Reborn Nobility

Chapter 639 We have a common motherland

The little wild cat responded fiercely to the boss of the First Command, a man nicknamed "The Beast". She only wore short denim hot pants and a small vest, revealing her healthy wheat-colored skin, and her naughty and handsome appearance.

With her affectionate eyes, there is a sexy and explosive wildness all over her body.

The little wildcat put his hands around the beast's neck and hugged him tightly. He raised his feet wearing black patent leather high-heeled shoes and wrapped his straight and toned legs around his waist.

All this made the beast very excited. He suddenly pulled up the little wild cat's vest, kissed it fiercely, held the pink bud with his lips, and licked it vigorously.

At the same time, his hands went down to find the button of her hot pants, and he suddenly opened the zipper and pulled it down in one fell swoop. The little wild cat let out a squeak and giggled, and the wanton sound made the beast even more excited.

He took off his pants, straightened his waist suddenly, and sprinted. The little wild cat purred happily, just like a little wild cat meowing softly.

Some of the men and women dancing in the bar and on the dance floor turned a blind eye and were not surprised, while others were aroused by the exciting scene.

They caressed and kissed each other. Many women took off their clothes and hugged each other. They did it openly and without any shame.

Many of these women are drug addicts, and there are also low-level prostitutes. It doesn't cost a lot of money to do it once.

Sitting with the beast were relatively high-ranking people in the gang. They all had relatively fixed women. Seeing that the boss had already started to take action, and thinking of the bombings against Chinese people in the afternoon, they felt very happy. The First Command did

For committing such a shocking case, I am afraid that his reputation and prestige will be even greater in Brazil in the future.

Killing these people who have no legal protection and no ability to resist is very easy and can enhance the prestige of the gang, so why not do it?

Most of the Rio First Command are poor people from slums. Their lives have been precarious since they were young, and they have never eaten. In order to survive, they join gangs. Their requirements are very simple, to satisfy their endless desires,

And it’s a bottom-level desire.

They have an incomparable passion for strong drinks, fatty food, and plump and sexy women.

Therefore, their requirements are very simple and their desires are very simple. At the same time, they are destined to have no high vision and no smart plan. They just muddle along and get drunk today.

After a violent movement, the essence inside the beast spurted out. He sat softly on the sofa, took out the wine glass, and took a sip of wine. The little wild cat had already leaned down and licked his lower body clean for him.

The beast patted his face with satisfaction...

The bar was in a state of madness. At this moment, the music suddenly stopped, the lights came on, and the beast had stepped onto the central stage. The leading pole dancers looked at him fearfully and quietly retreated.

The Beast stood on the stage. His tall body and punk-flavored Pikan could not hide his explosive muscles. The rivet boots he wore on his feet made him look very imposing, and his face showed a heavy expression.

With a strong murderous aura, the men and women on the dance floor immediately fell silent as soon as they saw him.

The beast glanced at the silent dance floor with a tyrannical air, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice low and filled with a terrifying atmosphere: "Tonight is a day worth celebrating! Because, for my sake, I

Brothers have taken revenge! In recent days, we have killed fifty-three Chinese! In Brazil, only the First Command can do such a thing! We are destined to be the greatest gangster!"

"Rio First Command!"

"First Command!"

"First Command!"

The gang members in the audience looked at their boss devoutly, who existed like a god in their minds, and gently called the name of the gang. Slowly, the shouts became louder and louder.

In the end, it was like a tidal wave, surging throughout the bar, slapping the walls, and seemed to be able to lift the roof.

The Beast looked at the gang members on the dance floor with satisfaction and smiled with satisfaction. He felt a high and respected feeling like a god.

He pressed his hand down to stop the shouts of the crowd and said: "Yellow-skinned monkeys! Chinese! They will always be an inferior race! They are very short, have no strength, and don't know how to play football! They can only make restaurants! Make restaurants.

!”

The Beast seems to have some kind of deep-rooted prejudice against Chinese people, including Chinese food. No wonder, Chinese cuisine can be said to be unparalleled in the world. The Beast sees that he can’t make as much money selling white noodles as the Chinese who open restaurants, how can he not be jealous

, I don’t hate it! Although, every morning, he will let his men go to the Chinese restaurant to buy a big bag of buns and eat them secretly. However, he will always think that the Chinese are an inferior race.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

The gang members in the audience shouted crazily.

The beast smiled slightly, and the crowd immediately became quiet. The beast shouted: "Break those restraints, let go of your hearts, and have a great time! There are beauties here! There is delicious beer! There is white powder! Tonight, everything is free

Yes! This is paradise! As long as you are loyal! Loyal to the First Command! You will have everything! Enjoy it all!"

