Working as a police officer in Mexico

New York at 4 a.m.

Outside John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Mike Corleone, wearing a black suit, hat and scarf, walked into the restroom. There were two black men smoking cigarettes. When they saw him, they looked at each other.

You can tell at a glance that they are homeless or hooligans.

The places they like to occupy most are KFC, park benches, and airport toilets, where people who are drunk like mud can often be seen.

Mike Corleone took out his tools and was peeing when two people came over and whistled, "Hey! Take some money."

The other party glanced at him and finally spoke in a very magnetic and slightly hoarse voice, "Robbery?"

"That's right! Take all your money... OH! Shit!"

Mike Corleone twisted his hips and urinated directly on the other's shoes. The black man cursed angrily, and he grabbed his head and pressed it into the feces pool. Another person cursed and rushed up.

He pulled out a gun from his coat and fired three shots at the other person. With a silencer installed, the sound was not very loud.

One shot to the head and two shots to the chest. If Jesus comes, you must believe in Buddhism.

Mike Corleone let go of his hand. The black man, who was almost choked to death by urine, lay on the ground and retched. His face was pale and black.

When he saw the body of his companion on the ground, his pupils shrank and he saw a pair of feet standing in front of him.

"Good night, sir."

Bang!

The bullet passed through the skull and the other person fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Mike Corleone put the gun back into his coat, walked to the sink and washed his hands. There were two bodies lying behind him, and blood was seeping out from under them.

He turned off the faucet, looked at his masterpiece, gently took off his hat with his right hand, and said very gentlemanly, "Goodbye."

He left the bathroom in leather shoes.

"Boss!"

As soon as he walked out, dozens of burly men stood outside, bowing in unison. The sound was very loud, and the pedestrians nearby all moved away.

This is New York!

The most famous chaotic city in the world.

Mike Corleone walked in front and got into the black car parked on the side of the road, while the younger brother behind him got into the SUV and drove away under the complicated gazes of the pedestrians.

"So handsome!" A blond boy with a newsboy cap just came out of the airport with luggage on his back. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes shining.

"Shelby, these are not good people." The father next to him said with a fierce face.

The blond boy shrank his head and said nothing, but his eyes were full of curiosity about the things in the world.

"Are you going back to the hotel, Boss?"

"Go to the Lucchese family!" Mike Corleone said hoarsely, "Mr. Casare was threatened by them in Detroit. If he is unhappy, Mr. Victor will be unhappy. If they are unhappy, I will be unhappy."

"The only way is to make the Lucchese family unhappy."

"Kill them!"

"Understood!"

The convoy rushed to the 9th District where the Lucchese family members gathered.

In the SUV behind.

The younger brothers were holding M16s, one of them was holding an M249 light machine gun, and someone tied two grenades on himself, looking like a gangster.

Some FBI had a headache.

Five SUVs stepped on the accelerator, overtook the boss's car, and went ahead.

Mike Corleone quietly read a copy of "Victor's Struggle".

The 9th District, the traditional area of ​​the Lucchese family.

There is a church that existed in the 19th century. Their children got married here, and around here, there are many bars and residential areas, most of which are inhabited by the Lucchese family.

A criminal family that moved from Italy has become a symbol after hundreds of years of development and has been deeply integrated into the local culture.

The only thing that has not changed is the worship of violence.

They have not forgotten their traditional crafts.

It was Sunday, early in the morning, when it was just light, many people in the Lucchese family got up to go to church to pray.

It's funny.

The mafia family kept praying before and after meals, before and after bedtime, and had to remember every day of Jesus.

Doesn't this look like...

A gangster worships the second brother?

If the second brother knew you were doing this, he would get up and chop you on the head.

The 71-year-old godfather: Otto Lucchese has a face full of age spots and his legs are not very good, but he still came to the church with the help of the servants.

He knelt devoutly.

The core family members followed behind him.

"May God bless the Lucchese family to prosper, Amen."

"Amen~"

Otto Lucchese stood up with the help of his eldest son and grandson.

"Father, Osvera was beaten by Mexicans in Detroit."

