Chapter 254 The Lucchese family? One more shuttle!
New York at 4am.
Outside John F. Kennedy International Airport.
Wearing a black suit, hat and scarf, Mike Corleone walked into the bathroom. There were two black men inside who were smoking cigarettes. When they saw him, they looked at each other.
You can tell at a glance that they are vagrants or gangsters.
Their favorite places to occupy are KFC, park benches, and airport toilets, where you can often see people drunk like mud.
Mike Corleone took out his tools and was peeing when the two men came over and whistled, "Hey! Get some money."
The other party glanced at him and finally spoke. , the voice is very magnetic and a little hoarse, "Robbery?"
"Yes! Take all your money...OH! Shet!"
Mike Corleone 1 He twisted his hips and peed directly on the other person's shoes. The black man cursed angrily, but he grabbed his head and pinned it firmly into the cesspool. The other man cursed and rushed forward.
He took out a gun from his coat and fired three shots at the opponent. It was equipped with a silencer and the sound was not very loud.
One shot in the head and two in the chest, Jesus came to believe in Buddhism.
Mike Corleone let go of his hand, and the black man, who almost choked to death from urine, lay on the ground and retched. His face was pale and black.
When he saw the corpse of his companion on the ground, his pupils shrank and he saw a pair of feet standing in front of him.
"Good night, sir."
Boom!
The bullet passed through the skull, and the opponent fell to the ground like a dead dog.
Mike Corleone stuffed the gun back into his coat, walked to the sink, and washed his hands. Behind him lay two corpses, with blood seeping out from under them.
He turned off the faucet, looked at his masterpiece, gently took off the hat with his right hand, and said in a very gentlemanly manner, "Goodbye."
Leaved the bathroom on his leather shoes.
"Boss!"
As soon as he walked out, there were dozens of burly men standing outside, all bowing in unison. The sound was so loud that the pedestrians nearby 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 roadside, while the younger brother behind him got into the off-road vehicle and drove away under the complicated eyes of pedestrians.
"So handsome!" A blond boy wearing a newsboy cap just came out of the airport with his luggage. 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 tigerish face.
The blond boy shrank his head and said nothing, but his eyes were full of curiosity about what was going on.
"Do you want to go back to the hotel? Boss."
"Go to the Lucchese family!" Mike Corleone said hoarsely, "Mr. Casare was threatened by them in Detroit. He If they are not happy, Mr. Victor is not happy, and if they are not happy, I am not happy.”
"Then it will only make the Lucchese family unhappy."
"Kill them!"
"Understood!"
The convoy is heading towards the Lucchese family Rushed to District 9 where members gathered.
The SUV in the back.
The boys were holding M16s, one of them was holding an M249 light machine gun, and another strapped two grenades to himself, looking like a gangster.
The FBI has a headache.
The five off-road vehicles stepped on the accelerator and passed the boss's car, taking the lead.
Mike Corleone quietly held a copy of "Victor's Struggle" and read it.
District 9, the traditional area of the Lucchese family.
There is a church here that dates back to the 19th century, and their children got married here. Around here, there are many bars and residential areas, most of which are lived by the Lucchese family.
After hundreds of years of development, a criminal family moved from Italy has long since become a symbol and has been deeply integrated into the local culture.
The only thing that will not change is probably the worship of violence.
They have not forgotten their traditional craftsmanship.
It was Sunday. Early in the morning, when the sky was getting bright, many people from the Lucchese family got up and went to church to pray.
It's ridiculous to say that.
The gangster family insists on praying every day before and after meals, before and after going to bed, and they must remember Jesus every day.
Does this look like...
Someone who comes out to hang out pays homage to the second brother Guan?
If my second brother knew you were doing this, he would get up and chop you in the head.
The 71-year-old godfather, Otlet Luckey, has age spots all over his face and his legs and feet are not very good, but with the help of his servants, he still came to the church.
Kneel down devoutly.
Following behind them are all core family members.
“May God bless the Lucchese family with prosperity, Amen.”
“Amen~”
Otele Lukese was helped to his feet by his eldest son and grandson.
"Father, Osvera was beaten by Mexicans in Detroit."
"Ahem, cough...is it serious?"
"The leg is broken, doctor. He said that he might have to be a cripple in the future." The eldest son said softly, looking at the old man's expression.
