Chapter 47: Burning the Piero family

The air was filled with pungent smell of gunpowder. To be honest, the small-scale war just now was very happy. The freshmen actually got a once-in-a-lifetime practical opportunity. Adrenaline was severely secreted, and ten bullets had been completely shot. They just regretted that it ended too early and did not waste a few more bullets, and they could not play with grenades and machine guns.

The military academy students of West Point were all out, each carrying bayonet rifles. The men in the town also showed up here with hunting rifles and led a dog with a hunting rifle. The stretcher was carrying a burning charred person and blood dripping down. No matter how stupid people were, they would see that this was not hunting. The wives in the same car as Jian Bing jumped out of the car and rushed towards their husbands. Jian Bing also realized something, opened the car door and pounced on it, hugging Chen Zikun's neck tightly.

Chen Zikun's nose was still sour just now, and he was heartbroken for Jianbing's death. Now seeing a living Jianbing standing in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears and laughed. George, Bill and others coughed dryly and walked away with tactfulness.

After a bloody storm, Xidian Town returned to peace. The deceased temporarily lived in the funeral home in the town. The wounded were taken away by police officers from the Cheng County Police Department for interrogation. The soldiers entered the warehouse with swords and guns, and returned to the dormitory to continue sleeping and bragging. Only Chen Zikun and Jian Bing were left staring at the ruins of the house.

The house is rented and there is no insurance. No matter what, it is a disaster caused by himself. If the house is damaged, you have to be compensated, but Chen Zikun has no money at all.

Originally, I brought nearly 7,000 US dollars from China, and even the most vigorous flowers were very abundant. But I didn’t count it to the extent that Jianbing was so generous. This former Shanghai courtesan spent money like a smooth flow. It was common for a few hundred dollars to buy a useless vase or brooch or other accessories, and the diet was extremely particular. She liked to eat braised duck ginger. It was sold in the United States, so people sent it from Shanghai. The postage alone was shocking, let alone the red wine, champagne, foie gras, truffle, and caviar they usually enjoy.

Simply put, Chen Zikun's money has almost been ruined by Jianbing. If it weren't for the military academy's management of food, he wouldn't even have to pay for the next month's meal, let alone rent. Now, it's better. After all, the house has become a ruin. You don't have to pay the rent, and you can directly compensate someone's house.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Chen Zikun drove back to New York with Jianbing, and brought two m1911s with him, and threw a spring field rifle and three heavy wooden boxes in the trunk.

After arriving in New York an hour and a half, he first found a hotel to settle Jian Bing. It was already dark and it was still raining. Chen Zikun stood at the window and smoked a cigarette. Jian Bing hugged him from behind: "Can you not go?"

"Must go." Chen Zikun snatched the cigarette butt on the windowsill, put on a top hat, and a long windbreaker to leave.

Driving through the downtown New York City, the sound of whistles, noises, and the hawking of newspaper boys was heard. The brilliance of neon lights became bizarre in the rain. Chen Zikun drove silently to a quiet tree-lined avenue in Brooklyn. He stopped the car but did not turn off the engine and looked coldly at a house not far away.

It was the Piero family's mansion, composed of an old house and garden with a history of hundreds of years. As one of the New York Mafia families, it is strictly guarded here, and any trespassing is equivalent to suicide. If you guessed correctly, there are at least twenty-five gunmen in this house equipped with machine guns.

Chen Zikun narrowed his eyes and measured the distance with his thumb. This was one of the techniques he learned in the military academy. It was not useful on the battlefield, but it was first used on the Piero family.

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

Chen Zikun had seen this burly man in the rearview mirror. Judging from his stupid appearance, he knew that he was a low-level thug hired by the Piero family. He was only worthy of walking on the street and occasionally showing off his might to strangers.

"I'm sorry, my car broke down." Chen Zikun pushed open the car door. Now he has no accent in English. He speaks with an authentic New York accent. With his figure and dress, no one will find that he is a Chinese.

"I don't care, you have to leave within three minutes." The man said in a muffled voice.

"Okay sir." Chen Zikun walked over, punched his stomach, put it on the ground, raised his foot and kicked it into the temple to make sure he fainted, and then tidied up his windbreaker and looked at the surroundings. The light of the Topiero family, the street was very secluded and there were no pedestrians.

Chen Zikun opened the trunk, lifted the largest wooden box, took out a 60mm mortar, and the other two wooden boxes were arranged in an orderly manner with three spindle-shaped mortar shells.