"Ahem... Is it serious?"

"His leg was broken. The doctor said he might be crippled in the future." The eldest son said softly, looking at the old man's expression.

That Osvera was his half-brother, an illegitimate child, and he was usually lazy.

But Otley Lucchese doted on him and knew that he had killed a soldier's wife and was hunting her down.

He used his connections to help the other party, but he didn't expect that the stinky soldier would go to the Mexicans.

Thinking that the other party would give face to the Lucchese family...

Otley's cloudy eyes flashed, "Who did it?"

"Casare Gonzalez, a close associate of the Mexican tyrant Victor."

"tyrant."

Outlet Lucchese trembled his lips, "But this is the United States!"

"Find someone to kill him."

The eldest son nodded, "Understood."

The eldest grandson hesitated for a moment and said, "Grandpa, I heard that Victor is a lunatic. What if Casare is killed and he sends someone over?"

"Haha~" Otele Lukese still liked his eldest grandson and patted his head, "He does not have the courage to act unscrupulously in the United States. He is a warlord, and a warlord who needs the support of Americans."

"And we are Americans."

If Victor dares to come, he will stand on his head and eat shit.

"Okay, help me down..." Before Otele Lukese could finish his words, he suddenly heard the voice of the bodyguard outside.

"stop!"

Then there were gunshots.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Someone shot? who?

The other four major families? Impossible, several people are both prosperous and disadvantaged.

Could it be other gangsters?

Who dares to offend the Mafia in New York?

"Don't worry...Xiao Mao...bazooka!!" Outlet Lukese patted his eldest son and grandson's shoulder, but he hadn't finished his words of comfort yet.

I saw a cannonball flying in at the door!

After hitting the pillar, the huge explosion shock wave swept down everyone around, and the shrapnel exploded by the rocket directly "cut to death" many unlucky bombs.

If this shrapnel accidentally rushes into your stomach, it can rupture your intestines.

Outlet Lucchese was no exception, but he was unlucky and hit the back of his head. He was old and twitched violently after being thrown to the ground.

Hands are raised.

"Father!" The eldest son endured the discomfort and ran over, but when he saw the other man, his face turned green, and he hurriedly called to the survivors to carry him out.

However, this group of people is obviously menacing and has a lot of firepower.

Who doesn't sleep in the early hours of the morning and just comes to kill someone?

Is there any morals left?

The Lucchese family wanted to greet people, but it was too late at this time.

Can't get out at all.

Instead, someone blocked the door with a weapon and pushed him over.

"There's a submachine gun under the Jesus statue!"

The eldest grandson and several young family members rushed over and pushed the statue of Jesus away with all their strength. Sure enough, they saw a pit and saw the MP5 inside.

Load the magazine and rush out aggressively.

As soon as they arrived at the door, four or five grenades were thrown in. By chance, one of them rolled directly to Changsun's feet.

"RG-60TB thermobaric grenade!!"

Oh, this guy is also a weapons master, he can see these things clearly.

The tone was full of panic and despair.

You can tell just by the name.

It's Maozi's again.

The Soviet guy's goods mainly focus on one thing... ruthlessness, absoluteness, and speed!

This thing is a small thermobaric bullet.

After 240 grams of cloud explosive agent and shrapnel flew out, the cloud explosive agent dispersed in the air and mixed with oxygen, then triggered a secondary explosion.

As a result, such a small grenade has a killing radius of 7 meters, and the secondary explosion can generate high pressure and consume oxygen. It is effective when dealing with living targets in relatively closed spaces such as houses and caves, and can instantly The oxygen in a certain space is consumed, and even if the personnel who were originally affected by the explosion do not die, their injuries will soon be aggravated due to lack of oxygen.

It has about the same explosive effect as 10 conventional grenades, and is comparable to a 75mm grenade loaded with 600 grams of TNT.

Victor was afraid that these guys would suffer.

The local gangs are anything but friendly.

It's not necessary for you to have a large diameter.

But this thermobaric grenade...

Definitely a weapon for fighting gangsters.

