The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke.
To be honest, the small-scale war just now was quite enjoyable.
The first-year freshmen actually got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for actual combat.
Adrenaline was secreted sharply, and ten bullets had already been fired.
The fight was complete, and they only regretted that it ended too early, that they were unable to waste a few more rounds of bullets, and that they were unable to play with grenades and machine guns.
The cadets from West Point came out in full force, each carrying a rifle with a bayonet.
The men from the town also appeared here with shotguns and dogs.
Burnt black people were carried on stretchers, and there were stains of blood dripping down.
No matter how stupid you are, you will know that this is not hunting.
The ladies who were in the car with Jian Bing had already jumped out of the car and rushed towards their husband.
Jian Bing also realized something, opened the car door and rushed forward.
He hugged Chen Zikun's neck tightly.
Chen Zikun's nose was sore just now, and he was heartbroken over Jian Bing's death.
Now when he saw a living Jian Bing standing in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
George, Bill and the others gave a dry cough and walked away wisely.
After a bloody storm, the town of West Point returned to calm.
The dead were temporarily stored in the town's funeral parlor.
The injured were taken away by officers from the Orange County Police Department for interrogation.
The cadets put their weapons and weapons in storage and went back to their dormitories to continue sleeping and bragging. , only Chen Zikun and Jian Bing were left staring at the ruins of the house.
The house was rented and there was no insurance.
In any case, this was a disaster he had caused.
He had to pay compensation for the damage to the house, but Chen Zikun had no money at all.
Originally, he brought nearly 7,000 US dollars from China, which was enough even for spending money.
However, it was not as lavish as Jian Bing's.
This former Shanghai courtesan spent money as smoothly as he could. , hundreds of dollars for a useless vase or chest Accessories such as needles are commonplace, and her diet is extremely particular.
She likes to eat braised duck gizzards.
They don’t sell them in the United States, so they have them sent from Shanghai.
The postage alone is astonishing, let alone enjoying them on a daily basis.
Those red wine, champagne, foie gras, truffles, caviar.
To put it simply, Chen Zikun's little money has been wasted by Jian Bing.
If the military academy hadn't been in charge of food, he wouldn't even be able to get the money for next month's food, let alone the rent.
Now it's better, it's all over, and the house has changed It's in ruins.
You don't have to pay rent.
Just compensate other people's houses.
Taking advantage of the weekend, Chen Zikun drove back to New York with Jian Bing, taking two 1911s with him.
A Springfield rifle and three heavy wooden boxes were lost in the trunk.
Arriving in New York an hour and a half later, he first found a hotel to settle down in Jian Bing.
It was already dark and it was raining.
Chen Zikun stood at the window and smoked a cigarette.
Jian Bing hugged him from behind.
Him: "Can you please not go?"
"I have to go."
Chen Zikun stubbed out his cigarette butt on the window sill, put on his hat and long windbreaker and left.
Driving through the busy city of New York, honking horns, noises, and the cries of newsboys were heard.
The glow of neon lights became grotesque in the rain.
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Chen Zikun drove silently to a quiet boulevard in Brooklyn and parked the car.
But he didn't turn off the fire and stared coldly at a house not far away.
It is the mansion of the Piero family, consisting of a century-old house and garden.
As one of the New York Mafia families, this place is heavily guarded.
Any trespassing is equivalent to suicide.
If I am not wrong, There were at least twenty-five gunmen armed with machine guns in the house.
Chen Zikun narrowed his eyes and measured the distance with his thumb.
This was one of the techniques he learned in the military academy.
It was not used on the battlefield, but it was first used on the Piero family.
Suddenly, someone patted the back cover of his car, and an arrogant voice sounded: "No parking allowed here."
Chen Zikun had already seen this burly man in the rearview mirror.
Looking at his stupid look, he knew that he was a low-level thug hired by the Piero family.
He was only qualified to stroll on the street and occasionally show his power to strangers.
"I'm sorry, my car broke down."
Chen Zikun opened the door and got out.
Now his English has no accent at all.
He speaks with an authentic New York accent.
With his figure and dress, no one will notice that he is Chinese. people.
"I don't care, you must leave within three minutes."
The man said angrily.
"Okay sir."
Chen Zikun walked over, punched him in the stomach, put him down on the ground, and kicked him in the temple to make sure he passed out.
Then he straightened his windbreaker and looked around.
The situation, the light of the Topiero family, the street was secluded and devoid of pedestrians.
Chen Zikun opened the trunk, opened the largest wooden box, and took out a 60mm mortar.
The other two wooden boxes contained three spindle-shaped mortar shells arranged in an orderly manner.
First he slowly put the fuse on the shell, and then set up the mortar using the car as cover.
Chen Zikun fired the first shell.
The shell soon exploded in the yard.