He first slowly twisted the fuse to the shell, and then set up a mortar with a car as a cover. Chen Zikun fired the first shell, and the shell quickly exploded in the yard. He calmly observed the blasting point, quickly corrected the angle, and again deployed the third and fourth shells.

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

After the launch, Chen Zikun quickly opened the mortar and threw it into the trunk. He jumped onto the car that had not been turned off. He stepped on the accelerator and moved forward. He shook his tail and adjusted the direction, and whistled away.

Today is the big day for the Piero family. Old Sonny Piero holds a banquet to welcome the second son of Bridgeo, who has just been released from prison. Bridgeo is sentenced to prison for a murder case and is released after only five years in prison. With the addition of this general, the Piero family, which has been on the defensive position, will definitely launch a massive counterattack.

In fact, Old Sonny had already started doing this. He spent a huge amount of money to invite a group of heroes from Chicago and was preparing to do a ticket to get a strong morale. Five gunmen took a bus to West Point Town, under Orange County, to find a bad luck for an enemy, and they would probably come back in the evening.

The long dining table in the hall was filled with food and a few bottles of good red wine. In the words of Old Sonny, the banquet was held just when the children passed away.

Before his children came, they waited for a shell.

When the first shell exploded in the yard, Old Sonny didn't even blink his eyes and calmly directed the gunmen to go out to check. The big families in New York had been in a standstill for a long time. I think everyone's hands were itchy, but at this critical moment, it was purely blind to come to Piero.

Bridgeo had just been released from the state prison and had been holding it in for five years without killing anyone. This kid had long been unable to hold back. What's more, there were fifty young men in the family today, each of whom were good-looking fast gunmen.

So, Old Sonny even felt a little gloating, and he seemed to have seen the tragic situation of the attacker being shot to death.

But the situation did not develop as he expected. Then the second shell entered the restaurant. With the sound of glass breaking, a ductile iron 60mm caliber mortar shell fell right in the middle of the dining table, becoming the first dish today.

The mortar does not have strong attack power on strong fortifications. This kind of shell is only used to deal with life targets without armor protection. It would be fine if it was just bombarded in the yard, but Chen Zikun made up his mind to take Piero's life and forced the shell into the window.

Three hundred and sixty mortar fragments exploded on a fan, like a fireworks that harvested life. The Piero and his son, who were sitting in the chief, were the first to be hit. More than a dozen shrapnel were hit on their heads and upper bodies, and they died immediately, without even leaving a word.

The gunmen were also howled by the explosion. Almost all the important characters sitting at the table were spared. They were all killed or seriously injured. Before they could react, another shell was shot in, sharp shrapnel flew everywhere, and the air waves shattered all the glass, and the living room of Piero's house turned into hell.

In fact, the next three shells were useless. The living power of Piero's family had been lost in the first round of attacks, and those who were not dead were scared to death. The gangs saw more swords and swords, but it was the first time they heard that they used cannons.

Fortunately, the women and children of Piero's family were in the kitchen or upstairs, and none of them were killed by the bomb, but they were just frightened.

The Brooklyn District Hospital and the Fire Brigade cars arrived quickly to save people and put out the fire. In a short while, the police station inspector also came, collecting evidence on routine, asking for confessions, and then leaving after working decently.

In Manhattan, the Pacino family villa, the family was sitting at the table for dinner. Suddenly Mario ran in ecstasy and shouted: "Great news, Old Sonny was killed by the bombing, and Bridgeo was also dead."

"Oh, God." The women painted crosses on their chests.

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

"It's not me, dad, nor other families. They all know that the first thing Bridgeo has to deal with when he is out of prison is us, and he is happy to see the two families together."

"So, who shot and killed 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 company, and Piero's house was blown up in a mess. Today's New York Times will definitely report it." Mario was excited and danced.

Old Anthony pushed the table and stood up and went straight upstairs. Mario scratched the back of his head and stared blankly. He didn't understand why the enemy's army was destroyed, but his father looked unhappy.

Upstairs, Old Anthony took out a yellowed photo from the drawer with his trembling hands. On it were two innocent teenagers standing on the deck of the ship in overalls, with the background of New York Statue of Liberty.

This is a photo taken by new immigrants Anthony and Sonny when they arrived at New York Harbor on an Italian cruise ship forty years ago.
Chapter completed!