Robert's death aroused the anger of revenge in Wuwei's heart, and in order to prevent Yang Yan from being harmed, he reluctantly drove her away, and then began to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes with Aaron.

A few days ago, the six gangster killers who were ambushed in the forest to attack Wuwei were killed by Jiang Wuwei, and two were able to escape, one of whom was the guy who was injured by Wuwei with a playing card for insulting Wang Ji. The two men fled into the forest in a panic, and fled the other way back to the headquarters of the Hell's Angels on the outskirts of the city.

Before escaping back to the motorcycle club, the two guys discussed the reasons for their own relief, they knew that they would be punished by their heads if they didn't complete the mission, and if they didn't do so, they would lose their lives, and Ferguson's ruthlessness was well known to everyone in the gang.

After sending the killers out, Ferguson, the leader of the Hell Angel Gang, and the Desert Eagle, the cadre of the Flying Eagle Organization, waited for news in the motorcycle club, they thought that it was very easy to kill a few Chinese on the territory of the Hell Angel Gang, it was simply easy, but to their surprise, only two of the six killers returned.

The two guys who escaped stumbled into the office, and when they saw their embarrassed appearance, Ferguson and Desert Eagle guessed in their hearts, but they were very skeptical of the result.

Ferguson's face was gloomy and expressionless, his eyes shot a wolf-like fierce light, staring closely at the two mourning dogs without saying a word, his appearance was already like a dead man, but now it was even more terrifying.

"Head...... You listen to what we say......" The two guys were so frightened by Ferguson's eyes that their scalps were numb, and they were so frightened that they couldn't finish their words.

After a few minutes, Ferguson finally spoke slowly, "You're not going to tell me I missed, are you?"

"We ...... We...... We met a strong opponent, according to the information we got in advance, we ambushed them on the way back to the casino, and we didn't expect a large gang of seven or eight bodyguards to follow them in the car, they were all armed with assault rifles and submachine guns, and the fire was very fierce, although we killed a few people, but ...... But we also died four...... The two of us desperately fought our way out of the encirclement and ran back to deliver a message to you......"

"The bodyguards of the big gang escort them! Could it be that this Chinese boy is really in collusion with the big gang?" asked Ferguson sternly.

"It's true, if you don't believe it, you can arrange someone to investigate......" The guy who was injured by Jiang Wuwei said hurriedly.

Hearing this, Ferguson fell silent for a moment, he felt that things were a little difficult to do, and it was by no means easy to offend the big gang. He knows that many people in the big gang are veterans with actual combat experience, and there are many powerful special forces, these people start to do things one by one, and they never drag their feet, and few gangsters dare to provoke them. Moreover, the Chinese in the big gangs have a particularly strong national concept, and they specialize in standing up for the Chinese.

Ferguson silently waved his hand and let the two guys out, thinking in his mind how to solve this tricky problem.

The two guys who escaped back were relieved, and while exiting the office, they secretly wiped the cold sweat from their faces with their hands, glad that they had escaped.

Ferguson's silence caused the Desert Eagle to be dissatisfied, and he saw that Ferguson was a little helpless, and said unhappily: "Ferguson, don't forget that I have already paid you a million honorarium, and if you breach the contract and fail to complete the task, you will have to pay double the honorarium. ”

The Desert Eagle admonished Ferguson beside him, because he knew in his heart that if he didn't complete the task this time, it would be difficult to explain to the boss again, and the failure of the attack also made the Desert Eagle restless, he had already lost one hand because of Jiang Wuwei, and he couldn't lose the other.

Ferguson thinks more than just losing money, if the promised thing is messed up, he won't be able to mix in the road in the future, the underworld also pays attention to credibility, if they miss, no one will dare to look for them, because they can't afford to make mistakes. He thought carefully for a while, and suddenly had an inspiration, a poisonous plan arose in his heart, and a rare smile appeared on his face.

"Is there a way?" the Desert Eagle saw Ferguson's smiling face, and guessed that he might have a plan.

Ferguson nodded and said slowly: "The biggest opponent of the big gang here is not our hell angels, but Southeast Asians. The people of these two gangs are in trouble in the whole of North America, as long as they instigate the fight between the new gang and the big gang in Southeast Asia, then the big gang will not have time to take care of Jiang Wuwei and the others, and it will be easy for us to do it again......"

"How can we provoke a fight between the two of them?" the Desert Eagle hurriedly asked.