He calmly observed the point of impact, quickly corrected the angle, and fired again.
The third and fourth shells were fired.
A total of six 60mm caliber high-explosive mortar shells exploded in the courtyard of the Piero family at extremely short intervals.
Since the distance was only tens of meters, the blast point was quite precise.
The first shell exploded in the courtyard.
Open, the second shell flew into the window at a tricky angle, and the rest of the shells also flew into the house.
After the launch, Chen Zikun quickly disassembled the mortar and threw it into the trunk.
He jumped into the car that had not been turned off, stepped on the accelerator and moved forward, flicked its tail to adjust the direction, and roared away.
Today is a big day for the Piero family.
Old Sonny Piero hosted a banquet to cleanse his second son, Bridgio, who had just been released from prison.
Bridgio was imprisoned for a murder case and only served five years.
The prisoner was released, and with the addition of this general, the Piero family, which had been on the defensive, was bound to launch a massive counterattack.
In fact, old Sonny has already started to do this.
He spent a lot of money to hire a group of good guys from Chicago, and he was going to do a deal first to boost his morale.
The five gunmen took a bus to West Point, a subordinate town in Orange County, to find an enemy.
It's bad luck, I think I'll be back in the evening.
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The long dining table in the hall was already filled with food and several bottles of fine red wine.
In the words of old Sonny, the banquet would start just after the children had made their triumphant return.
His children did not come, but shells came one after another.
When the first cannonball exploded in the yard, old Sonny didn't even blink.
He calmly directed the gunmen to go out to check.
There had been a truce between the major families in New York for a long time.
Everyone's hands were itchy after thinking about it.
But to come to Piero for trouble at this juncture is purely blind.
Bridgio had just been released from the state prison.
He had not killed anyone for five years.
This kid could no longer hold himself back.
What's more, there were fifty young men at home today, and each of them was a fast shooter with good skills. .
Therefore, old Sonny even felt a little gloating.
He seemed to have seen the tragic scene of the attacker being shot to death indiscriminately.
But the situation did not develop as he expected.
Immediately afterwards, the second shell hit the restaurant.
With the sound of breaking glass, a ductile iron 60 mm caliber mortar shell landed right in the middle of the dining table, becoming today's The first course.
Mortars are not very powerful against solid fortifications.
These shells are only more effective against living targets without armor protection.
If they are just bombing in the yard, Chen Zikun is determined to kill them.
The lives of Hierro's family were forcibly shot through the window.
Three hundred and sixty mortar fragments exploded in a fan-shaped pattern, like a flower harvesting fireworks in full bloom.
Piero and his son, who were sitting in the chief seat, bore the brunt of the impact.
They were hit by more than a dozen shrapnel in the head and upper body, and died immediately.
Not even a word was left.
The gunmen were also howled by the explosion.
Almost none of the important characters sitting at the table were spared.
They were all killed or seriously injured.
Before they could react, another artillery shell came in, and sharp shrapnel flew across the air.
The waves shattered all the glass and turned Piero's living room into a hell.
In fact, the next three shells had no effect.
The vitality of Piero's family had been lost in the first round of attacks.
Those who survived were frightened.
There were too many swords and swords between the gangs.
But this was the first time I heard about the use of cannons.
Fortunately, the women and children of Piero's family were all in the kitchen or upstairs.
No one was killed by the explosion, but they were only slightly frightened.
Cars from Brooklyn Hospital and the fire brigade arrived quickly to rescue people and put out fires.
Not long after, the detective from the police department also arrived.
They routinely collected evidence and asked for confessions.
After a decent amount of work, Walk.
In Manhattan, the Pacino family villa, the family was sitting at the table having dinner.
Suddenly Mario ran in ecstatically and shouted: "Great news, old Sonny was killed in the bombing, and Bridggio is also dead. " "Oh, God."
The women crossed themselves.
Old Anthony put down his knife and fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked calmly: "Who did it?"
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"It's not me, dad, and it won't be the other families.
They all know that the first person Bridggio will deal with when he is released from prison is us.
They would be happy to see our two families merge."
"So, who shot the men of the Piero family?"
"I don't know, Dad, they were killed by shells falling from the sky.
I guess someone used an artillery battery.
Piero's house was bombed into a mess.
There will be a report in the New York Times today."
Ao was in high spirits and beaming.
Old Anthony pushed the table, stood up, and went straight upstairs.
Mario scratched the back of his head and was in a daze.
He didn't understand why the enemy's entire army was wiped out, but his father looked unhappy.
Arriving upstairs, Old Anthony took out a yellowed photo from the drawer with trembling hands.
It showed two innocent teenagers standing on the deck of a ship in overalls, with the Statue of Liberty in New York in the background.
This is a photo taken forty years ago when new immigrants Anthony and Sonny arrived in New York Harbor on an Italian cruise ship
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