America's Big Hero

The expansion of Jersey City is not difficult. With the successful experience of Newark next door, Jonas can easily reach an agreement with most of the gangs in Jersey City and agree on the transaction time.

The transaction time here had just been concluded, and Hector Seramanga received the news on the other side.

"Little mouse, I finally caught your tail. I want to see which sewer you got out of." Hector's withered face was full of ferocity.

……

In the early hours of October 1984, 10, north of Jersey City.

Jonas stood beside the car, holding a cigarette in his hand but not smoking, raised his watch and frowned, and said to himself, "It's been too long, why hasn't anyone come to trade yet?"

"Is there going to be any problem?" Next to him, a new comrade in arms said worriedly.

Jonas shook his head and didn't say anything. He was thinking about whether to retreat first and ask about the situation tomorrow, when he saw a series of car lights in the distance, driving this way.

"What's the matter? There are so many cars coming together?" Jonas first breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned again.

"How to do?"

"Wait and see what these Jersey City guys do, I really don't believe they dare to be rough."

"If you really do it, do you want to fight back?"

"No, the boss said, if you dare to rob, then give it to them. Later, we will mobilize people to collect money one by one!" Jonas grinned, his big white teeth shining coldly.

In a short while, a series of more than a dozen cars drove up to the front, and dozens of people came down, but no one took a step forward. They all stood by the car and looked at the front car.

Jonas gasped, things seemed out of control!

A bald head opened the car door, a thin figure in a black coat got out of the car, and several people followed behind him, walking towards Jonas.

"Your name is Sean?" Hector's voice was slightly hoarse, and he stared at Jonas like a vulture, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Sean is my boss." Jonas straightened his waist, "Who are you?"

"Oh." Hector was too lazy to answer Jonas, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "I'll give you half an hour to contact that kid named Sean, if he doesn't come after half an hour, let him go to the Hudson River Collect your body downstream, if you can still find your body."

After finishing speaking, Hector turned around and left, obviously not interested in saying anything to the dead man in his eyes.

Hekla left, but two people stayed and looked at Jonas, "You two come out alone, and call us."

Jonas glanced over there, the expression on his face changed, and he stepped forward, "Go, I'll go with you."

The two people who remained were not interested in nonsense, so they took Jonas into the car and left, and found the nearest place with a phone for him to call.

Sean was taken aback when he received the call from Jonas, and then realized that something went wrong, otherwise Jonas should be trading instead of calling himself at this time.

Hearing what Jonas said about the situation at the time, Sean took a deep breath, and he wasn't surprised.

Opening up the smuggled wine market is grabbing food from other people's bowls, and the backlash will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, and I didn't expect it to start in Jersey City.

"How many people are there on the other side, and what is the firepower?" Sean asked the key question directly, and he didn't have the intention of being easy to deal with it.

From the moment he made up his mind to quickly accumulate wealth by fishing sideways, he knew that fighting was indispensable.

This is a fast way to get rich, and it is also a bloody way.

"A total of 16 cars, but I just saw a lot of gang bosses in the group that I've seen in Jersey City before, and the firepower is unknown." Jonas was also stubborn, completely ignoring the person standing behind him, and said directly.

"Ask them, who are they?"

Jonas turned his head to look at the two Latino bald heads, "Sean asked which family you belong to?"

"The Salamanga house."

"Sean, did you hear that?" Jonas said into the phone.

"Jonas, I'm sorry, I was negligent this time." Sean did not answer, but began to apologize: "These transactions are very safe, so I neglected the security considerations and put you in this situation."

"It's not your fault. You want me to be alone. It's because I didn't consider safety issues." Jonas obviously understood what Sean meant.

"If you two die, I will use the entire Jersey City gang to bury you two." Sean said in a cold voice.

"Okay, then I'll wait in hell." Jonas grinned loudly.

Chapter 23: When the Fireworks Bloom

"Bill, raise the alarm and set off in 5 minutes, and ask everyone to bring good guys." Sean ordered to Bill beside him with a dark face.

"Okay!" Bill also heard what Jonas said, gritted his molars and said, "Bring an RPG!?"

"Bring it on, if someone wants to try our strength, let them open their eyes!" Sean narrowed his eyes, Seramanga, before I got the headshot, you came to the door first, since If so, then the new account and the old account will be settled together!

As soon as the alarm was raised, everyone jumped up and quickly changed into their combat uniforms, just like they were in the army back then.

Here, Sean re-divided everyone into combat groups according to the habits of the army, checked their weapons, and quickly boarded three pickup trucks!

