On the outskirts of Star City, Frank Portinall's luxury villas stand here, surrounded by lush greenery, secluded and elegant, full of natural beauty.

Unlike Leo's last visit, it is now full of checkpoints between the artificial lake and the rockery, and all kinds of gunmen in suits patrol around, so to speak, ten steps and one post, and the guards are heavily guarded.

The night was thick, and heavy clouds obscured the clear glow of the moon.

Inside the villa, Frank, who was sitting silently in the study, frowned.

After much consideration, the underworld leader finally made up his mind and prepared to drive the triad out of Star City, as a way to prove that the mafia has enough strength to hug the thigh of the White family.

After the death of Martin Summers' hapless guy, the mafia's business should have been better, but it's a pity that Frank couldn't lift the corner of Lady Luck's skirt, as if all the tragic things in the world had happened to him.

First, Kopani, who was in charge of the construction company's business, was shot in the street and engaged in an arms deal with Leo Miller, when the damn vigilante ran out and intervened, almost causing Frank to be caught red-handed by the Star City Police Department.

The family business is in decline, the mafia's name is no longer as deterrent as it once was, and the glory days of the last century are behind us.

This is also the reason why Frank, as the leader of the underworld, lowered his posture and hitched a ride on Leo White in an almost stammering way.

Now than before, the mafia dares to shoot at the police with a Chicago typewriter, even kidnap parliamentarians, and use grenades and Molotov cocktails to open the way.

Now the "godfather" level figures of the five major families are worried that the Minister of Justice will be in a bad mood one day, so they will invite them back for tea and chat, not to mention a small character like Frank who lives in a corner.

"Nick, why hasn't Helena been home lately?"

Frank rubbed his furrowed brow and looked at Nick Sevalti, his personal bodyguard and right-hand man.

"She and Leo White were very close."

Nick replied with a shrug.

Frank's eyes flickered for a moment, then he smiled with satisfaction and nodded: "If I can get that piece of cake from Palm Lake from Leo White's hand, I can consider running for parliament next year and try to go into politics." ”

The underworld leader is full of hope that he will be a successful entrepreneur after winning the Palm Lake project, and if he uses the extensive connections of the White family, he may not be able to take that crucial step.

"All the weapons have been shipped?"

Frank glanced at his subordinates, and only five of the hundred M249 machine guns were finally in hand, and the rest were confiscated by the Star City Police Department.

His heart was bleeding just thinking about it, but he had already paid for it!

"Stored in the basement, this time it will definitely drive the triad out of Star City, from the port dock to Palm Lake, and sweep it all away!"

Nick expressed confidence that the M249 machine gun was the standard equipment of the U.S. military, and appeared many times in the Gulf War and Afghanistan.

Even if the triad has more manpower, it can only be a lamb to be slaughtered in front of this kind of military weapon that can suppress fire and easily send out a metal storm.

"Try to keep a low profile, if the movement is too big to end, Leo White may not be able to keep the mafia at that time."

Frank pondered for a moment, and exhorted.

To be honest, he didn't really trust the young helmsman of the White family.

Nick Sevalti nodded, Frank waved his hand to let his men go, but suddenly there was a phone ringing in the study.

A few minutes later—

"Since those bastards want war, then I'll give them war!"

The underworld leader who answered the phone jumped into a rage and slammed his fist on the desk.

He had just received the news that Anthony Vinsa's factory had been raided by a triad, and millions of dollars worth of goods had been confiscated and destroyed by the Star City Police Department.

This kind of unscrupulous arrogance not only caused huge losses to the business, but also shook the hearts of the people within the mafia.

Frank was about to mobilize his staff when another phone call came.

One of the leaders of the triad, Shibayama, died an hour ago at the port docks.

The astonishing news is like a bomb that falls on the head of the underworld leader out of thin air!

"Okay, I know what's going to happen next, tell everyone to be vigilant."

