Reborn Russia as an oligarch

Chapter 343 Welcome to Hell
"These people... are real devils!"

Anton next to him said with lingering fear.

"Could it be better than Russia's special forces such as Signal Flag and Alpha?" Wang Ye asked in surprise.

Maozi's special forces are also well-known in the world, and now Petrov is ignoring these special forces and choosing the Checheng Black Devil Army, which makes him a little hard to understand.

"Because they are the only ones who can attack... cruel! Isn't this just enough to meet your requirements, the boss, and make those bastards die less happily. Besides, our Wagner Company also needs a group of such people to do dirty work. After this is done, I plan to place those people in Checheng and set up a base there to facilitate local recruitment. Their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated, especially their identities. Many things will be handed over to It would be more convenient for them to do it," Petrov explained.

Wang Ye understood.

He nodded, expressing his agreement with Petrov's thoughts, "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 gangsters don't know that the shadow is approaching them.

LaShawn was the fat black guy who caused trouble that night, and he was indeed a gang leader, and he was quite well-known in San Francisco.

The old black gang, the most common business is nothing more than selling D products, and Lashawn and the others naturally do this too.

After the confrontation that night, Rashawn shot and killed the Russian boy who was good at fighting, and he bragged to the boys afterwards.

"Haha, I have already said that there is a future for those who follow me. These days, no matter how good your skills are, what's the use of killing you with one shot! The key is to have money and a gun! Even if you kill one person, I'm not Nothing at all, those bastards in the police station, they should know that I did this, but do they dare to mess with me?"

Lashawn's words must be bragging. The reason why the police didn't bother him was not because they didn't dare to provoke him, but because they wanted to really convict Lashawn. It was more troublesome to collect evidence, and they were too lazy to spend money on it. So much energy to do it.

"Boss is amazing. At that time, that kid was quite arrogant. He beat us all by himself, and he still didn't lose the wind. Haha, in the end, he was shot down by the boss. Watching the boss mercilessly emptied a magazine So exciting!"

"Boss, we can't be careless. I feel that those people should be quite rich. They came from Russia. They probably won't let us go."

Some of Rashawn's subordinates were worried that the matter had not yet been settled.

But LaShawn didn't take it seriously 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's not their Russians' turn to play wild !"

"Nigger" is called "Nige" in English. If a white or yellow person dares to call this name, the old black will kill you, because this is racial discrimination against them!
But if old blacks call each other, it's just a joke, it's normal, and old blacks often call like this.

"Okay, let's gather early tomorrow night. We are going to pick up a batch of goods. It's still at the junkyard in the suburbs. Now the business is getting better and better. This time there are more goods. Everyone should be more vigilant and bring the guy. " Rashawn instructed.

"Haha, in San Francisco, is there anyone who dares to take advantage of us? Who doesn't know that you, Boss, are ruthless and murderous without blinking an eye." One of the subordinates quickly flattered.

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The next day, that is, on the night of October 10, Lashawn and his group got together, took three cars, and set off to the scrapyard in the suburbs.

There, they were going to pick up a new batch of goods, and the person who delivered them was also an old friend.

So Lashawn and the others didn't think too much about it, just regarded it as a very ordinary purchase transaction.

On the navigator in the middle, Lashawn was sitting in the back row smoking a cigar, and the younger brother next to him was carrying two suitcases, which were full of beautiful 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 co-pilot seat.

This assistant is considered the most educated person in the gang, and it is said that he has studied law in a community college.

So some of the gang's bright affairs are handled by him.

"It's been fine for a long time. The police didn't even find us. The guys in the nightclub just said they didn't know us, haha." Qiao turned his head and smiled.

Rashawn nodded, completely relieved, took a puff of his cigar comfortably, and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Of course, there was nothing else to be seen now except the lights of the city in the distance.

Soon, the convoy arrived at an abandoned car yard about ten kilometers away from the city.

There are all kinds of scrapped vehicles inside, 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 trading.

Moreover, the transportation is convenient, and if the police come, it is convenient to run!
LaShawn's convoy drove straight to a dilapidated warehouse deep in the parking lot.

When they arrived at the warehouse door, they did not get out of the car in a hurry, but collectively turned off the lights, and then the front car flashed its headlights three times towards the warehouse door.

Just after the flash was over, a beam of light shot over from the depths of the warehouse, and it flashed four times.

The connector code is right!
Only then did Lashawn and the others turn off the engine and get out of the car. Surrounded by seven or eight younger brothers, they pushed open the warehouse door and walked in.

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

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

A middle-aged man wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat sat there. This was Lashaun's old friend, a "delivery man" from Mexico.

But what made LaShawn feel a little strange was that, with people like himself coming in, why was 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 have all the men gone?" He asked with a smile.

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

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

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

Just when I was about to tell my younger brother to go and have a look, I heard a slightly hoarse voice from the depths of the warehouse.

Said in not so standard English: "Welcome to hell..."

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