Reborn American Giants

After Ciro Colonna returned to his territory in the seventh block, he couldn't wait to release his men and find out the shadow of the "Black Hawk" mercenary group. Victor's "reward" completely ignited his passion.

Passion.

When Sorvino sent people to look for him, he paid close attention and sent people to thoroughly explore his territory. He knew that the people of the Black Hawk Mercenary Group were on his territory, and he must find them first.

If you "kill" that group of people first, then you will be the "third leader" of the organization.

Colonna's poor imagination was unable to see the "murderous intent" hidden in Victor's idea. He was the most powerful among the middle-level leaders of the family. Victor had just taken over, and he didn't dare to touch him for a while, so

He selectively forgot what role he played in this attack.

What's more, as long as he, Colonna, succeeds in becoming the "No. 3 leader" this time, he will become a high-level figure in the organization. Everyone knows exactly how Victor came to the position. It is not impossible for him, Colonna, to give it a try.

That "highest position", what did Victor do, he just had to follow suit. After becoming "Leader Three", after killing Victor, he would become the top leader of the organization.

Mota, an old black man, has been ignored by Colonna. In his eyes, Mota is just a "puppet" that Victor puts in the front desk to occupy a position, an old nigger who has just been released from prison after spending decades in prison.

, without any strength in hand, it does not pose a threat at all.

Not to mention Colonna's delusion, his men quickly searched through the entire seventh block. They found no hotels, rental houses, shacks, various bars, underground casinos and other places that the boss was looking for.

That group of people.

The Black Hawk Mercenary Group also knew that this was a territory controlled by the Gref family, so they did not dare to stay in hotels and some rented shacks. They found an abandoned warehouse as their "foothold".

This mission not only failed to kill the target, but also lost a team of men, which made the person in charge of the mercenary group in El Salvador very angry. He now only has seven or eight left-behind personnel, and he can only ask the mercenaries for help.

A report was sent to the Corps headquarters, requesting additional manpower.

The person in charge also knew that the Gref family was very powerful and a "local snake", and that if Victor did not die, he would definitely try his best to find them and eradicate them, so during this period they stayed in this abandoned warehouse and rarely went out.

It would be best for them to do nothing until reinforcements from the headquarters arrive. If they didn't have to eat and drink every day and buy meals for seven or eight people every time, it would be really difficult for Colonna's younger brothers to find them.

The dilapidated van was speeding along the bumpy dirt road. Colonna was holding on to the handrails on the roof, swaying from side to side with the shaking of the body. He was now "hot" in his heart. His men found something in an abandoned warehouse.

The remaining members of the "Black Hawk" mercenary group.

After hearing the news, Colonna was extremely happy. He immediately selected more than twenty good men and rushed to the target warehouse fully armed. This matter was too important, so he had to take action himself.

This is an open space in a shanty town that has been turned into a vegetable field by the surrounding poor people. The warehouse stands alone in the middle of the vegetable field. After the van parked, Colonna was the first to open the door.

He jumped out, and his subordinates in the car behind him also jumped out. As soon as he got out of the car, his feet fell into calf-deep mud. The two subordinates who were left to guard the warehouse quickly stepped forward, one on the left and the other on the right.

Supporting him, Colonna was pulled up from the mud with difficulty.

"Fuck," he cursed fiercely, and Colonna shook his muddy feet. Ever since he became a middle-level leader, he has never been as dirty as he is today, especially his feet.

The mud on the floor exuded a "disgusting" stench that made Colonna want to vomit. He couldn't help feeling irritated. He vowed to cut the "bastards" in the warehouse into pieces in order to

Let's vent out our inner frustrations.

"Are all the targets inside?" Colonna scraped his feet on a clump of grass nearby and asked the man on the right who was staying here.

"Boss, the targets are all inside. If they hadn't sent people outside to buy food and water for seven or eight people, they still wouldn't have been able to find them." The subordinates began to claim credit.

"Well, very good, well done, don't worry, I will reward you heavily when I go back, hahaha," Colonna patted his men on the shoulders twice, and laughed. He saw that his men were listening.

When "rewarding", both eyes "brighten", Colonna likes this. Only when he sees the respectful look of his subordinates can he fully feel the charm of power.

"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss." The younger brother who was tapped on the shoulder couldn't help but thank Colonna.

The drizzle in the sky turned into heavy rain, drenching Colonna and the others like drowned rats. With a curse, Colonna waved his hand, and the "good guys" he brought with him automatically divided into three groups and headed towards

The abandoned warehouse in the deep night surrounded it.

Staying where he was, Colonna soon heard a burst of "fierce" gunfire from the other side of the warehouse. He nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the people from the mercenary group were indeed in the warehouse, and his men were

He suppressed the opponent with the weapons in his hands. The one on the right had already broken into the warehouse and was exchanging fire with the opponent. The subordinates from the other two directions also took the opportunity to speed up and approach the abandoned warehouse. The end of the battle was just around the corner.

In the heavy rainy night, the two sides were engaged in a life-and-death fight. No one noticed that a dark gun barrel protruded from a window in the shanty area on one side, and a man with a black hood covering his face

The gunman, wearing night vision goggles, aimed his m21 sniper rifle equipped with a silencer at Colonna's figure.

Through the night vision goggles, what appeared in front of the gunman's eyes was a gray-green scene. He could see Colonna on the roadside, looking at the battle over the abandoned warehouse. He took the green figure in front of him into his sights. The gunman was deep in the sight.

I took a breath, then gently pulled the trigger. The M21 gun body shook slightly. A 7.62mm Nato standard bullet exploded through gunpowder and flew towards Colonna with a muzzle velocity of 810 meters/s.

He lightly "bite" on his neck, taking away a large amount of flesh and blood.

It was raining heavily, and a silencer was installed, so the sound of the gunfire was almost inaudible. After the gunman fired the shot, without checking whether the target was hit, he lowered his head, disassembled the sniper rifle in his hand, and put it into a cello case similar to that of a cello case.

In the gun case, he pulled off the mask on his face. It was Jimmy, a former "advisor" of the US military and now an instructor of the "CDC Defense Company". He put his gun case on his back, picked up a bullet casing on the ground, and put it away.

He put it in his pocket, looked around the room to make sure there were no "traces" left, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

Colonna was paying attention to the battle in the abandoned warehouse, and the gunshots inside had slowly subsided. He knew that the battle was about to end, and he was about to complete Victor's "reward". The throne of leader No. 3 was waiting for him.

I fantasized about the glorious days after sitting in the third-in-command position, and I felt a little trance-like for a while.

The two men who stayed to protect him didn't dare to say anything. Suddenly, they saw Colonna's body falling straight to the ground, and couldn't help but be shocked. They thought Colonna had been injured by a "stray bullet".

So I quickly stepped forward to see what was going on with him.

Two men helped Colonna up and saw that half of his neck was missing. Blood was pouring out from the wound and soon soaked the clothes on his upper body. Colonna pressed it with his left hand.

There was a "loud" sound coming from his neck and mouth. It was because the trachea was broken, the body was in urgent need of air, and the chest was breathing vigorously. But all this was in vain, even if he did not die from the damaged trachea.

Death from suffocation, or death from shock due to blood loss due to damage to the major arteries in the neck.

The two men looked at each other and couldn't help shouting to the group of men who had finished the battle and were returning: "Boss Colonna is injured."

A group of people were shocked and hurriedly came closer, but no one could do anything. A group of people could only watch Ciro Colonna, the middle-level leader of the Gref family, lying in the dirty mud in the dark rainy night.

He ended his life in his forties and returned to the embrace of the "Lord"...