The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunsmoke, to be honest, this skirmish war just now was fun enough, the first-year freshmen actually got a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fight, one by one adrenaline was secreted sharply, and the ten bullets had already been wiped out, they only hated that it ended too early, and they couldn't waste a few more bullets, and they couldn't play with grenades and machine guns.

The cadets of West Point poured out of their nests, all carrying rifles with bayonets, and the men of the town also appeared here with shotguns and dogs, carrying burnt black people on stretchers, and stains of blood dripping down, no matter how stupid people were, they would see that this was not hunting, and the wives who were in the same car with Jianbing had already jumped out of the car and rushed to their husbands, Jianbing also realized something, opened the car door and pounced, and hugged Chen Zikun's neck tightly.

Chen Zikun's nose was still sour just now, and he was saddened by Jianbing's death, but now when he saw a living Jianbing standing in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed, George and Bill and others coughed dryly and walked away.

After a bloody storm, West Point returned to calm, the dead were temporarily stored in the town's funeral home, the wounded were escorted away for interrogation by officers from the Orange County Police Department, and the students were put into storage, and went back to the dormitory to continue to sleep and brag, leaving only Chen Zikun and Jianbing staring at the ruins of the house.

The house is rented, and there is no insurance, anyway, this is a disaster caused by himself, and the damage to the house is to be compensated, but Chen Zikun has no money at all.

Originally, he brought nearly 7,000 US dollars from China, even if it is a strong flower, it is very rich, but thousands of calculations, not calculated to the extent of Jianbing's lavish spending, this former Shanghai Oiran spent money really like a cloud, a few hundred dollars to buy a useless vase or brooch and other accessories, that is commonplace, the diet is extremely particular, she likes to eat braised duck gizzard, the United States does not sell, let people send it from Shanghai, the postage alone is jaw-dropping, not to mention the usual enjoyment of those red wine, champagne, foie gras, truffles, caviar.

To put it simply, Chen Zikun's money has been almost ruined by Jianbing, if it weren't for the military academy's cooking, he wouldn't even be able to get the next month's meal money, let alone the rent money, now it's good, it's a hundred, the house has become a ruin, you don't have to pay the rent, just compensate for other people's houses.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Chen Zikun drove back to New York with Jianbing, taking two M1911s with him, and a Springfield rifle and three heavy wooden cases in the trunk.

An hour and a half later, I arrived in New York, first found a hotel to settle down Jianbing, at this time it was already dark, and it was still raining, Chen Zikun stood at the window and smoked a cigarette, Jianbing hugged him from behind: "Can you not go?" ”

"Gotta go." Chan extinguished the cigarette butt on the windowsill, put on a top hat and a long trench coat and left.

Driving through the hustle and bustle of New York, the sound of horns, noises, the cries of newsboys, and the glow of neon lights becoming strange in the rain, Chen Zikun silently drove to a quiet boulevard in Brooklyn, stopping but not turning off the fire, and staring coldly at a house not far away.

It was the Piero family's mansion, a centuries-old house and garden, one of the New York mafia families, and it was heavily guarded, and any trespassing was tantamount to suicide, and if I guessed it correctly, there were at least twenty-five gunmen armed with machine guns.

Chen Zikun narrowed his eyes and measured the distance with his thumb, which was one of the techniques he learned at the military academy, which did not come in handy on the battlefield, but was first used on the Piero family.

Suddenly, someone patted the back of his car, and an arrogant voice sounded: "No parking is allowed here." ”

Chan had already seen this big man in the rearview mirror, and he knew by his stupid appearance that he was a low-level thug hired by the Piero family, who was only worthy of roaming the streets, occasionally playing prestige with strangers.

"I'm sorry, my car broke down." Chen Zikun pushed the car door and came down, now his English has no accent at all, his mouth is an authentic New York accent, coupled with his figure and dress, no one will find that he is a Chinese.

"I don't care, you have to leave in three minutes." The man said angrily.

"Yes sir." Chen Zikun walked over, punched him in the stomach, put him to the ground, raised his foot and kicked him in the temple again, making sure he passed out, and then straightened his trench coat and looked around, the light of the Toriero family, this street is very secluded, there are no pedestrians.

Chan opened the trunk, lifted the largest wooden box, and took out a 60mm mortar, and the other two wooden boxes were scattered with three spindle-shaped mortar shells.

