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There are people everywhere on the roadside in the slums.
The men and women of all colors, old, middle-aged and young, are dressed casually. Their slippers, shorts and big vests look a bit like China many years ago.
The things they sat on were all kinds of things, including mats, plastic chairs, and benches.
Some of them were chatting, some were drinking, some were eating, and some were doing housework.
There are also many children who gather together to play, and balls are their most common toy.
Even if there is only a small piece of flat ground, a few children can have fun playing around a ball there.
The kingdom of football! Luke sighed in his mind and moved on.
¡°To be honest, this place is actually not much worse than the slums in Los Angeles. The dirty, messy and bad environment is the same for everyone.
There must be people holding plastic sheds under the viaducts in Los Angeles. There are also many people sleeping on the side of the road in bustling areas. At least there are houses here.
Without money, there are slums everywhere.
Luke soon walked into a winding alley.
This kind of alley is only about one meter wide, enough for two people to pass each other shoulder to shoulder.
It twists and extends back and forth in the buildings and rooms. The building walls are very close to each other on both sides, making the space extremely narrow and cramped.
Luke walked into this alley for a few dozen meters, and before and behind him, on the buildings and in the windows, heads quietly popped out.
On the road in front of him, four or five young people also walked out.
These young people have unruly faces and disheveled clothes. The leader is even shirtless.
But almost all of them had guns in their hands, and a few more on the roof a little further away were holding rifles.
None of them said a word, they just surrounded him silently, as if they wanted to wait for him to speak.
Luke grinned: "I want to find someone."
The shirtless young man looked at him: "We are not the police."
Luke smiled even more happily: "Yes, that's why I came to you."
The shirtless young man looked at him suspiciously.
Luke has put on a little makeup, sunglasses and a big beard, which makes him look less tender, but his temperament is still completely different from these people.
He smiled and slowly pulled out a stack of green banknotes from the small backpack behind him and threw it casually: "This is the deposit. Whether you can help me or not, this money is yours."
The eyes of the people around him turned green following the banknotes.
People here are far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people. Several people who saw the denomination clearly couldn't help but swallowed their saliva - it was a US knife with a denomination of one hundred.
If this pile were all worth it, it would cost at least ten thousand dollars.
?For these people, it¡¯s definitely a lot of money.
The shirtless young man subconsciously caught the stack of American knives and quickly ran it through with his thumb and index finger to make sure that it was not a counterfeit banknote, and that the banknotes inside were all in denominations of 100. His face became hesitant.
"Wait a minute." He said, taking the stack of knives and entering the room next to him.
Luke was not in a hurry and dug into his small backpack, and a chocolate cream lollipop appeared in his hand.
He slowly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.
His expression was calm and composed, which made the people around him who were staring at him feel strange.
"A person who can remain so calm when surrounded by dozens of gunmen must be either crazy or confident.
He felt a line of sight not far away, it was a relatively small young man.
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it can also be said that he is still a boy, licking his lips.
Luke grinned: "You want to eat too?"
The half-grown boy nodded subconsciously, but immediately realized something was wrong and quickly shook his head.
Luke chuckled, took out another lollipop from his small backpack, and threw it over: "What are you afraid of? Can't men eat candies?"
The big boy couldn¡¯t help but catch the flying lollipop.
The group of people around who looked weird had nothing to say about this.
Isn¡¯t there a guy right in front of you, surrounded by dozens of guns, still eating candy calmly? Who dares to say that he is not a man!
Of course, whether this very manly guy dies or not, or how miserable his death is, is another matter.
Within five minutes, the shirtless young man appeared from another rooftop and signaled to the people below: "Bring him up."
The surroundingsThen he quietly disappeared into the house next to him.
There were only two young men with guns pointed at him. One led the way, and the other took his backpack and motioned for him to follow the people in front.
Luke didn¡¯t take it seriously, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and moved forward.
There was only some food and candies in the small backpack, but nothing else.
Before he entered here, all his things were put into the storage space, and the small backpack was a concealment prop.
The reason why the other party only took away the small bag without searching his body was because he was wearing a close-fitting vest and a long-sleeved thin shirt on his upper body, and a pair of equally thin close-fitting sweatpants underneath.
Not to mention concealing a firearm, this outfit also highlights the shape of a knife.
From the path, we went around a few turns and turned into an extremely narrow courtyard. We went up the small and steep stairs on the side and reached a platform with a shed.
The environment here is still very ordinary, but there is beer, food, and the refreshing sea breeze.
Except for no beauty, no beach, and the smell is unpleasant, it is also comfortable here.
A middle-aged man with various patterns tattooed on his body was sitting on a beach chair. Behind him were two strong men holding rifles.
The shirtless young man who called Luke over and the two young men who escorted him stood behind Luke, also holding guns in their hands.
"What do you want?" the tattooed middle-aged man asked unceremoniously.
Luke: "Inquiry about a person."
A middle-aged man with a tattoo: ¡°Who?¡±
Luke took out a photo from his shirt pocket and threw it on the small table in front of the tattooed middle-aged man: "Lisa Feng. A Mexican female doctor."
The tattooed middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, took the photo on the small table, looked at it, and narrowed his eyes: "I've never seen this person before."
Luke said, "Sorry for bothering you then, take your leave."
As soon as the tattooed middle-aged man raised his hand, the guns of several people around him were pointed at Luke.
"You don't seem to know where this place is, nor who I am!" The tattooed middle-aged man stood up with an m1911 pistol in his hand: "Now, hand over the money, credit card, and password you have."
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Is thisa robbery?"
The tattooed middle-aged man smiled ferociously: "No, this is tuition. Let you learn how to live well in Rio."
Luke tilted his head in thought: "You mean, you don't plan to kill me?"
The tattooed middle-aged man didn¡¯t answer, but just made a gesture. Two young people came up behind Luke and wanted to grab his hands.
Luke sighed: "If you don't make money, you have to rob it. The local gang is so rude!"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked towards the tattooed middle-aged man a few meters away. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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