The founder of the "Mo Jia" theory once said: Compared with Victor, I am too damn kind.

After a huge explosion.

Inside the church, it was a mess.

A dozen "militants" armed with M16s walked in, wearing gas masks, and continued to shoot at the gangsters on the ground.

All to the head.

A strong man wearing a mask held red spray paint and wrote in English on the wall: Fight against evil forces and maintain social fairness and justice! ——Robin Hood of New York!

Only fools leave their real identities. This is the RG-60TB thermobaric grenade. Who dares to leave their name?

Then he shouldn't be caught playing birdie by the FBI?

Mainly, this thing is really too dangerous. If you throw one into a white house, then... the whole world will be nervous.

"Head, I found Outlet Lucchese!"

At this moment, a younger brother raised his head and shouted, and pulled Godfather "Luckese" out with force.

This old man...

It's a pleasant death and basically painless.

"Give them a little shock!" The strong man's eyes flashed.

…

A group of people ran away without hesitation at all. When the Lucchese family came, they could only see the horrifying scene.

Next to the statue of Jesus, Otlet Lucchese's body was penetrated with a sharp cross and nailed to the wall.

Blood seeped out from above and fell to the ground in drops.

The statue of Jesus next to it had half of its face disfigured by the explosion, leaving only one eye, which seemed to be looking at it sadly.

"Godfather!" The remaining Lucchese knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

It's like my father is dead, but in fact, my father is dead.

The godfathers are dead!

At this time, the sound of a police car rang out outside.

The police who were always late finally arrived!

And some FBi.

A major shooting occurred in the New York area. Do you really think they don't care?

The survivors of the Lucchese family were also at a loss, so they could only let them rush in.

When they saw the mafia godfather nailed to the wall, they were also shocked.

"Oh my God!"

A female police officer with golden hair covered her mouth in fear and ran to the side to vomit.

"New York! It's going to explode!"

...

"Boss, it worked!"

The younger brother sitting in the co-pilot turned his head and said to Mike Corleone.

The latter crossed his legs and finished reading the last page before closing the book and nodding, "Who's next?"

"Blood Alliance! They were a strong suspect when Mr. Victor was attacked."

"Shh!"

Mike Corleone made a shut-up gesture with his hand on his lips, "Do we care about evidence?"

They all came out to avenge Mr. Victor. As long as they are suspected, kill them!

What a mess of gangs, are there any good ones?

The younger brother was startled and nodded vigorously.

Bang bang bang~

Just then, someone knocked on the window next to him.

The driver opened the window, "Get out! Go somewhere else."

"Sir.. Buy a flower?"

Mike Corleone turned his head and saw a little girl standing outside the window, wearing red clothes, looking at him nervously.

There was also a black bow tied on her head.

She saw Mike Corleone looking at her, obviously very nervous, "Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

The driver saw that the other party was disobedient, and was furious and was about to open the door and beat her, which frightened the other party and made her tremble and step back.

"Angse!"

Mike Corleone shouted softly, looking at the other party's nervous look, pointing at the flowers in her hand, "I want them all, Fox, give me the money."

The younger brother in the co-pilot hurriedly took out the money.

The little girl was stunned, and boldly said, "Sir, flowers... Flowers also have a shelf life. You don't need so many, don't waste money."

Mike Corleone's expression relaxed when he heard this, took a look, and said nothing.

The younger brother took the flowers and gave her the money.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"Do you have flowers tomorrow?"

The little girl nodded, "I can pick them."

"Give her a business card, I will take the flowers every day in the future."

Fox handed her a gold-plated business card.

The car window slowly closed and the car started slowly.

Looking at the gold-plated business card in her hand, the little girl's tears fell for some reason.

"Boss, what do you want the flowers for?" the younger brother couldn't help asking. "These flowers are not worth $100."

Mike Corleone sniffed the flowers under his nose and smiled.

The younger brother in front looked at this scene in horror.

Boss... . .

Smiled?

Fuck!

Is this a ghost?

"Fox, believe in the light."

"The fragrance of flowers is really intoxicating."

"Society is too bitter..."

……