The audience burst into cheers!

The beast laughed and walked off the stage.

Just after stepping off the stage, a senior member of the gang anxiously walked to the side of the beast, his voice trembling, and whispered: "Mr. Renault, there is a group of...powers we don't recognize. They suddenly opened fire on our people and died."

Many people?”

"Don't panic. Stay calm, gangsters. Deaths happen all the time." The beast glanced at his men and said in a calm tone: "How many people died?"

"There is no time to count." The subordinate tried his best to control his emotions, but the scene he just saw still made his voice dry and astringent. "However, these people are very skilled, and we have no chance to fight back. They are here

In just three hours, more than ten of our underground bars have been raided...including the Lady in Red Bar."

"What?" Beast raised his eyebrows and asked in shock. The Lady in Red is one of the few high-end bars owned by him, and it is also an important drug trafficking and sales den for him. Moreover, the defense here is the best, and

He was not afraid of the police's open conduct. They raided his bar, and needless to say, all the drugs worth five million dollars he had stored there were destroyed.

"How is the situation there?" he asked after a moment's surprise.

"More than thirty members in the bar were shot to death by the other party, and the bar was burned down." The subordinate replied tremblingly.

The beast was furious, clenching his teeth, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly. It seemed that his guess was correct. Five million dollars was killed so easily by others. He asked in a low voice

: "Who did it?"

"Well, we really don't know. The other parties are all masked, driving motorcycles and off-road vehicles. They shoot and throw bombs when they see people. After the shooting, they immediately rush to the next our territory..."

"Get out!" The beast slapped him!

He waved to his subordinates, and the group immediately led them out of the Dark Screaming Bar.

As soon as he went out, the beast realized that the situation was much more serious than he imagined.

The San Siro district has been enveloped in a sea of ​​flames, with flames shooting into the sky, gunshots, and explosions happening one after another.

The beast's face was livid, and he carefully identified it. The ones that were on fire were all his own dens, and he had been running the business he had worked hard for many years.

His heart was as sharp as a knife at the moment, and the best defense was to attack. But now, the opponent was attacking. The enemy was completely in the dark, and he had no idea about this enemy lurking in the dark.

He has dozens of dens and thousands of gang members. Now, the other party is moving so frequently, and a hundred flowers are blooming, and they are attacking so many of his dens at the same time. You can imagine his strength!

The entire San Siro district was in chaos, and now, there was no policeman on the street.

Brazil's social security is as distinct as its slums and rich areas. In the rich areas, police cars patrol back and forth 24 hours a day, and police are everywhere on the streets. In the slums, the police will not appear at all.

This place has become a paradise for crime and a hell for sin.

The Beast has always regarded himself as a strong man, and he is an out-and-out king in the San Siro District. In the past, he enjoyed a world without police and order, but now, he really hopes that the police will come to help.

The beast stood in front of the door, growling in a low voice, and said a few words from between his teeth: "Call people over!"

"Stop calling people. All your people have been killed by us..." In the night, under the firelight, a group of tiger and wolf warriors wearing camouflage uniforms and full marine equipment came towards him. Among them,

One of the leaders, a man with several earrings on his ears and oil paint on his face, smiled at him.

"Who are you? Which force do you represent?" When the enemy finally arrived, the beast calmed down. He stared at the visitor fiercely and asked in a low voice.

"Blade. Blade mercenary organization." Blade slowly spat out these words.

When it came into the ears of the beast, he couldn't help but tremble. This was a frightening name. This was an army that was said to have no nationality, a group of soldiers without opponents, and a group of masters with no impossible mission.

In just two years since its establishment, they have already established a great reputation in the international mercenary market, almost as much as the American Military Resources Company and the South African Security Company.

"What do I have to do with you?" The beast knew that there would be a fierce battle today, and he would probably fall down without a chance to stand up again. Therefore, he wanted to understand how he would do it if he died.

Dead.

"We are an army without a nationality. However, our members all have a motherland." Daofeng said calmly.

"What does this have to do with me?" Beast asked in a deep voice. "I know you. You originally belong to the great circle of Country F. I have never done anything detrimental to Country F. And the sharp-knife mercenaries, Most of them are people from the North American big circle, and I have never messed with the gangs in North America!"

"You know a lot." Blade pulled out a military thorn and kept spinning it in his hand, turning out a black light, like a dark flower. "But, it's not enough. Don't you know that the great circle of the world, We all have a common motherland. China!!"

Before he finished speaking, the blade had already moved out like a spiritual snake.

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