Reborn American Giants

A group of five black Mercedes-Benz cars formed a convoy, driving in the traffic. Porfirio sat in the first car, using the intercom to keep in touch with the following cars, so that everyone could pay attention to the distance and stay alert at all times.

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A white pickup truck made by American General Motors was driving in front of the convoy. Porfirio glanced at it. The compartment behind it was filled with bamboo baskets, which seemed to contain some fruits. The pickup truck was in tatters.

, the car body was mottled, and as soon as the driver stepped on the accelerator, the exhaust pipe trembled and emitted streams of thick black smoke.

Such vehicles are generally smuggled from the United States. Those vehicles in the United States that have reached their age or driving distance will be towed to abandoned vehicle treatment plants and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

These vehicles that have reached their age are vehicles with hidden installation risks for Americans, but for Latin American countries like El Salvador, as long as they can still run, who cares about the safety risks.

Therefore, some gang organizations smuggle these expired vehicles from the United States to their own countries at the price of scrap steel, then renovate them and continue to sell them to people in need. This kind of cheap abandoned vehicles are very popular among the locals.

, the Gref family, as the largest gang organization in San Salvador, is also doing this business, and the profits are not low.

The speed of the convoy was not fast, staying at about sixty yards, so soon, the pickup truck emitted a plume of thick smoke from the back of the truck and gradually disappeared.

As we continue to move forward in the dark night, buildings with dim yellow lights keep passing behind us, which can easily give people a strange and bizarre feeling.

The convoy continued driving for more than ten minutes and turned onto Highway 14. It would take more than twenty minutes to drive back to Fandino. However, the traffic in front seemed to be getting slower and slower. In the distance, you could see

A bunch of people gathered in front of me, forming a circle, not knowing what they were doing.

The congested vehicles kept honking their horns, trying to get the crowd to get out of the way so that he could pass. Porfirio unbuckled his seat belt, lowered the window, and then leaned out to look towards the crowd.

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There must have been a car accident ahead. The white pickup truck that I saw just now turned over, and the front of another black box truck hit the middle of the pickup's rear bucket. The entire cab was deformed and rippled.

Ferio did not see the driver. Logically speaking, such a violent impact would have killed the driver. This was probably when the truck rushed out of the intersection and suddenly hit a pickup truck that was traveling normally, and what happened was

Roll over.

It was impossible for the police to arrive so soon. The fruits shipped in the pickup truck were scattered all over the ground, causing looting by surrounding residents. As a result, the traffic was temporarily sluggish. It should be night now, and there was not a lot of traffic, otherwise it would have been jammed.

The vehicles should be arranged in a long snake formation.

Sensing the slowdown of the vehicle, Victor put down the report in his hand and asked Ato: "What's going on?"

"Sir, there seems to be a car accident ahead. Do you need to take a detour? I will notify Captain Porfirio immediately."

"Forget it," Victor heard that there was a car accident and ignored it. He continued to focus on the report in his hand...

"Bang"

There was a loud noise, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the rear seat window glass, with a white dot in the middle, which was the trace left by a 7.62 rifle bullet.

The moment the gunfire rang out, Victor instinctively lowered his body and lay under the seat. Immediately afterwards, a sound of "ping ping ping ping ping" kept coming to his ears. This was the car body being hit by bullets.

, the bullet collided with steel. The bulletproof glass was hit by continuous rifle bullets, and finally reached its limit. First, more cracks appeared, and then it shattered into pieces under the huge impact. Victor covered his head,

Several fragments left several scratches on his arm.

This is an attack, but the attacker may not have thought that after the last attack on Victor's car, a high-end bulletproof version was specially customized from the German Mercedes-Benz factory. The price is half a million US dollars. It is really a real thing.

It's worth it. The bulletproof glass made with special technology can withstand 3-5 consecutive direct hits from 7.62 bullets, which made him safe from the first wave of attacks.

As soon as the attack happened, Ato was definitely a loyal subordinate. He didn't care how many attackers were outside or what the situation was. He pulled out a Glock pistol from his waist and kicked open the car door.

