I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 470 War Against the Russians! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Outside a restaurant in East Los Angeles.

Inside the black sedan, Sofia stared at the restaurant entrance, looking somewhat uneasy.

So much has happened in the last two days. Yesterday she was still the high and mighty Russian mafia princess, with her father Nikolai, the mafia godfather, as her support. Today she has actually appeared on the street, preparing to assassinate a Mexican mafia commissioner.

All of this seems somewhat absurd and unreal.

"Miss, please rest assured, my life was saved by the boss, and I will do everything in my power to help you take back everything that belongs to you."

Remy, standing beside him, spoke in a low voice with a solemn expression.

"And these brothers from the frontier, they too will fight for you, until their last drop of blood!"

Remy looked at the three Yakut warriors in the back seat. The three grinned and nodded noncommittally.

The warrior in the lead, named Nyugon, chuckled and said, "By Tengri, we will definitely complete this mission and kill those guys."

It's as if you're just casually slaughtering a chicken.

After all, this was an order and a task assigned by Mr. Wayne.

Sofia took a deep breath, her icy blue eyes flashing with sharpness, and said, "Don't worry, my friends, your families will receive the richest reward. I think they'll soon be living a good life."

Her greatest support lies in the connections she can still maintain in Russia, especially within the military.

She understood that these people from the border regions had no choice but to join her, and she had to show enough domineering presence and sincerity to completely win them over.

This was her last trump card.

However, no matter how much pressure she was under, Sofia would never let anyone see her weakness.

She is Nikolai's daughter.

"I'm out." Sophia said calmly as she looked at the restaurant door that had been pushed open, and at the same time she put on the baklava hat, leaving only her eyes and nostrils exposed, instantly transforming into a ruthless bandit.

The other men nearby also put on baklava hats and held guns in their hands.

At this moment, a total of seven people came out of the restaurant. Six of them surrounded a thin Mexican elderly man, with their hands on his waist.

Most of the six men had extensive tattoos, some even with images of the Virgin Mary tattooed on their faces, clearly indicating they were Mexican gang members.

The elderly Mexican man in the middle was calm and collected, casually picking his teeth as he walked toward a car.

Just then, Remy rolled down his car window, flashed a tiger-like smile, and called out in heavily accented Russian English, "Hey, Mr. Sebastian! I never expected to see you here!"

The other person instinctively turned their head to look, only to be met with five dark gun barrels!

Before the other side's bodyguards could react, the silenced gunshots suddenly rang out, like the cork of a wine bottle being popped.

Bullets pierced their bodies like raindrops. The old man in the middle was shot the most, and was shot in the head at the very beginning. The remaining six bodyguards were all seriously injured and fell into pools of blood.

All of this happened in just a few seconds. The black sedan's engine suddenly started, and it sped away with the gunmen.

One of the bodyguards, who was lying on the ground, struggled to lunge at the old man, shouting, "Mr. Sebastian! Mr. Sebastian!"

But it was too late. The old man had been shot three times in the head and had already gone to meet the Virgin Mary.

The tattooed man at the head of the group, his face contorted with rage, cried out in anguish, "Mr. Sebastian is dead! Notify the committee immediately! Those damned Russians, I recognized their accent! How dare they kill one of our committee members!"

"Call all of us from the Black Bloods gang! This is a declaration of war! I'll make these Russians pay for their crimes in blood!"

As they were speaking, the restaurant door behind them was pushed open, and a group of Latino gang members rushed out. They immediately began calling for reinforcements and arranging for the injured brothers to go to the Mexican Mafia's illegal clinic.

People of their status would naturally not go to hospitals to walk into a trap, so they can only rely on their own illegal clinics.

Even with today's gunfight, no one will notify the police station.

Their gang has always believed in the principle of blood for blood, and they believe that they should avenge their own grudges!

Similar incidents have occurred in several locations throughout Los Angeles.

A total of five Mexican Mafia commissioners were killed either by gunfire after a meal, strangled in their homes, or sniped while walking down the street.

The killers were all highly trained, wearing hoods and driving unlicensed black cars, making it impossible to identify them.

However, they still slipped up.