That Osvera is his half-brother, and he is also an illegitimate son. He usually just does nothing.
But Otlet Lukese 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 never expected that the stinky soldier would go to join the Mexicans.
Thinking that the other party will give face to the Lucchese family...
Outlet'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 Nodding, "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?"< br>
"Haha~" Outlet Lucchese still liked his eldest grandson and patted his head. "He doesn't 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.
Bang!
Bang bang bang!
Someone shot? who?
The other four of the five 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...Xiaomao...bazooka!!" Otele Lukese patted his eldest son and grandson on the shoulder, but he hadn't finished his words of comfort yet.
I saw a cannonball flying in 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 shouted to the survivors to carry him out and run away.
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?
Do you have 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 is a submachine gun under the Jesus statue!" The eldest grandson and several young family members rushed over and pushed the Jesus statue away. Sure enough, they saw a pit and saw an 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 just 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.
In this way, the killing radius of such a small grenade reaches 7 meters, and the secondary explosion can generate high pressure and consume oxygen, which can be used to deal with targets in relatively closed spaces such as houses and caves. The effect is outstanding, and it can instantly consume the oxygen in a certain space. Even if the personnel who were originally affected by the explosion do not die, they will soon be seriously injured 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 is not necessary for you to have a large diameter.
But this thermobaric grenade...
It is definitely a weapon for fighting gangs.
The founder of the "Mo School" theory once said: Compared with Victor, I am too damn kind.
After a huge explosion.
The church was in a mess.
More than a dozen "militants" armed with M16s walked in, wearing gas masks and continued to shoot at the gangsters on the ground.
All facing 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?
Why don't you get 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 boy raised his head and shouted, and pulled the godfather of “Luckesse” out with force. .
This old man...
He died very happily, with basically no pain.
“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 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 sounded outside.
The always late police finally arrived!
There are also some FBi.
A major shooting occurred in the New York area. I really thought they didn’t care.
The surviving members of the Lucchese family were also helpless, so they could only be allowed to rush in.
I was also shocked when I saw the Mafia Godfather nailed to the wall.
"Oh God!!"
A female police officer with blond hair covered her mouth in horror, couldn't bear it and ran to the side to vomit.
"New York! It's going to explode!"
...
“Boss, it’s successful!”
The younger brother sitting in the passenger seat turned his head and said to Mike Corleone.
The latter crossed his legs and read the last page before closing the book and nodding, "Who is next?"
"Blood Alliance! When Mr. Victor was attacked, they had Deep suspicion.”
"Shh!"
Mike Corleone made a shut-up gesture with his hand on his lips, "Do we care about the evidence?"
They all came out to avenge Mr. Victor, If you have any doubts, kill them!
What a mess of gangsters, are there any good ones?
The younger brother was startled and nodded vigorously.
Bang bang bang~
At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the window.
The driver opened the window, "Get out! Go somewhere else."
"Sir... want to buy a flower?"
Mike Corleone turned his head and said He saw a little girl standing outside the window, wearing red clothes, looking at him nervously.
There is 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?"
When the driver saw that the other party was disobedient, he was so angry that he opened the door and beat her. , so scared that the other party trembled and took a step back.
"Anse!"
Mike Corleone shouted softly, looking at the other party's nervous look, pointing to the flowers in her hand, "I want them all, Fox , give money.”
The co-pilot's brother quickly 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, so you don't waste money."
Mike Ke When Leon heard this, his expression relaxed, he glanced at it, but said nothing.
The younger brother will take a handful of flowers and give the money to her.
“Thank you, thank you!”
"Do you have any flowers tomorrow?"
The little girl nodded, "I can pick them."
"Give her a business card, and I will ask for flowers every day from now on."
Fox handed her a gold-gilded business card.
The windows were slowly pulled up and the vehicle started slowly.
Looking at the gilded business card in her hand, the little girl's tears fell down for no apparent reason.
"Boss, what do you want the money for?" The younger brother couldn't help but ask. "Such flowers are not worth 100 US dollars."
Mike Corleone sniffed the flowers under his nose and smiled.
The boy in front looked at this scene in horror.
Boss. . .
Laughing?
Hold the grass!
Is this a ghost?
"Fox, believe in the light."
"The fragrance of flowers is really intoxicating."
"Society is too miserable..."
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(End of this chapter)