They rushed into the crowd behind who tried to rob the fire. These thugs in suits held baseball bats and held them in both hands, rushed to the streets and fought each other.

The clothes wet with rain were supported by their muscles, and the sweat dripping from their short hair mixed into the rain, accompanied by their movements were dull "flop, pounce" sounds and subsequent screams.

It is different from the Belarusian Guards of PTR.

Their fighting style was brutal and fierce, and they made louder roars than the other party.

And all words start with F.

Louis, an old-school member of the Victor family, is a 1.9-meter-old Danish man.

He is top-notch except for his lack of brains.

Now he caught a black man about the same height as him.

The guy just leaned on his arm to block the attack from his subordinates and punched him back. F Your M! Louis angrily knocked away the two of them, rushed forward, threw away the baseball bat in his hand, and stretched out his finger: "Come."

The opponent rushed over, and Louis was so quick that he was far more powerful than his weight and burst into tears!

Peng, as the other party covered his waist and staggered back, Louis stepped forward and punched the other party with a right fist and turned half a circle.

OK, you lost, messy.

Louis went to pick up the baseball bat, raised it high, and pointed it at his back, one, two, three!

"Please..." The other party stretched out his hand in vain, but a few packs of wrinkled but untieted cigarettes came out of his pocket.

After reading it, you will know that this was what he just snatched.

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

After Louis said that, he lifted the stick and knocked the opponent's white teeth away with his thick stick. Then he turned around and pounced on the next opponent.

In addition to the battle here, at this moment, the battle on the outermost edge of this tree-lined avenue is also unfolding.

The armored vehicle driving from the dock directly locked the opponent's backward path, and the PTR soldiers above came back in the same way as Schett...

The reporters at the height of the high-level watched the scene of the fierce thugs below completely collapsed in the blink of an eye, and they were so shocked that they could not speak.

Everyone is a man, and many people have fought.

But they have never seen such a fight.

It's like it's easy for adults to beat a bunch of kids!

It's really easy.

Because the 33rd formation of PTR originated from the classical Chinese infantry land combat formation taught to these Belarus by Geshha of the Qing Dynasty.

This kind of fighting formation was derived from Qi Jiguang's formation against Japanese pirates back then.

Well-trained people can be invincible when using this kind of fighting formation on the battlefield, let alone deal with these Ku Klux Klan disciples whose main force is the workers?

In addition, in terms of their confidence in fighting, they are not enough to rely on "justice" to make a living by gangsters.

Before, they became more emotional and powerful, and they became more popular.

Of course, if they weren't so bad at attacking Victor Manor and they were just rampant on the streets, the police of this era would have no choice.

But now, they are finished.

The Belarus quickly dealt with the bastard inside the manor, leaving 20 people responsible for cleaning up the scene and seizing them.

They took out plastic ties and forced the idiots to kneel down and cut their hands. If they struggled, they would shoot them in the legs or hit them in the back.

The rest of the brothers were in line with shields from the fallen gate under Schet's command.

Wearing a helmet, a shield, and a black suit, they looked like tofu chunks from a distance.

They were like the infantry phalanx of ancient Roman times, launching a counterattack against the barbarians.

As the commander, Schett controlled the rhythm very well. The troops under his command were neither too fast nor too slow, and they pushed towards the enemy at a speed of 15 meters per minute, like a mountain.

No one can find an opportunity to take advantage of the intermittent period of the square.

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

In the end, the fight lasted only 20 minutes, and 13 minutes of them were chasing and dismantling their final fighting spirit.

The other party was all blocked in the center of this 1 kilometer-long and 200 meters wide.

"It's done. Mr. Tom." Shet's people came to report.

"Are you all tied up? Let Sheet tie all these people up and not let go of any of them. Those who can appear here will not be innocent. The kind-hearted people will only hide from a distance when they encounter thugs."

"I understand. Your Excellency."

After receiving the order, Schett immediately strengthened his execution. He even felt ashamed, because this little rookie had never seen such a situation before, and he couldn't bear to continue to deal with them.

But he could hear that Tom's request contained dissatisfaction.

And these are actually not required to be ordered by Tom himself.

Xie Miao immediately made up his mind: "Bind all these bastards and flee into a thread!"

"Catch those who are seriously injured and get it out and rescue them simply. If they cannot be rescued, they will be killed directly."

"Die, thrown in the center."

"I'll give you 5 minutes to deal with this matter, right away!"

As Shet yelled, the boulevard fell into chaos again and gunfire sounded.

At this time, police from Long Island, New York had arrived.

But they were isolated outside.

"We will hand over the criminals to the law for trial, but we have to wait for us to finish the matter." Another commander of PTR, Dennis Jiang, told them.

This is Jiang Tao, the eldest son of Jiang Wenwu, whose English name is Dennis.

"Remember, the land under your feet is the private property of the Victor family! We are in normal law enforcement as private mercenaries." Dennis continued to emphasize to the police.

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

And what he said was the facts.

In the West where wind and rain cannot enter the king, private property rights cannot be violated, as long as you are strong enough, then the rules will become rules.

For example now.

The Victor family bought all the land near Long Island Manor as early as 1910. Although the tall buildings opposite were from the Hearst Group, the land was also provided by the Victor family for free.

So, strictly speaking, these policemen have "invaded" the place.

Therefore, as a PTR with a legal gun license, it is legal and reasonable to accept employment from the Victor family and crack down on criminals who invade their homes within the Victor family.

Another 20 minutes passed.

PTR is very good at handing over all these gangsters to the police.

Of course they privately seized a group of Ku Kluk Klan leaders.

After the dead, injured, and "insignificant" people were dragged out by the police, countless rumors quickly spread in the city.

For example, Charlie's men slaughtered workers, and the Long Island Police Department and the gangsters were in a row.

Under such pressure, under the questioning of his superiors, the Long Island Police Department had to release a large number of people with minor crimes and drag the dead to the crematorium.

The dead meat and injured person released were like bait, instantly attracting the attention of unscrupulous media.
Chapter completed!