Frank, who put down the phone, was a little silent, and his face was rather ugly.

He had realized that something was wrong, and he had suspected that the triad was secretly attacking him, but with Shibayama's death, the triad would definitely put the suspicion on the mafia.

The misunderstanding between the two sides has reached this point, and there is no possibility of reconciliation at all.

Being able to control the largest local underworld family, Frank is not a fool, on the contrary, he is cautious enough.

Also faced with the temptation of benefits offered by the White family, Martin Summers couldn't wait to pounce, but ended up dying miserably.

Frank, on the other hand, has repeatedly considered that he is unwilling to go to war with the triad head-on, fearing that the mafia will become a night pot that the superior will lose when he runs out.

"Nick, take out the big killer."

The underworld leader walked to the window and looked out into the dark night.

The face that was not majestic enough showed a bitter smile.

"Original...... We are all small people. ”

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"Leave no mouth alive!"

Two hours later, a gang of well-trained hitmen infiltrate Frank Potinall's villa, the mafia's stronghold.

They were armed with MP7 submachine guns with silencers, and there were more than forty people in the forward force in total, and a few Wranglers were parked on the outskirts of the villa area in the back.

The triad almost came out of the nest this time, with several black travel bags piled up on the car, full of firearms and weapons, and two RPG-7 40mm rocket launchers in the trunk.

Americans often say that AK47 rifles and RPGs are weapons that God can't collect. This shows the extent of its flooding.

The former is the most popular weapon used in local wars around the world, while the latter is the signature equipment of militants, which is inexpensive and simple to operate.

The official price of an RPG-7 bazooka is $1,600, while the minimum price on the black market is only $200, so many people say that there are RPGs where there are wars.

Killers poured into the villa in droves, led by a white-haired woman who was one of the leaders of the triad.

Shibayama is in charge of human trafficking, and this woman, known as "white porcelain", holds the hidden channels of drug smuggling.

She has her own opium poppy field in the Golden Triangle, supplying heroin throughout the West Coast of the United States, Australia, Japan and the Pacific Rim.

It can be said that it is the queen of the generation of drug dealers!

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

Bai Porcelain said coldly, holding the short knife behind his back.

This is the principle of revenge upheld by the triad, and since the mafia took the lead in provoking the war, then they naturally cannot escape.

Agile and well-trained killers, they are extremely efficient in clearing the perimeter sentry, but the mafia gunmen are not vegetarians either, and soon notice that the situation is abnormal and issue a warning through the intercom.

For a while, there were gunshots in the villa, and fires broke out!

The two groups of men and horses encountered engaged in a fierce battle, and the firepower of both sides was comparable, and the scene was extremely chaotic!

This time, the triad made up its mind to uproot the mafia and sent the most elite group, and the mafia had already taken precautions and stubbornly held on to it with the advantage of the terrain.

The two sides let go of their hands and feet, and shot at each other with weapons unscrupulously, even if the Star City Police Department rushed over now, they had no ability to stop this war.

"Get out of the way!"

The Triad killer came out of the crowd, wearing a gas mask and goggles, and carrying an RPG-7-style bazooka on his right shoulder.

As the grip hammer is wrenched and the cross safety bolt is introduced, the tail of the bazooka shoots out a large amount of pyrotechnics, which stand out in the dark.

Armor-piercing bullets slammed open the door of the villa, and a roaring explosion swept through the room, tearing through the solid walls and engulfing many of the mafia's gunmen.

The high-velocity jet of metal shards caused great damage, almost annihilating the mafia guarding the gate and the first floor of the villa.

The triad was demoralized and roared loudly and prepared to break into the villa, but they saw five M249 machine guns set up on the observation deck on the second floor of the villa.

The sound of gunfire was continuous, and the triad that rushed forward was like rice in a field, and was instantly harvested by the scythe of death.

Fierce firefighting continued, wails and curses echoing in the darkness of the night.