Rebirth of Eagle Sauce, from drug trafficking to the man behind the White House

The emergence of the Soviet-style AK47 has cross-epochal significance. It not only created a new trend in the history of firearms design, but also swept a number of firearms with old Western design concepts into the garbage heap of history.

The weapons on the battlefield are used to beat gangsters, and the mafia has caught up.

The car door opened, and Chen Chen, wearing a civilized hat, walked to James Bar. The security guard at the door was busy flirting with the street girl and didn't notice them at all.

After entering the bar, a lively atmosphere hit us. Men and women hugged each other. Stimulated by hippie music, people showed their madness. Some people even fought against real soldiers in the corner.

After staying inside for just a few minutes, Chen Chen felt that his eardrums were a little swollen, and he also smelled the smell of marijuana. The group moved slowly, passed through the busy bar, and arrived at the casino behind.

Formal casinos in the beautiful country require licenses, such as Las Vegas, but the gangs don't care about these. They do all the business as long as it is profitable. However, in order to give the government a face, they opened a bar in front of the casino to cover it up.

After passing through a small square with a fountain, the crowd here was much thinner, but the loud music could still be heard. After entering the corridor of the casino, there was indeed a person searching you.

Chen Chen stood in the corridor and paused slightly.

"Sir, thank you for your business and please cooperate with me!"

The waiter seemed to have taken two magnets. He patted Chen Chen's waist very quickly and let him in if there was no abnormality.

Guns cannot be brought in, and there is no need to bring things like machetes in. , using a machete to deal with the mafia was just looking for death.

Chen Chen made eye contact with several people, and accepted the search with a natural expression.

At the same time, after Ding Qing felt Chen Chen’s eyes in the back, he returned to the bar and turned on the music. The largest.

At this time, there were more and more guests in the bar, and no one noticed anything strange as the music became louder.

After doing all this, Ding Qing turned back and entered the casino again. After being searched, he met up with Chen Chen and others.

Inside and outside the casino 12 burly men took turns on duty, and it looked quite busy with people coming and going.

There were 8 gambling tables outside, and the chip exchange counter was separated by a security door. From the window, you could see that there was a person guarding the money inside.

"Anyone who wants to enter the chip exchange window must pass through this security door. The cash inside is estimated to be more than 500,000 US dollars, a large part of which is given to the upper levels of the Mafia. The small room is guarded by at least 20 guns."

"Mafia patrol officers can arrive at the scene in 15 minutes. If we take action, we must finish it within 15 minutes."

Song Jiamo smoked a cigarette and reported to Chen Chen in a low voice.

There were many people coming and going in the casino, some in suits and leather shoes, some with tattoos on their heads. They watched the briefcases coming in and out.

No matter who approached the security door, they would be arrested Search them carefully.

At this time, everyone had no guns in their hands, and they were a little nervous when facing many guards.

Chen Chen remained calm and found a gambling table with few people:

"Ding Qing, go and change the chips. Song Jiamo, go check out other gambling tables. In 5 minutes, someone will send the gun bag to this gambling table. Let's start as planned."

After hearing Chen Chen's arrangement, everyone dispersed.

Chen Chen looked at the chip exchange window, his eyes locked on the security door, and his watch began to count down.

……

Andrew crossed his legs, flying leaves in his hands, and smoke and dust were scattered in the small room.

"Fake, what happened to Fatty and his group? Is there no news yet?"

"Boss Andrew, are they taking the money and running away? That's 50,000 US dollars. It's been two days and there's no response from the Chinese gang."

The boy who counted the money replied.

A few days ago, in this room, Andrew personally counted out 50,000 US dollars, put it in a large envelope and handed it to Fatty and his group, asking them to get rid of some important gang figures.

But it took two full days. God, no news came out from the Chinese gang.

Andrew pulled out a newspaper from under the seat cushion. The content on it was that there was a suspected gun battle in a hospital in San Francisco, but the police did not find the body or any suspicious objects.

Andrew took a bite of the leaf and hid his face. No expression can be seen in the smoke:

"It's not enough to run away, no one dares to play tricks with the mafia! It stands to reason that Fatty's group is more than enough to deal with the Chinese gang. There are five of them, and they also have a shotgun."

Andrew is not Italian, but he is affiliated with the Mafia. He is in charge of No. 100 people in San Francisco and is considered one of the leaders. He only needs to pay monthly fees to the Mafia organization.

He held the newspaper and felt a little uneasy..

At this time, the Chinese are not obedient and docile sheep in the future. The Chinese youth accomplices are well known. The struggle between Chinese gangs and the mafia is also life-and-death. Many white people in San Francisco are afraid of the Chinese!

"You said...if the Chinese hadn't died, would we have been traced to us?"

As soon as Andrew finished speaking, there was a burst of noise outside.

"Those who didn’t want to die all squatted down with their heads in their hands!"

A few people wearing balaclavas quickly took control of the 8 gaming tables. There was a lot of noise and the scene was chaotic.

Andrew frowned subconsciously:

"Farke! Those people outside are playing so crazy, the music is turned up so loud……" boom!

A loud bang exploded in my ears.

The security door of the chip window was shattered by the strong shock wave. The employee exchanging chips was blown more than three meters away, and his severed hands and feet flew onto the gaming table.

"ah!"

A high-pitched scream sounded in the crowd, and the human body parts immediately caused panic among the guests.

"Everyone squatted down, held their heads and were not allowed to move!"

Ding Qing was wearing a blood-stained goat mask. He looked like a devil crawling out of hell. He was guarding the door with a Thompson submachine gun. He had already killed three of the 12 burly men in the casino.

Suddenly Seeing the blood-stained goat mask, the gamblers were frightened out of their wits. They huddled together and shivered, and some women even sobbed softly.

Before the smoke cleared, Song Jiamo, wearing a fierce horse mask and holding a shotgun, was the first to point at the smoke. Shooting from the opposite side, others wearing black bull masks and holding Thompson submachine guns stepped forward.