Inside the Seversky mansion, the family was held at gun points. The mafia demanded handing over of certain hotel districts. Mr. Seversky refused of course, and was under threat and putting his family in danger. The gang has learned that the family was expecting very important visitors today, and has sent their people to collect them as hostage.
Their leader has just received a call reporting the failed attempt at the airport. He heard the doorbell rang, and sent one of his men to go check.
"Girl Scout cookies!" waved a little blonde girl in school uniform, at her shoulder hovering a mechanical dragonfly.
"Go away!" the man shut the door, but JoJo jammed her feet in between.
"Mister, you must try our new flavor, strawberry and salmon!"
Irritated, the man reached into his pocket and threw a few notes at her, telling her again to go away.
"But Mister, that wouldn't be enough. My cookies are fifty thousand Euros a box!" JoJo cocked her head and smiled.
"What's going on?" another member came downstairs, studying the little girl from head to toe.
"She said she's selling Girl Scout cookies at fifty thousand Euros." his partner said.
"A box!" JoJo reminded.
"Get out of here!"
"Oh Mister, but you must try it! And today it comes with a special bonus!" JoJo halted.
"Like what?"
"Like this!" JoJo snapped her finger.
Fifty yards down the driveway, one of their cars exploded, so powerful it lifted the car and flipped it upside down.
"Deducting the car, it's now forty five thousand!" the little girl smiled, didn't moved a bit by the explosion.
She snapped her finger again, a second car exploded.
"Forty thousand." JoJo giggled. "Deducting all your cars, and all SIX of you from the house, I can make it ten thousand a box!"
"Let's drop another one!" Paige said in excitement, her finger itching at the launch button.
"It's not worth it! The missile alone cost more than their cars!" said Slava, then she shrugged. "Oh, what the hell!"
Ten thousand feet up, the bomber drone dropped its third guided missile. Inside the control room, all eyes fixed on an aerial picture zooming in, closer and closer, until the last image was the roof of the car, and then it went blank.
All six thugs running on foot, the cars they came in were all destroyed. JoJo was swinging her fist yelling at the gate.
"Now go back and tell your boss he owns the Siwanovs one million Euros!"
"You said ten thousand!" one man protested.
"They come in a hundred boxes a pack!"
The Severskys stood speechless, witnessing the power of the youngest Siwanov family, she was more ruthless than the mafia.
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Dance Moms Bodyguard (7) Wedding Interrupted
AçãoBrooke is pregnant, but her path down the aisle took troubled turns, bringing the term Shotgun Wedding to a whole new level.