First slowly screwed the fuse on the shell, and then set up the mortar under the cover of the car, Chen Zikun cast the first shell, the shell quickly exploded in the yard, he calmly observed the impact point, quickly corrected the angle, and fired the third and fourth shells again.

A total of six 60 mm high-explosive mortar shells exploded in the compound of the Piero family at extremely short intervals, and because the distance was only a few tens of meters, the explosion point was quite accurate, the first shell exploded in the courtyard, the second flew into the window at a tricky angle, and the rest of the shells flew into the house.

After the launch, Chen Zikun quickly disassembled the mortar and threw it into the trunk, jumped into the car that had not turned off, stepped on the accelerator and moved forward, adjusted the direction with a flick of the tail, and roared away.

……

Today is a big day for the Piero family, old Sonny. Piero set up a banquet for his second son Brizio, who had just been released from prison after serving a murder sentence and was released after only five years in prison.

In fact, old Sonny has already begun to do this, he spent a lot of money to bring in a group of good men from Chicago, and is ready to do a deal to boost morale, and the five gunmen go to West Point, a subordinate town of Orange County, to find an enemy of bad luck, and it is estimated that he will return in the evening.

The long tables in the hall were already filled with food, and there were a few bottles of fine red wine, and in the words of old Sonny, the feast was set off when the children were triumphant.

He didn't wait for his children, but he waited for a cannonball.

When the first shell exploded in the yard, old Sonny didn't even blink his eyes, and calmly commanded the gunners to go out to check, and the major families in New York had been fighting for a long time, and everyone's hands were itchy, but this time to find trouble with Piero was pure blindness.

Brizio had just been released from the state prison, and he hadn't killed anyone for five years, and this kid couldn't hold it anymore, not to mention that there were fifty young men in the house today, each of whom was a good gunner.

So, old Sonny even had a sense of schadenfreude, as if he had seen the attackers being shot and killed.

But things didn't go the way he expected, and then the second shell hit the restaurant, and with the sound of glass breaking, a ductile iron 60 mm mortar shell landed right in the center of the table, becoming the first dish of the day.

Mortars are not very effective against strong fortifications, and this kind of shells are only used to deal with living targets without armor protection, and if they are just bombarded in the yard, Chen Zikun made up his mind to kill Piero's family, and forced the shell into the window.

The fragments of the 360 mortars exploded in a fan, like a flower that harvested life, and the Piero father and son, who were sitting in the lead, bore the brunt of the blow, with more than a dozen shrapnel in the head and upper body, and immediately died without leaving a word.

The gunners were also howled by the bombing, and almost all of the important characters sitting at the table were killed or seriously injured, and before they could react, another shell came in, and sharp shrapnel flew sideways, and the air wave shattered all the glass, and the living room of Piero's house became hell.

In fact, the next three shells were useless, the living forces of Piero's family had been lost in the first blow, and those who did not die were also frightened silly, and there were many swords and swords between the gangs, but it was the first time that they had heard of the use of artillery.

Fortunately, Piero's daughters and children were in the kitchen or upstairs, and no one was killed, only frightened.

The cars of the Brooklyn District Hospital and the fire brigade quickly arrived, and it didn't take much effort to save people and fires, and the inspector of the police department also came, routinely collecting evidence, asking for confessions, and leaving after a decent and busy time.

……

In Manhattan, at the Pacino family villa, the family was sitting at the table eating, when suddenly Mario ran in in ecstasy and shouted, "Good news, old Sonny was killed, and Brizio is dead." ”

"Oh God." The women drew crosses on their chests.

Old Anthony put down his knife and fork, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and asked calmly, "Who did it?" ”

"It's not me, Dad, it's not the other families, they all know that the first thing Brizio will deal with as soon as he gets out of prison is us, and they are 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, and Piero's house was blown up in a mess, and the New York Times will definitely report on it today." Mario was in high spirits, his eyebrows fluttering.

Old Anthony pushed the table and stood up, and went straight upstairs, Mario scratching the back of his head in a daze, not understanding why the enemy family was destroyed, but his father looked unhappy.

Coming upstairs, old Anthony Sr. took out from a drawer with trembling hands a yellowed photograph of two innocent teenagers, standing on the deck of a ship in suspenders, with the Statue of Liberty in New York in the background.

This is a photo taken forty years ago when newcomers Anthony and Sonny arrived in New York Harbor on an Italian cruise ship.