They flanked into the crowd behind them trying to set fire to the crowd, and the thugs in suits took to the streets with baseball bats, holding them in both hands, and rushed into the streets to fight their own battles.

Their rain-soaked clothes were held up by their muscles, and the sweat dripping from their short hair mixed in with the rain, accompanied by a dull "plop, plop" and the screams that followed.

Unlike the White Russian Guards of the PTR.

They play brutally and viciously, and let out louder roars than each other.

And all words start with F.

Louis, an old-school member of the Victor family, who is in charge of security at the Curtis-Harley motorcycle factory, is a strong man of Danish origin who is 1.9 meters long.

He's top-notch in everything except that he's brainless.

Now he's got a black guy about his height.

That guy just used his arm to block his men's attack and returned the punch, F Your M! Louis angrily bumped into the two of them, rushed straight up, threw away the baseball bat in his hand, and stretched out his finger: "Come on." ”

The opponent pounced, and Louis, with agility far beyond his weight, burst his liver sideways!

Peng, when the opponent covered his waist and staggered back, Louis stepped forward, and a right hook smashed the opponent in place and spun in a half-circle.

Well, you lose, chops.

Louis went to pick up the baseball bat, held it high in the air, and hit it at his back, once, twice, three times!

"Please..." The other party stretched out his hand in vain, but a few crumpled but unopened packets of cigarettes rolled out of his pocket.

When I saw it, I knew that he had just robbed it.

“F！ If you don't die, remember to go back and work hard! ”

After Louis finished speaking, he picked up the stick, and the thick head of the stick directly knocked the opponent's mouth full of white teeth, and then he turned and pounced on the next opponent.

In addition to the battle here, at this moment, the battle is also taking place on the outermost edge of this boulevard.

The armored car driving from the dock directly locked the opponent's back road, and the PTR soldiers on it came back in the same way as Shet...

The reporters on the heights were speechless in shock as they watched the menacing thugs below collapse in the blink of an eye.

Everyone is a man, and a lot of people have been fighting.

But they've never seen a fight like this.

It's as easy as an adult beating a bunch of kids!

It's really easy.

Because the 33 formations of the PTR are derived from the classical Chinese infantry and land combat formations taught to these White Russians by Goshha of the Great Qing Dynasty.

And this kind of fighting array was born from Qi Jiguang's formation against the Japanese invaders back then.

A well-trained person can use this kind of fighting array to be invincible in a white-knuckle battle on the battlefield, let alone deal with these Ku Klux Klans whose main force is workers.

In addition, in terms of the confidence to fight and play with their lives, they are not enough to fight gangsters who rely on "ordinary things" to eat.

Before, it was only by relying on emotions and the strength of people that they swelled up.

Of course, if they weren't so bad as to attack Victor Manor, and they just raged in the streets, the police in this era really didn't have a problem.

But now, they're done.

The White Russians quickly dealt with the bastards inside the manor, leaving 20 people in charge of cleaning up the scene and seizing them.

They pulled out plastic cable ties, forced these idiots to kneel and cut their hands behind their backs, and if they struggled, shot them in the leg or hit them in the back.

The rest of the brethren poured out of the fallen gate with shields under Shet's command.

Wearing helmets, shields, and black clothes, they looked neatly like tofu blocks on the left and right sides from a distance.

They were like the infantry phalanx of ancient Rome, which launched a counterattack against the barbarians.

Shet, as the commander, controlled the rhythm very well, and the troops under his command were unhurried and unhurried, advancing at a speed of 15 meters per minute, pressing the enemy like a mountain.

No one could find an opportunity to take advantage of the interludes in the phalanx.

The thugs began to retreat, but the back road was blocked, and the gangsters in the middle were still stirring up.

In the end, the fight lasted only 20 minutes, with 13 minutes remaining in the chase and dismantling their last fighting spirit.

The people on the other side were all blocked in the middle of the 1-kilometer-long, 200-meter-wide tree-lined road.

"That's it. Mr. Tom. "Shet's people are coming to report.

"Are they all tied? Let Shet tie up all these people and not let go of any of them, there are no innocents who can appear here, and good people will only hide far away when they encounter the mob team. ”

"Understood. Excellency. ”

After receiving the order, Xie Tee immediately stepped up the execution, and he even felt ashamed, because this little rookie had never seen this kind of formation, and he couldn't bear to continue to clean them up.

But he could tell that there was dissatisfaction in Tom's request.

And these are things that don't need to be ordered by Tom himself.

Xie Miao immediately made up his mind: "Tie up all these bastards and form a line!" ”

"If you are seriously injured, you will be caught out and given simple medical care, and if you can't be saved, you will be killed directly."

"What is already dead, throw it in the center."

"I'll give you five minutes to deal with this, immediately!"

Shet yelled, and the boulevard fell into chaos again, and gunshots rang out.

And by this time the police from Long Island, New York, had arrived.

But they were cut off.

"We'll take the gangsters to the law for trial, but we'll have to wait until we're done." Another commander of the PTR, Denis. Jiang said to them.

This is Jiang Wenwu's eldest son, Jiang Tao, whose English name is Dennis.

"Remember, the land under your feet is the private property of the Victor family! We are enforcing the law as private mercenaries. Dennis continued to stress with the police.

Although everyone is in a group, these words are for outsiders.

And he is telling the truth.

In the West, where the so-called wind and rain enter the king cannot enter, the right to private property is indeed inviolable, provided that you are strong enough, then the rules will become the rules.

Like now.

As early as 1910, the Victor family bought all the land near the Long Island Manor, and although the high-rise building opposite was owned by the Hearst Group, the land was also provided by the Victor family for free.

So, strictly speaking, these police officers have "trespassed" here.

Therefore, as a PTR with a legal gun license, it is legal and reasonable to accept the employment of the Victor family and fight the gangsters who invade the homeland within the scope of the Victor family.

Another 20 minutes passed.

The PTR handed over all these bandits to the police.

Of course, they secretly seized a group of Ku Klux Klan leaders.

After the dead, the wounded, and the "insignificant" were reluctantly dragged out by the police, numerous rumors quickly circulated in the city.

For example, Charlie's people went on a killing spree against workers, and for example, the Long Island Police Department and the gangs were complicit.

Under this pressure, the Long Island Police Department had to release a large number of fellows who had committed minor crimes and drag the dead to the crematorium.

The dead flesh and wounded people that were released were like bait, instantly attracting the attention of unscrupulous media.

But that's what everyone wants.