Pickup truck is a good thing, it is a perfect match for home travel, killing people and getting more goods.

……

Watching Jonas being taken out and coming back, and the gangsters who came behind Salamanga's ass, laughed heartily.

For Sean, a smuggled liquor dealer who suddenly appeared, these guys didn't have much awe, but they were very jealous. They were jealous that Sean had monopolized the market and made a lot of money.

This time, the Salamanga family had called in advance, and they were naturally happy to see the conflict between the two sides. No one thought Sean had a chance.

Over the years, there have been many people who have tried to provoke and overthrow Sierramanga, but Sierramanga is still entrenched around Newark.

"Boss, that guy called, and Sean on the other side asked about our firepower." The person who brought Jonas on the phone reported to Hector immediately after returning.

"Ha, hahahaha." Hector let out a piercing laugh like a night owl as if he heard some funny joke.

"Do you want to kill them both first?" the subordinate pointed to Jonas and the two of them.

"No, don't worry." The old god Hector said groundedly: "I don't want to scare our little Xiao En, wait, wait, when they come, I will let him watch these two guys be executed with his own eyes."

"Maybe we, the people of Silamanga, have been too low-key recently, making some people think I'm old."

"Then take this opportunity to let them see the power of our Salamanga family, and save some little mice from jumping out to disgust people."

"However, just in case, we abolished them."

The subordinates received the order, walked over and pointed the muzzle of the pistol at Jonas's arm, "bang", "bang", "bang".

Jonas was shot in both arms, and basically lost the ability to resist.

Obviously, Sean and Hekla wanted to go together.

Sean wants to use the blood of the Salamanga family to forge his own foundation, and Hekla wants to use Sean's blood to redefine his throne again.

……

It's very close from Baseek to Jersey City, and it's only 15 kilometers along the highway. In 10 minutes, Sean and others approached Jonas's trading location.

The difference is that when the distance was more than one kilometer, Sean turned off the engine and got out of the car, and a group of people surrounded them in the dark with their equipment.

At the trading site, the vehicles parked nearby all turned on their headlights, illuminating the spot like daytime. Looking at it from afar, Sean sneered, "The mob!"

Although he said so, Sean still remained vigilant, waving his hands to make people carefully outflank him, and check whether there was anyone ambushing on the road.

Lying on the ground, watching the scene with a telescope, Sean wanted to find the location of that Hekla.

There is a saying that if you are poor, you will intersperse tactics, if you are strong, you will blow me up.

"Damn it, a bunch of people are here to join in the fun, and I'll make you look good in a while!" Sean cursed when he saw the gang members of Jersey City gathered together through the binoculars.

Contrary to Sean's expectations, although he didn't know what Hekla looked like, he quickly locked Hekla's location.

The reason for this result can only be said that these gangsters, even the mafia families, are really unprofessional.

A group of people surrounded the car where Hekla was sitting, directly exposing the position of the commander.

If this happens on the battlefield, it will only be covered by enemy firepower. Of course, now...

Sean waved his hands and said in a low voice: "Every unit is ready, Bill, you take people over there, try to form a crossfire, and be careful not to kill Jonas."

"Don't worry, boss, Jonas is smart, I bet, as soon as we fire here, he will get under the car immediately." Bill said with a smile, regardless of what he said on the phone just now, in fact, They were less worried when they found out that Jonas hadn't been executed early.

He survived the hail of bullets and bombardment on the battlefield, and how the hell could he overturn the ship in the hands of a group of gangsters?

That's too embarrassing!

"Well, if you have spare firepower for a while, give me a shot at those jersey city bitches, a bunch of sons of bitches, don't see if you're strong enough to get involved in this kind of thing!"

"Everyone get ready, let me set off a big firework for you first!" Sean said, half kneeling on the ground, with the RPG on his shoulders, aiming sideways to lock on the vehicle surrounded by several people.

Speaking of which, the behavior of the Salamanga family is actually normal.

Everyone in gang operations is like this. A group of people surround the boss. Even if they encounter an attack, they must kill the people outside before they can hurt the boss. In fact, it is very safe.

It was Sean who had the problem.

Everyone is gangsters fighting, at most they just shoot with submachine guns...

It's just that Sean didn't think so, locked on the target, and pulled the trigger heavily with his right index finger.

"Whoosh" flames sprayed, and the warhead sprayed flames and began to accelerate in the air, drawing a long trajectory in the night sky.

