Reborn Russia As An Oligarch

   Chapter 343 Welcome to Hell

   "These people... are real devils!"

   next to Anton said with lingering fears.

   "Could it be better than special forces like Russia's signal flag and Alpha?" Wang Ye asked in surprise.

   Maozi's special forces are also well-known in the world. Now that Petrov is not using these special forces, he chooses the Checheng Black Devil Army, which makes him a little difficult to understand.

"Because only they are enough to attack... Cruel! Isn't this just enough to meet your boss's requirements and make the death of those **** less happy. Besides, our Wagner Company also needs a group of such people to do dirty work. After doing this, I plan to place those people in Checheng, and open a base there to facilitate recruiting people locally. Their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated, especially their identities, many things are left to It's more convenient for them to do it," Petrov explained.

   Wang Ye understood.

   He nodded, agreeing with Petrov's idea, "Then hurry up and do it, I hope to see the results soon."

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  Wang Ye and the others are planning to take revenge, but in San Francisco, those old black people don't know that the shadow is coming to them.

  La Shaun was the black fat man who caused trouble that night. He was indeed a gang leader, and he was quite famous in San Francisco.

  Old black gangsters, the most common business is just selling D products, and La Shaun and the others naturally do this too.

   After the conflict that night, LaShawn personally shot and killed the very capable Russian guy, and he boasted to the boys afterwards.

"Haha, I've said it long ago, follow me with a promising future. No matter how good your skills are these days, you can kill you with one shot! The key is to have money and guns! Even if you kill one person, I'm not There's nothing wrong with that, the trash at the police station, they should know that I did this, but do they dare to provoke me?"

LaShawn's words must be bragging. The reason why the police station didn't trouble him is not because they didn't dare to mess with him, but because they wanted to convict LaShawn and collect evidence. They didn't bother to spend. So much energy to do it.

"The boss is amazing, that kid was quite arrogant at the time, and he beat a few of us by himself, but he didn't fall behind. Haha, he was shot down by the boss, and watching the boss mercilessly empty a clip, it's like So exciting!"

   "Boss, we can't be careless. I feel that those people should be quite rich. They came from Russia. They shouldn't give up with us."

  La Shawn's subordinates, there are also people who worry that this matter is not over yet.

But La Shaun didn't take it to heart at all. He patted his belly and laughed: "You are not only a nigga, but also a coward! You know, this is our American territory, and it is not their Russians' turn to go wild. !"

   "Nigger", in English it means "Ni Ge". If a white or a yellow person dares to call this name, the old black will kill you, because this is racial discrimination against their old black!

   But if the old blacks call each other, it is a joke, it is normal, and the old blacks often shout like this.

"Okay, everyone will gather in advance tomorrow night. We are going to pick up a batch of goods, which is still at the junkyard in the suburbs. Now the business is getting better and better. This time, there are more goods, so everyone should be vigilant and bring the guys with you. ." LaShawn instructed.

   "Haha, in San Francisco, does anyone else dare to attack us? Who doesn't know that boss, you are ruthless and kill people without blinking an eye." A subordinate quickly flattered.

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   The next day, on the night of October 23rd, La Shaun and his group got together, took three cars, and set off to the junkyard in the suburbs.

   There, they have to pick up a new batch of goods, and the delivery person is also an old friend.

   So La Shaun and the others didn't think too much, just treated it as an ordinary purchase transaction.

   On the navigator in the middle, La Shawn was sitting in the back row smoking a cigar, and the younger brother next to him was carrying two suitcases, which were full of US knives!

   "Joe, the case of the Russian kid last time is all right." For some reason, LaShawn suddenly thought of this, and asked the assistant sitting in the front passenger seat.

   This assistant is one of the most literate members of the gang, and is said to have studied law at community college.

   So some of the gang's obvious things are handled by him.

   "It's all right, the police didn't even find us, the guys in the nightclub just said they didn't know us, haha." Joe turned his head and smiled.

   La Shawn nodded, completely relieved, took a cigar and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

   Of course, there is nothing to see now except the lights of the city in the distance.

   Soon, the convoy drove to an abandoned car yard about ten kilometers away from the city.

   There are all kinds of scrapped vehicles, and there are no other buildings within two or three kilometers nearby. It is very remote and quiet, and it is definitely an excellent place for D-product transactions.

   And the transportation is convenient. If there is a policeman, it is also convenient to run!

   LaShawn's convoy drove straight to a dilapidated warehouse deep in the parking lot.

   When they got to the warehouse door, they didn't get out of the car in a hurry, but turned off the headlights collectively, and then the front car flashed its headlights three times at the warehouse door.

   As soon as the flash was over, a light came from the depths of the warehouse and flashed four times.

   The connector code is right!

  La Shawn and the others turned off the car with confidence, and surrounded by seven or eight younger brothers, they pushed open the hidden warehouse door and walked in.

  There are piles of broken tires in this warehouse, which should all be unloaded from scrap cars outside.

   Just as La Shaun and the others walked in, the lights in the warehouse turned on.

   A middle-aged man in a wide-brimmed sun hat was sitting there. This was LaShawn's old friend, a "delivery man" from Mexico.

   But what makes La Shaun feel a little strange is that when all the people like him came in, why is that old friend still sitting there with his head down and not moving.

   "Hey, Slim, you won't fall asleep! Why are you alone, where did all your men go?" He asked with a smile.

   However, his hand had already quietly touched the holster around his waist.

   "Boom!" With a sound, the warehouse door behind him was suddenly closed.

   La Shawn's scalp went numb, and he quickly turned his head to look, but didn't see anything unusual.

   Just as he was about to instruct his subordinates to take a look, I heard a slightly hoarse voice coming from the depths of the warehouse.

   in less than standard English: "Welcome to hell..."

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   (end of this chapter)