"This is too simple, pay a few dollars for Southeast Asians to kill **** people on the territory of the big gangs, and this matter will be done. Ferguson said lightly.

"That's how they listen to you?" said Desert Eagle, skeptical of Ferguson's words.

"You don't understand the contradictions between them, no of us Southeast Asians want to do with the big gangs, if we give money and be their backstage at the same time, those poor Southeast Asian ghosts can't ask for it. These Asians are aggressive and aggressive for turf. Ferguson said with confidence.

"I don't care what kind of means and methods you use, just don't let me down again this time. While the Desert Eagle spoke, he was secretly making his own calculations in his heart, he thought that if it was like what Ferguson said, it would be best for him to secretly contact the Southeast Asian New Gang, if they could settle Jiang Wuwei for themselves, it would be the best, and one more way would be more secure.

While Ferguson and Desert Eagle were actively contacting the New Gang in Southeast Asia, Jiang Wuwei and Alun also began a revenge operation.

Wuwei and Arun both put on wide black trench coats to hide the weapons they were carrying, wore wide blackout sunglasses, and drove Zhang Lei's black Range Rover SUV to the suburbs.

According to Zhang Lei's prompt, there is a bar in a small town near the outskirts of the city, which is often a gathering place for the angels of hell, and after a crazy drag race, they come to the town in groups to party.

After coming to the town, it was easy to find the bar, Alun parked the car on the side of the road more than a hundred meters away from the bar, Wuwei reached out from the back seat and took the binoculars prepared for him by Zhang Yilu, and began to monitor the guests entering and leaving the bar.

Looking at the people coming in and out from a distance, Alun asked with some concern: "Big brother, so many people are in and out of the bar, can you come with that guy? ”

"Even a fly can be recognized by me at a glance, not to mention a person. When I was in middle school, I learned boxing with a fighting champion in my father's army, in order to exercise my eyesight, I stretched my arms flat on both sides of my body, my hands were tied to the trees on both sides by ropes, and the master quickly punched me on the forehead, because my body couldn't move, so I could only shake my head to both sides to dodge, using this method to exercise my eyesight and reaction speed, every time I was hit dizzy, and finally my eyes fell on something without blinking, and nothing tried to escape from my eyes. ”

"Damn, he doesn't have a grudge against you, does he? Aaron couldn't help but crack his mouth.

"How is it possible, his name Ma Tao is my father's subordinate, and he is also my first master, usually he is good to me, but he is ruthless when he trains, and he really greets him, and now I think about it thanks to his strict training, otherwise I don't know if I can survive now." ”

After a short period of surveillance, two groups of motorcyclists came, although they were from the Hell Angels Gang, but none of them were the people they were looking for.

The two of them had been watching for two days, and they didn't see the guy they were looking for. On the morning of the third day, Alun was a little unreliable, and asked Wuwei anxiously, "Big brother, will the guy we are looking for not come here, but go to other bars? ”

"The method we use is to wait for the rabbit, you have to be patient, it's like a hunter hunting, it's very much about patience with the prey, and I'm sure this guy will show up. Wuwei said confidently.

The two of them were talking, and five or six high-powered motorcycles came from a distance, and the people on the cars were like fat pigs, with black horse clips of one color, and a special pattern of feathered hats on the back of the skull, and they parked their motorcycles in the parking lot in front of the bar, and then shook their arms and walked towards the bar, and when they saw their empty looks, they knew that they were members of the Hell Angels Gang.

Jiang Wuwei held a telescope to observe these people carefully, he lowered his voice and said excitedly to Aaron: "Damn, this grandson has finally appeared, and the guy who is second in front is the person we are looking for." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Wuwei handed the telescope to Aaron, then turned around and took out an M1911 pistol from the bag in the seat gap behind him, which was the longest used gun in the U.S. Army, with a caliber of 9 mm, and he loaded the bullet into the holster under his left armpit.

Then he took out an MP7 miniature submachine gun and hung it under his right arm. Jiang Wuwei chose MP7 because it is powerful and easy to carry, it can be carried on the body like a pistol, and it can be controlled and shot with one hand when necessary.

Wuwei tugged on his windbreaker to cover the MP7, and after everything was cleaned up, he said to Aaron: "Ten minutes after I entered the bar, you drove the car to the door of the bar to pick me up." ”

"Got it. Aaron nodded vigorously.