It seems that the speed is not fast. Someone on the side of Seramanga has already discovered the flame trail, but it just seems to be uncomfortable in vision.

"Look out!" Just yelled out, before the person had time to lie down, the bullet had already arrived.

"Boom!!" There was a loud noise, and the flames shot up into the sky. Accompanied by scattered limbs and broken arms, the Ford Mercury was blown up to a height of more than three meters, rolled twice in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. , The flames blazed from inside the car.

The shock wave rolled up the blood and flesh and spread towards the four sides. The sound of the bombing made everyone on the scene lose their voices and stared blankly at this scene.

Those members of the Jersey City gang who came to watch Sean's excitement were dumbfounded, and couldn't tell whether they accidentally ran to the battlefield.

Damn it, everyone is a gangster, shouldn't they meet and talk first, and then draw a gun and start doing it if they can't agree?

You use the bazooka as soon as you come up, isn't it too much!

It's just that Sean obviously didn't want to give them a chance to think too much. Just as Hekla and the other backbone of the Salamanga family were sent to the sky, Bill and the others set up their submachine guns and started shooting wildly.

两个方向形成交叉火力，7把容弹量32发，使用9X19毫米枪弹的Mac－10式冲锋枪，20秒内就朝着现场倾泻了200多发子弹。

The metal storm ruthlessly swept towards the scene. Except for a few lucky ones, all the guys who reacted slowly and failed to find the bunker in the first place were all killed on the spot.

Chapter 24: Da Da Da

When RPG called, Jonas was really taken aback. He knew Sean was angry, but he never expected Sean to play such a big game, starting with RPG.

You know, RPG is not a product for civilian use. Gun shops can’t buy it. They only have this one, and there is only one bullet. It was secretly made by Jonas as a souvenir when he retired. Sean was wasted.

Distressed but distressed, Jonas was not slow to react, the first time Hector was blasted into the sky, he fell to the ground, rolled and got into the bottom of the van.

He knew that there would be crossfire in a short while, bullets on the battlefield don't have eyes, and he didn't want to be killed by the reflected stray bullets.

The Salamanga family is worthy of being able to stand in Newark for many years. Even if the boss was killed by an RPG shot by Sean, the few remaining alive did not lose the courage to resist. For a while, the guy was pulled out of the car and started to fight back.

Submachine guns, pistols, although there were only four people left, they still gritted their teeth and fought back.

"Da da da" and "bang bang bang" both sides fired non-stop, making the scene the same as the battlefield for a while.

"Bill, you suppress them, I'll lead someone to outflank them." Sean ran up to Bill and said something, and immediately led the two of them around the battlefield.

While running, Sean was thinking, the equipment in his hand is still not enough, at least the battlefield communication is not done well, the walkie-talkie should be prepared in advance!

I didn't take this thing seriously before, but the FM and AM walkie-talkies of this era are too big, they are old-fashioned big brothers, and they are equipped with AA batteries or nickel-cadmium batteries, which are dead heavy.

It's not like 20 years later, just don't put headphones on your ears.

In this era without mobile phones, communication problems are really annoying. After this incident, Sean has decided to build a radio station to match the walkie-talkie!

During World War II, Motorola's SCR300tm backpack FM walkie-talkie, which was carried on the back of the American soldier in the movie, could already achieve a communication distance of 10 miles.

It was even better when it was used in the Grenada war last time.

When I went back, Sean planned to get a 30-80M HF short-range walkie-talkie, and installed it in the car. The signal could cover half of New Jersey. When I went out, I could receive the news as soon as I had something.

Thinking about something in his head, he quickly walked half a circle around the battlefield. The remaining remnants of the Salamanga family were also suppressed and could not be lifted at all. When Sean rushed out from behind with a submachine gun, those guys defenseless.

After the "da da da" and "da da da" shot, the last few bald heads of Seramanga also fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing the deaths of several people, Sean let out a sigh of relief, and turned his gaze to the other side. It was a group of gangsters from Jersey City who came to watch the excitement.

Turning the muzzle of the gun and pointing at it, suddenly, a group of people screamed in fright, raised their hands high, and their faces were full of horror.

"We never thought of going against you, we were also forced, it was the people of Seramanga who forced us!" The organic man shouted loudly, hoping that the gang of butchers who were jealous of killing people would let them go .

"Why didn't you notify me?" Sean asked coldly.

A group of people looked at each other in blank dismay. No one thought that you were so fierce. That was the Sierramanga that had suppressed Newark for many years. Who would have thought of reporting to you? Wouldn’t it be revenge from the Salamanga family?