Not long after the escort convoy left Boston University, it entered the Back Bay area.
At this time, the sky was getting dark.
The street lights on both sides of the street also turned on one after another, illuminating the dim street.
Due to the cold weather, there were not many people and vehicles on the streets, making it seem relatively deserted.
Not far ahead is the Boston Common, and then to Boston's Financial District.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
"Bang bang bang"
Suddenly there was a burst of gunfire on the street outside, instantly breaking the calm.
The moment they heard the gunfire, everyone in the escort convoy heightened their vigilance and prepared to go into battle.
Xiao Ran, who was sitting in the car, quickly reached out and grasped the assault rifle placed by his leg, ready to react at any time.
The next moment, Sam's voice suddenly came from the intercom.
"Sean, the guy on the helicopter reported that there was a firefight on a nearby street, and it was not directed at us."
"As for who the two parties are, it is currently unknown."
After hearing the announcement, Xiao Ran immediately relaxed a little.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said:
"Since the firefight has nothing to do with us, there is no need to pay attention to it."
"Let everyone be vigilant and pass through this neighborhood quickly."
"receive!"
Sam responded.
Before he finished speaking, several people suddenly rushed out from the side street.
While these guys were running like crazy, they kept firing at the back with pistols.
Among them, two or three people were already wounded and staggering, and it seemed that they would not be able to hold on for long.
What's more important is that Xiao Ran knows all these guys and can be considered acquaintances!
They were none other than the subordinates and juniors of several Indian chiefs.
Although Xiao Ran completed transactions with several Indian chiefs and made a lot of money from them.
But several Indian chiefs did not deliver the goods immediately, nor did they leave Boston with their things immediately.
They still stay here, and they still go to the Gothic chapel every day, and from time to time they go deep into the underground cracks to admire the glorious relics of their ancestors!
The intention of several Indian chiefs was that when they left Boston, they would settle with Xiao Ran and take away the Indian antiques and gold statues.
For them, that would undoubtedly be safer and prevent others from taking advantage of those Indian antiques and golden statues.
But how could they imagine that even so, their subordinates and juniors were still attacked.
Seeing that these young Indians were attacked, Xiao Ran and the others couldn't help but be a little surprised. They didn't understand what happened and who these guys provoked.
At the same time, the few young Indians who were running for their lives in a hurry also saw the escort convoy.
They were very familiar with this armed escort convoy.
Since coming to Boston, they have seen this convoy every day, and they also know how strong the security team that protects this convoy is!
"Guys, this is Sean's motorcade. Everyone is moving closer to the motorcade and using the motorcade as a cover."
"Sean has a good relationship with several chiefs, and he won't just sit idly by!"
shouted a Sioux Indian, and again fired several shots into the back street.
Following his shout, the other Indians immediately ran towards the convoy.
At this moment, seven or eight tough white men suddenly rushed out from the side street.
These guys basically had assault rifles and spray guns in their hands, and their firepower was even more powerful. They beat the young Indians holding pistols to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads.
As soon as they rushed out of the small street, these white people fired a crazy burst of firepower at several Indians.
Faced with such powerful firepower, the Indians could only flee.
A Cherokee who was last with a wounded leg was beaten to a pulp in an instant.
Even the many vehicles and convoys on the main street were affected by the hail of bullets and suffered a violent storm.
Fortunately, the escort convoy was located relatively far back, and they were all specially made bulletproof vehicles, so they did not suffer any losses.
Looking at the Indians running for their lives in a hurry outside the car window, Xiao Ran couldn't help but frown.
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said:
"Sam, please help these Indians. After all, we all know each other and have a cooperative relationship."
"But try not to participate in the firefight, just scare those white gunmen with unknown origins."
Before he finished speaking, Sam immediately responded.
"Okay, Sean, leave it to us."
The next moment, the three bulletproof SUVs on the outside of the convoy suddenly turned to the right and rushed straight towards the white gunmen.
This sudden change caught the white gunmen off guard.
Those guys reacted quickly and fired wildly at the three bulletproof SUVs with their guns, trying to stop the three vehicles.
The result was in vain. All the bullets hitting the three bulletproof vehicles were bounced away.
The bullets that hit like a torrential rain only left craters on the body of the car without causing any damage.
At the same time, the two medium-sized helicopters hovering in the air have quickly adjusted their positions and are ready to enter the battle at any time.
From both ends of the street, there were also bursts of shrill sirens, approaching quickly.
Seeing this situation, a white man in the lead immediately shouted:
"Guys, retreat! This is that bastard Sean's bulletproof convoy."
Before he finished speaking, these white gunmen had quickly retreated into the small street behind them, like a tide.
While retreating quickly, these guys kept firing.
Their targets included three bulletproof SUVs and the Indians who were running for their lives in a hurry.
Seeing the well-founded actions of these guys, Xiao Ran's face suddenly became more solemn.
"These guys are obviously well-trained. They are probably all veterans. I wonder where they come from?"