Wuwei pushed the car door and jumped down, habitually pulled the placket of his clothes with both hands, and then walked towards the bar with steady steps. Cowboy hat, wide sunglasses, and black trench coat are like the legendary ranger Zorro, revealing majesty and justice.

After entering the bar, Jiang Wuwei stood at the door and looked inside, the hall was crowded with people in strange costumes, the foul air was filled with the smell of choking cigars and alcohol, and the noise of the noisy people was accompanied by harsh music, giving people a hellish feeling.

Girls in ultra-short denim skirts weave through the narrow space between the tables, occasionally revealing their white buttocks and bright thong panties, while the drunks next to them occasionally touch their plump buttocks with their dirty hands, causing them to scream exaggeratedly, and the shouts of the barmaids elicit laughter......

Wu Wei found the target he was looking for in the demon dance, and at the table at the other end of the bar, a few people who had just come in were seated, and the barmaid had just brought a few beers to their table.

Wuwei's appearance immediately attracted the attention of the wine girl, and a charming and coquettish girl immediately got together, her plump breasts pressed tightly to Wuwei's body, put her bright red mouth to Wuwei's ear, and said softly in a soul-hooking voice: "Handsome guy, are you here for the first time, do you need me to do something for you?"

Disgusted, Wuwei pushed her away with his arm, and without saying a word, he walked to the nearest bar, sat down on a high stool, and said to the waiter in the bar, "Have a beer." ”

Wu Wei glanced at the few members of the Hell Angels Gang next to him, who were holding large beer glasses like small buckets and began to drink wildly, and the guy Wu Wei was looking for sat across from him. With a thick beard and a strong body like a brown bear, Wuwei was thinking about how to get this guy out. This guy weighed three hundred pounds, and it would have taken a lot of effort to knock him unconscious and drag him outside.

Jiang Wuwei turned his body and glanced around the wine bar again, and saw that a row of motorcycles parked outside the window suddenly noticed, he took out ten yuan and threw it on the platform, then turned around and walked out of the wine bus again.

Coming to the parking lot in front of the bar, Jiang Wuwei walked up to the motorcycles parked by the hell angels, he raised his foot and pedaled on the first motorcycle, and then kicked the motorcycle down hard.

Six or seven motorcycles parked together, like dominoes, collided one after the other. Wu Wei pulled out the M1911 from the holster under his armpit, aimed at the fuel tank of a motorcycle and fired several shots, as the gasoline flowed out, the motorcycle burst into flames with a bang, and then ignited several other motorcycles together, and the parking lot instantly turned into a sea of fire. The raging fire burst the fuel tanks of several of the motorcycles, causing a violent explosion.

The people who were drinking in the bar were awakened by the sound of the explosion and ran out, and the fierce fire made it difficult to approach.

Several hell angels find out that their motorcycles have been destroyed, howling and jumping around like mad dogs. Looking at six or seven motorcycles burning with raging fires, these guys were helpless and could only shout frantically: "Kill him, who the fuck ate the leopard's gall and dared to burn Lao Tzu's motorcycle......"

Jiang Wuwei had already retreated more than ten meters away, looking at these mad dogs and gently clapping his palms, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

Seeing Jiang Wuwei's gloating appearance, several guys obviously guessed that it was Wuwei who destroyed their motorcycle, and two guys howled and pounced on Wuwei.

Jiang Wuwei remained motionless, staring at the two guys calmly, and when they were about to lean into him, he suddenly turned his body, swept out from behind with one leg, and kicked the two guys on the head with his combat boots fiercely, kicking the two guys to the ground at the same time.

With two wails, the two guys fell to the ground with a thud like two stupid black bears, and they couldn't get up on all fours for a long time.

Seeing this, several other people reached into their arms and pulled out their weapons.

At the same time as Jiang Wuwei's swept foot landed, his right hand held up the MP7 hanging under his arm, the MP7 submachine gun can be used to strafe with both hands, or shoot with one hand like a pistol, which is very flexible and changeable.

Before the other people could raise their weapons, Wuwei's gun had already gone off, da-da-da...... A string of bullets struck them at their feet, and as the green smoke rose from the ground, several of them were so frightened that they had to tiptoe backwards and take a few steps as if they were dancing a ballet.

Jiang Wuwei pointed the muzzle of the black hole at them, and pointed to the ground with his other hand contemptuously, signaling them to put down their weapons. These guys know very well in their hearts that if they resist, there is only one way to die, throw their weapons at their feet, and obediently raise their hands.