Rebirth of the Powerful

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 was only wearing short denim shorts and a small vest, revealing healthy wheat-colored skin, and a pair of naughty and With affectionate eyes, there is a sexy and explosive wildness all over her body.

The little wild cat wrapped his hands around the beast's neck, hugged him tightly, raised his feet in black patent leather high heels, and his straight and muscular legs wrapped around his waist.

All this made the beast excited. He pulled up the little wild cat's vest and kissed it down fiercely. He encloses the pink bud in his lips and licks it vigorously.

At the same time, his hands fumbled down to the buttons of her hot pants, and he yanked open the zipper and pulled it down all at once.The little wild cat groaned and giggled, and the slutty voice made the beast even more excited.

He pulled down his pants, straightened his waist, and sprinted.The little wild cat made a cool purring sound, like a little wild cat meowing softly.

Some of the men and women dancing on the dance floor in the bar turned a blind eye and took no notice of it, while others were aroused by the stimulating scene.

They caressed and kissed each other, and many women's clothes were taken off, and they hugged each other, doing it majestically and without any sense of shame.

Many of these women are drug addicts and low-level whores.Do it once, and it doesn't cost a lot of money.

Sitting with the Beast are people with a relatively high middle class in the gang. They all have relatively fixed women. Seeing that the boss has already started to move, and remembering the bombing case against the Chinese in the afternoon, they are in a good mood. With such a shocking case, I am afraid that his reputation and prestige in Brazil will be further improved in the future.

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

Most of the First Command in Rio are impoverished people from slums. They have lived in precarious conditions since they were young.Their requirements are simple, to satisfy their endless desires, and they are bottom-level desires.

They have an incomparable enthusiasm for strong wine, 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 not have too high a vision, nor do they have a smart layout.It's just muddling along, if you have wine today, you will be drunk today.

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

The Beast patted his face in satisfaction...

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

The Beast stood on the stage, with a tall body, and the punk-like Pikan could not cover his explosive muscles. The studded combat boots on his feet made him look very imposing, and his face showed a strong expression. With a strong murderous air, these men and women on the dance floor immediately fell silent when they saw him.

The Beast scanned the silent dance floor with domineering aura, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice was low and full of terror: "Tonight is a day worth celebrating! Because, for my Brother revenge! In the past few days, we have killed 53 Chinese! In Brazil, only the First Command does this kind of thing! We are destined to be the greatest gangster!"

"Rio First Command!"

"First Command!"

"First Command!"

The gang members in the audience looked devoutly at their boss, who existed like a god in their minds, and gently called out the name of the gang. Slowly, the shouting became louder and louder, In the end, it turned out to be like a gang of tides, surging through the entire bar, slapping the walls, and seemed to be able to overturn the roof.

Beast looked at these gang members on the dance floor with satisfaction and smiled with satisfaction.He felt a sense of aloofness, of being revered like a god.

He pressed his hand down, stopped the shouting of the crowd, and said: "Yellow monkeys! Chinese! They will always be an inferior race! They are very short, have no strength, and can't play football! They can only make restaurants! Make restaurants !"

Beast seems to have some kind of deep-rooted prejudice against Chinese, including Chinese food.It's no wonder that Chinese cuisine is unparalleled in the world.Beast sees that he is not making as much money selling white fans as Chinese people opening restaurants, so how can he not be jealous and hate him!Although, every morning, he would ask his men to go to the Chinese restaurant to buy a big bag of buns, and eat them secretly.However, he always believed that the Chinese were an inferior race.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

The gang members in the audience shouted frantically.

The beast smiled slightly, and the place immediately became quiet.The Beast shouted: "Break those bonds, let go of your hearts, and have fun! There are beauties here! There is good beer! There is white powder! Tonight, it's all free! This is heaven! As long as you are faithful ! Be loyal to First Command! You will have it all! Enjoy it all!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience!

The beast laughed and walked off the stage.