Hearing this, David, who was also in the car, nodded.
"Yes, these guys are definitely veterans. Ordinary gangsters definitely don't have such good skills."
"They are obviously coming for these Indians, and they don't know what grudges the two sides have."
As he spoke, the white gunmen quickly retreated into the side street and ran away.
A moment later, the roar of a car engine suddenly sounded in the small street.
Immediately afterwards, several cars sped away and rushed to another exit of the side street.
At the same time, the gunshots that had been raining down quickly stopped.
The three bulletproof SUVs responsible for the response did not give chase. Instead, they blocked the entrance to the small street and covered the escort convoy on the main street.
The Indians who had been running for their lives in a hurry also stopped shooting.
They stood one by one in the cold wind, gnashing their teeth and staring in the direction where the white gunmen were fleeing, their eyes full of hatred and anger!
In the blink of an eye, the tragic street fire had subsided.
The streets were in a mess, and some passing vehicles were damaged, with more or less bullet holes on their bodies!
The buildings on both sides of the street were similarly vandalized.
And on the cold ground, there were two more Indian corpses, as well as bloodstains and bullet casings everywhere!
Seeing that the firefight subsided, Xiao Ran immediately said through the intercom:
"Sam, leave a group of guys to look after the Indians and understand the situation."
"Mike also stayed to prepare for the incoming police and explain to the police that this matter has nothing to do with us."
"The rest of the vehicles continue to move on to Boston's Financial District. Don't delay business."
Before he finished speaking, Sam, Mike and others responded at the same time.
"Copy that, Sean."
Afterwards, the escort convoy started again and quickly drove away from the scene.
Not long after the escort convoy left, the Boston police, who were always late, finally arrived.
In the blink of an eye, it was already around nine o'clock in the evening.
In the presidential suite of the Ritz Hotel, Xiao Ran was laughing and chatting with Elaine and the others while watching the campaign farce broadcast on TV.
Although many days have passed since the election day, the final results have not yet been released, and the two parties in the election are still arguing and attacking each other.
In the past few days, American TV has been filled with all kinds of farce surrounding the election. It is very lively.
As an outsider and looking relaxed, Xiao Ran was happy to watch the fun.
This situation now is exactly what he wants to see most.
The more chaotic America is, the happier he will be!
While he was talking, Sam's voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie placed aside.
"Sean, Chief Shanfeng of the Navajo tribe and several of his men came to the hotel to visit and said they wanted to thank you."
"The men they brought were the Indians who fought with others in the evening."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ran immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and replied:
"Sam, you can let them come upstairs, but they can't carry weapons."
"Take them to the small conference room on the top floor. I'll go there later."
"Okay, Sean."
Sam responded and immediately ended the call.
About fifteen minutes later, Xiao Ran and David walked into the small conference room on the top floor together.
At this time, Chief Shanfeng and others had arrived in the conference room, including several young Indians who had fought with others on the street in the evening.
Seeing Xiao Ran and the others coming in, all the Indians, big and small, stood up and greeted him with their hands on their chests.
Especially those young Indians, their attitude towards Xiao Ran was completely different from before.
After nodding in greeting, Chief Shanfeng said gratefully:
"Mr. Sean, thank you for your generous helping hand in the evening and your timely rescue of these young people."
"This allowed us to avoid greater losses. Otherwise, we would have lost more than two young people today!"
With that said, Chief Shanfeng nodded again.
The other chiefs followed suit and nodded to Xiao Ran.
As for the young Indians, they clenched their fists and beat their chests several times.
Xiao Ran naturally knew what these guys meant.
He smiled and nodded, and then said politely:
"Mr. Chiefs, you don't have to be polite. I just happened to be able to help you out."
"We all know each other and have a cooperative relationship. Now that this has happened, there is no reason to sit idly by."
At this point, he suddenly changed the subject.
"Gentlemen, I am very curious, who are the white gunmen armed with automatic rifles today?"
"Those guys seem to be coming for you, and they look like well-trained gangsters."
"Is the other party your enemy? Or the enemy you accidentally provoked in Boston?"
After hearing his words, several Indian chiefs fell silent and did not respond immediately.
The young Indians standing behind them were gnashing their teeth with hatred, and their eyes were full of hatred and anger.
After thinking for a moment, Chief Shanfeng said in a deep voice:
"Those guys are not local gangsters in Boston, but a bunch of bastards from South Dakota and Wyoming, enemies of our Indians."
"To be precise, those bastards came for Chief Crazy Horse's treasure and tried to destroy our cooperation!"
Before he finished speaking, there was an exclamation of surprise on the scene.
"Ah! Chief Crazy Horse's treasure, did I hear that right?"
"Does this legendary treasure really exist? Was Chief Crazy Horse really assassinated because of this treasure?"
David exclaimed, eyes full of disbelief.
Looking at Xiao Ran again, his eyes were shining with excitement!
North American Indian hero, Sioux chief Crazy Horse
