personally

At the end, there was a burst of exclamation from the prisoners I knew.

There were about twenty people from other gangs on the opposite side. Under the command of Mad Dog, they gathered together. Victor and Aguero looked at each other. The "worst" situation happened, and several gangs formed an alliance.

Ignoring the few miscellaneous fish behind him, the eight of them were able to defeat the four people on the opposite side. Victor almost snickered. Look at what they looked like. They were small and thin. They seemed to be frightened by this scene. They looked like they were completely cowed.

He is not an elite player in the organization.

Victor smiled bitterly, was he going to die in battle again? But last time he died in a real battle, this time! Like a slave in the Colosseum, trying to please the superior?

"If I survive, I swear that I will never let anyone control my own destiny." Victor made a vow in his heart.

Someone roared wildly, and the battle started in an instant. Victor dodged a man who was rushing towards him, blocked his fist, and hit him hard on the temple with his right fist.

Seeing the other party staggering for two steps, he fell to the ground with a "pop".

Ignoring this unfortunate guy, there was another noise behind him. Victor knew that the others had been dispersed by the crowd. He fell into the enemy crowd and avoided the fist coming from behind. Victor grabbed it with one hand.

With one hand around the man's neck, he grabbed his waist, used all his strength to lift the man up by the waist, and threw him to the crowd surrounding him. After knocking down three unlucky guys, Victor hurriedly wanted to ask Ah

Quero leaned over. If he wanted to survive in this Colosseum, it was only possible to stand with Aguero. But soon the crowd surrounded him again...

After Mad Dog's men rushed forward, he rushed straight towards Aguero. He would never recognize this face. In a gang war ten years ago, the man in front of him left a mark on his face.

A mark that can never be erased.

Aguero was avoiding a man's attack and did not notice the arrival of the mad dog. When he reacted, he had already received a heavy blow on the face. Aguero felt a pain on his face, lost his balance and slid to the ground.

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As soon as Aguero stood up with his right hand, he saw the mad dog standing in front of him, looking at him with fierce eyes.

The mad dog let out a contemptuous "poof" and spat out like Aguero, saying: "Aguero, you are no good either. When you see God, remember to tell him that it was I, Gamio, who sent you there.

See him."

Aguero wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his dark face tightened. He glanced in the direction of Victor and found that Victor was locked in a hard fight. He didn't speak, but stared at the mad dog with his eyes.

Mad Dog waved Aguero to him and asked his men to deal with other enemies. He roared and rushed towards Aguero again...

On the high platform on the side of the field, several committee members were sitting together, looking at the fighting situation in the field. They did not want to be like other prisoners, their faces were very serious, and they avoided Mota's eyes from time to time and exchanged glances with each other.

Motta didn't seem to notice at all, watching the battle between Aguero and Victor with great interest, as if he wasn't worried about his own fate at all.

Casas finally couldn't bear it any longer. He nodded towards Reina and asked Motta: "Brother Motta, with such a lively scene today, why didn't Mr. Sorvino from your family come over?" At the same time, he pointed wildly around him.

The screaming prisoner motioned to Motta.

Mota withdrew his gaze after hearing this and chuckled, "I don't dare to guess what Papa is thinking. As for why Papa doesn't come, I think that is not the focus of today."

"Oh? Then what is the highlight of today?" Reina asked impatiently. He had long wanted to trample Motta's ugly black face under his feet. He didn't know if he would still be able to laugh after a while.

"Well, it's okay to tell you. The point is..." Mota lowered his voice, and in order to hear his voice clearly, Reina held his hands and unconsciously leaned his upper body towards Mota.

"The point is... you will be called by the Lord..." A flash of sword light flashed, and Reina covered his throat, making a "ho ho" sound in his mouth, staggering towards Casas, and returned

Before he got halfway, he fell to the ground with a general sound.

Casas watched Reina's throat being cut, watched him cover his throat, watched his blood splatter, watched him fall to the ground, still looking at him, staring at him, and stood up in surprise.

, pointed at Mota and yelled through gritted teeth: "You black-skinned bastard, how dare you...how dare you...I swear to God, I will make your life worse than death."

Motta scraped his nails with the knife in his hand, flicked his fingers gently, and sighed: "Casas, I really don't know how you are alive today. Papa has known all your plans for a long time.

, Don’t worry, I will definitely have a good chat with you before you see God.” After saying that, surrounded by his subordinates, he slowly left the high platform.

Casas forced himself to calm down, and suddenly he stared at the leaders of several other gangs with vicious eyes. It was impossible for Noriega. His gang was fighting the Gref family outside, and the mad dog ended up in person.

So that leaves Edgar from the Hometown Club and Bill from the Desert Ant.

Casas looked at the two of them. Bill's eyes were full of panic. Only Edgar looked a little calm.

"You bastard, it's you, you betrayed us." Casas roared at Edgar.

"Casas, Mota is right, how on earth did you survive today?" Edgar also retreated among his own people, shaking his head at Casas, looking a little regretful.

"What did they do to you?"

"Casas, let you go to God clearly. You don't need to assign it. Our hometown association already has the Colombian passage, so you know...the organization's orders must be carried out."

"You bastard, my organization will make you pay the price."

Edgar smiled contemptuously when he heard this, "It's a pity that you won't see that day." After saying that, he followed Motta and left.

Casas fell down on his chair, looking very hesitant. Seeing this, several other leaders immediately left quickly, surrounded by their men.

What happened on the high platform did not affect the battle on the field. Victor's eyes were so swollen that he could no longer see how many people were in front of him. His right arm and forearm had been fractured. The broken bone pierced the skin of his elbow. His whole body was covered in bruises. Victor

He could feel that two of his ribs were broken, but he knew that he could not fall down. If he fell, he would never get up again... Punch, punch hard... until... the last shadow in front of him disappeared.

Huge cheers came from outside the field. Victor tried his best to open his eyes. The prisoners around him were beating hard with everything they could find and cheering.

"Survived." Victor looked towards Aguero before he fell, only to see him and the mad dog entangled together, falling to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.