Just after stepping off the stage, a senior member of the guild anxiously walked up to the beast, whispered in a trembling voice: "Mr. Renault, there is a group...a ​​force we don't know, who suddenly shot at our people and died. A lot of people?"

"Don't panic. Be calm, gangster, dead people are common." Beast glanced at his subordinates, and said in a calm tone: "How many people died?"

"I didn't have time to count." The subordinates tried their best to control their emotions, but the scene he saw just now made his voice dry and shivering. "However, these people are very skilled, and we have no chance of fighting back. In just three hours, they have already raided more than a dozen of our underground bars...including the bar of the lady in red."

"What?" The beast raised an eyebrow and asked in shock.The Girl in Red is one of the few high-end bars under his banner, and it is also an important den of his drug trafficking and sales.Moreover, the defense here is the best, and he is not afraid of openly launching it with the police.The other party raided his bar, and needless to say, the $500 million worth of drugs he had left there were destroyed.

"How's the situation there?" He was taken aback and asked.

"More than 30 members in the bar were shot to death by the other party, and the bar was burned." The subordinate replied tremblingly.

The beast was furious, clenched its teeth, and the muscles on its face trembled slightly. It seemed that his guess was correct. 500 million US dollars, it was so easily killed by others.He asked in a low voice, "Who did it?"

"Well, we really don't know, the other party is masked, driving motorcycles and off-road vehicles. He shoots and throws bombs when he sees anyone. After shooting, he immediately rushes to the next one of our sites..."

"Get out!" The beast slapped him in the face!

He rushed to his subordinates, waved his hand, and a group of people walked out of the dark screaming bar immediately under his leadership.

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

The San Siro area has been shrouded in a sea of ​​flames, the flames are soaring into the sky, gunshots, explosions, one after another.

The beast's face was livid, and he carefully identified it. The flames were all his dens, a foundation he had worked hard for many years.

His heart is pierced at the moment, and the best defense is offense.And now, the opponent is attacking.The enemy is completely in the dark, and he has no knowledge of this enemy lurking in the dark.

He has dozens of dens and thousands of guild members. Now, the other party is making such frequent moves, all flowers are blooming, and they are attacking so many dens at once. The strength can be imagined!

The entire San Siro area was in chaos, and now, there was not a single policeman on the street.

Brazil's social security is as distinct as their slums and rich areas.In rich areas, police cars patrol back and forth 24 hours a day, and the streets are full of police, while in slums, the police do not show up at all. This has become a paradise for crime and a hell for crime.

The Beast has always regarded itself as a strong man. In the San Siro area, he is an out-and-out king. Once, he enjoyed a world without police and order. 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 uttered a few words between its teeth: "Call people over!"

"Don't call people. We have killed all your people..." In the night, in the light of the fire, a group of tiger and wolf divisions in camouflage uniforms and full Marine Corps equipment walked towards him. Among them, One of the leaders, a man with a few studs on his ears and oil paint on his face, smiled at him.

"Who are you? Which side do you represent?" The beast calmed down when the enemy really came in front of him. He stared fiercely at the visitor and asked in a low voice.

"Blade. Sharp knife mercenary organization." Daofeng spit out these words slowly.

He couldn't help but tremble when it was heard by the beast's ears. This is a frightening name.This is an army that claims to have no nationality, a group of soldiers who have no opponents, and a group of masters who have no impossible tasks.

In just two years since its establishment, they have achieved a great reputation in the international mercenary market, approaching 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 that he would probably fall down and never have a chance to stand up again.Therefore, he really wanted to understand, if he died, how he died.

"We are an army without nationality. However, our members all have their motherland." Dao Feng said lightly.

"What does this have to do with me?" The beast asked in a deep voice. "I know you, you originally belonged to the big circle of country f, and I have never done anything that is not good for country f. Most of the sharp knife mercenaries are from the big circle of North America, and I have never messed with gangsters in North America !"

"You know a lot." Dao Feng 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 all the big circles in the world have a common motherland. Huaxia!!"

Before the words fell, the blade was already dispatched like a spirit snake.

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