When two of the commissioners were killed, their Russian accents were heard.

That broken English, completely different from a Latino accent, with an uncontrollable trilled "r" sound, was instantly recognizable.

And someone even recognized their car.

This black sedan is exactly the same model used in the convoys of the Russian mafia!

Removing license plates and using a car that is normally unlicensed is a crude way of concealing their tracks. If other gangs were to do this, they might think it's an attempt to cover up their crimes, but for the Russian gang, it makes perfect sense.

These Russians are inherently crude and reckless; they even allowed the Ukrainians to send an entire container of drones to their territory for attacks. It's perfectly normal for them to do something like that.

The entire Mexican Mafia immediately sprang into action, functioning like a gigantic, tentacle-like organism.

The news of the five assassinated Mafia commissioners reached the ears of the commissioners in prison through various channels.

The Mafia investigators outside the prison acted swiftly, and the news that Andre had killed several other commissioners was confirmed by several former witnesses and physical evidence.

Photos of Andrei meeting with Bruce Wayne also appeared on the committee members' phones.

The committee members convened meetings to make decisions based on available information, using methods such as mobile phones, notes, and other means of communication.

They quickly reached an agreement.

The honor of the Mexican Mafia cannot be tarnished, and the Russian gang is currently in disarray; annexing them would be entirely beneficial.

Andre's priority is far higher than that of the wanted Bruce Wayne.

In comparison, the latter is completely unimportant.

These messages were then quickly disseminated.

Simple, ruthless, and efficient.

Each small gang belonging to the Mexican Mafia received a unified message from the Mexican Mafia Commission:

Go to war.

Declare war on the Russians!

"Los Angeles Police Department! Everyone, stand up immediately!"

"Gentlemen, we have received reports that you are engaged in illegal gang activities!"

"Nearby residents have complained that you are obstructing normal traffic flow and disrupting their daily lives. You must leave!"

"Hey, hands behind your head, stand against the wall, I need to search you."

Shouts and sirens blared, followed by David's cries: "I haven't done anything illegal! Officer, you can't do this to me! This is racial discrimination, you're discriminating against my skin color! Hey, don't touch me!"

Then a policeman shouted, "Put your hands behind your head immediately, sir! You are obstructing official business! We need to conduct a search of you, and we have the right to do so!"

Shouts and curses immediately rang out, and the streets outside were clearly in chaos.

Wayne frowned, got up, lifted the tent flap, and went outside.

A dozen fully armed police officers were on high alert, all with their guns loaded and pointed at the Saints Gang members present. Two of them immediately tied David's hands behind his back and were about to shove him into a police car.

The surrounding Saints shouted and cursed, but without Wayne's orders, they couldn't immediately draw their guns in the face of the Los Angeles Police Department officers.

Otherwise, it would surely cause a chaotic battle.

It's important to know that American police officers have so-called "reasonable fear" authority.

In other words, once they perceive you as a threat, they can open fire directly, nipping the danger in the bud.

As for whether they might kill the wrong person, that was not their concern.

Many of the young members of the Saints Gang had already put their hands inside their clothes, but Old Will and the others stopped them with their eyes.

If these police officers were actually killed in the street, it would be difficult to handle the aftermath.

These are more than a dozen Los Angeles Police Department officers.

The Los Angeles Police Department, also known as the LAPD, is the third largest municipal police department in the United States, after the New York and Chicago police departments.

With a total of over 12,000 police officers and an annual budget of over 1 billion US dollars, the entire organization is far beyond the reach of the current Kingdom of Heaven Church or the Saints Gang.

If a large number of police officers die, it will become a fight to the death.

The sheriff leading the group, clearly anticipating that the Saints wouldn't dare to act rashly, wore a contemptuous expression and shouted, raising his gun, "Get out of here immediately! Get out of the slums! Your presence is seriously disrupting the order here!"

"Otherwise, you'll end up like this gentleman—"

He turned and grabbed David by the back of his collar, forcefully shoving him into the police car while yelling, "—You're coming back to the police station with me!"

"Stop!" A deep voice suddenly rang out, carrying a commanding tone. "Inspector Cyril, how much money did Andrei pay you?"