, then jumped out of the car, relying on the front of the car, and kept pulling the trigger in his hand.

Victor was not as reckless as him. He lowered his body as much as possible, then opened the car door and rolled out of the car.

Porfirio felt lucky. When the gunfire rang out, he happened to be leaning out of the car with his upper body. The driver of his car was shot into the glass and was beaten into a wasp's nest. He held on to the steering wheel.

With a tilt of his right hand, the front of the car hit the butt of a van in front of him. Porfirio was thrown out of the car. He just rolled a few times on the ground. Apart from a few scratches on his skin, he was not seriously injured.

Quickly getting up, Porfirio pulled out the weapon from his waist and knocked to the ground an armed man who was holding a weapon and wanted to rush out from the crowd at the scene of the car accident. Then he spat hard,

He lowered his body and returned to the car to check on the bodyguard who was in the car with him.

The driver, Camaro, had his head lying on the steering wheel. Porfirio saw that he was bleeding all over and knew that he was hopeless. In the back seat, Cantu, who was on the driver's side, was leaning and motionless, looking fierce.

It was a bit sad, but there was still one team member, Vanya, who seemed to be moaning.

Porfirio sat on the ground, opened the car door, then grabbed his collar and pulled him out.

The gunfire continued, and the people who were just grabbing fruits had already dispersed. The driver at the rear of the convoy also abandoned his vehicle and fled the battlefield in front of him. For the gun battle, the residents of San Salvador had already

A conditioned reflex has formed, that is, we must stay away from the place where the gunshots are heard.

Putting Vanya on the ground, Porfirio quickly checked his injuries. He was shot once in the thigh and right arm. However, the bullet had lost most of its kinetic energy after passing through the car door, so after

After hitting him, the injuries caused were not too serious. As long as he was sent to the hospital for treatment in time, he was lucky enough not to lose his arms and legs.

"Hey, buddy, you'll be fine, just be careful and don't move here," Porfirio pulled Vania's head and said to him. Vania nodded in confusion, and the wound was losing blood rapidly.

Make him feel dizzy.

Porfirio took off Vania's belt, tied it above the wound on his thigh, and tightened it vigorously. Then he patted Vania's face, lowered his body, and touched the trunk of the car.

He carefully opened the car trunk and found four FNC80 rifles, some magazines and grenades inside. He grabbed a few grenades and smoke grenades and hung them around his waist. Porfirio moved toward Victor's car.

All the bodyguards who were still able to move got out of the car. Some of them had opened the trunk and took out their weapons. They were relying on the cover of the car to shoot to the other side. The bodies of five or six attackers were already lying on the ground.

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Victor was sitting on the ground. After Porfirio came over, he handed him a rifle and asked in a low voice: "Boss, are you okay?" Then he quickly checked Victor's body with his hands.

"Okay, I'm fine," he waved to stop the bodyguard captain from inspecting him. His hands had already reached Victor's lower body, which made Victor feel a chill.

Since being elected as a member of the parliament, Victor has rarely heard gunfire ringing in his ears. Now that he was attacked, he felt that his body was gradually waking up when he smelled the familiar smell of gunpowder smoke.

There were only a few attackers in front of him, which could be heard from the sparse gunshots, so Victor didn't take it to heart. He was guessing the identity of the attackers.

Thinking of the report in his hand, Victor couldn't help but feel that the killers of the Medellin Group were really brave. When the gangs in San Salvador sent a large number of manpower to search the city, they didn't evacuate or hide quickly.

Here, on Route 14, an attack was launched against him, which was indeed unexpected.

It's just that these people underestimated the strength of the guards around Victor. At the same time, their number was too small, and it was impossible to break through the defense of the bodyguards around Victor. Such an attack was destined to make them return in vain.

Holding the upper body made of FNC 80 steel in his hand, the heavy weight in his hand made Victor feel a long-lost familiarity. He flipped the shooting mode adjustment button above the trigger, adjusted the shooting mode to burst fire, then leaned out and shot towards a

An attacker came around from behind the road and prepared for a sneak attack and pulled the trigger. The attacker fell down at the sound. Victor fired three more bullets and then retracted his body.