It's past two o'clock in the afternoon, and many people are already thinking about where to go for afternoon tea, and in Las'tals, the eastern suburb of the central Bolivian city of Santa Cruz, many people here haven't even eaten lunch. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Normally they might have been picking up food at the food distribution point, but today many people are cowering in their houses and are afraid to go out, because today there was a firefight in the southern suburbs, and the leader of the largest gang, Abraham, was killed.

Originally, the vendetta between the gangs and factions had nothing to do with the ordinary poor people, but I don't know which god the dead ghost Abraham offended, and now the sky is full of helicopter gunships, and the military police and heavily armed troops can be seen everywhere on the ground, and they are pulling las'tals.

For fear of suffering from the fish in the pond, many people would rather starve than go out, for fear of being caught as gangsters.

Fang Yuanshan here originally planned to leave after killing that "Ali", but since he thought about it, he would simply stop doing it and put down all the gangsters in this slum.

After receiving his orders, dozens of helicopter gunships were dispatched from the base, and more than 2,000 fighters were also dispatched from Paraguay and Rondonia in Brazil to start a concentrated search in the slums.

As mentioned earlier, the terrain here is complicated, and they are all poor, and if you don't have food, who cares if you have an army or not. For this reason, the Group approached the city of Santa Cruz and sent a large quantity of materials to Las'tals.

Oliver, who was by Fang Yuanshan's side and walked towards the gate of the base, said with a worried face: "Boss, this is not a good way. The hundreds of thousands of people there are useless on handouts alone, and they have to rely on themselves to support themselves. ”

Of course, he knew that the problem was that the group's original plan had not yet arrived in Bolivia, and today it was just a coincidence. A bug with his teeth and claws and claws would shoot him to death, but the possible riots and gang-fighting for power were not in his original consideration.

He didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of him, thinking that it was already the beginning anyway, so he simply sent a large army to suppress it.

And where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and without food and clothing, there will soon be a second or a third Abraham in the las'tals, and he will kill them all?

Just as he was thinking about what to do with the slums, Oliver next to him asked, "Boss, what about those two Americans?"

"What should I do, send them to the local police station, and submit their confessions to me, and send them to prison as an ironclad case. In addition, there are foreign correspondents in Bolivia who report on it~"

"Uhhhh Well~"

Oliver has heard a lot of gossip about his boss, saying that he is a god of war, invulnerable, can dodge bullets, and even some people say that he is a god and knows oriental magic.

Oliver basically laughed at all of the above, and came down from the battlefield of blood and fire to win people, and believed in only two things, guns and fists.

But that's all changed today. Fang Yuanshan's majestic posture of motionless in the face of the rain of bullets and bullets was now deeply imprinted into his mind.

This kind of boldness is not something that everyone can do, it is a manifestation of extreme confidence in one's own strength. From this point of view, Oliver believed in the private legends, and there was a high probability that they were true, and he even doubted that the boss really knew how to use Eastern magic.

"What do you think?"

"Uh... Boss, what's wrong?"

He looked at the foreign correspondents and the crowd at the gate of the base and wondered, "What's going on with these people?"

Oliver's eyes also shifted to the main entrance of the base, and he glanced at it helplessly: "I don't know where these people got the news, and now they are rushing over and asking us to hand over the murderer together with the local tribe." ”

Their base is about 15 kilometers east of "Puerto Pelas", and behind them is a large jungle and swamp, and usually not even a ghost shadow will appear here, but I didn't expect all of them to run over today.

It may have been that they saw a group of them coming, and the reporters with microphones and camera equipment rushed towards them, and the soldiers behind them immediately greeted them.

"May I ask you are Mr. Fang, what do you think about the matter of your subordinate Qiang.j.i.a.n?"

"We belong to the International League for Human Rights, Mr. Fang, do you really comply with international human rights law if you allow your subordinates to commit violence in Bolivia?"

"We are from the Spanish La Herald, what will you do with that strong .j.i.a.n? will you be tried within the South American Security Union, or will you hand him over to the local Bolivian court?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way... ”

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, please talk about your specific views on this matter!"

Fang Yuanshan, who was walking forward with a black face, suddenly stopped and turned his head to look coldly at dozens of reporters. The knife-sharp gaze frightened the group of reporters who no longer dared to speak, and the female reporter even turned pale with fright.

When the gate was silent, he turned away again without saying a word. The gate to the base was a pulley fence, and when they approached, the soldiers on duty saluted and pushed the door open.

There was a reporter who was not afraid of death in the back, and he was about to follow up, but he was immediately stopped, and then a noisy shouting poured into Fang Yuanshan's ears.

"Where are the others?"

Oliver's deputy, an Asian man, stepped forward and said, "He's in confinement now." ”

On the playground ahead, a group of soldiers, most of whom were recruited locally, were trained regularly, with fighters from the Southern Security Department acting as captains, instructors, and tactical commanders.

At this time, after seeing a group of them, the young warrior stopped his training body and looked over to them.

Fang Yuanshan walked towards the playground and said, "Bring him over~"

Fang Yuanshan knew that he was not a material to lead troops to fight, so a lot of power was decentralized. Moreover, the power of the Nan'an Ministry in each national branch is also very large, and the local garrison cannot control them, which makes those soldiers become unscrupulous.

There is also a problem, the veterans recruited come from all over the world, and the quality of the personnel in them is inevitably uneven, and he is not very clear about the specific situation.

Frowning and thinking about these things, the person has already arrived at the training ground. Many people had already recognized who Fang Yuanshan was, and slowly stopped the movements in their hands.

Directly in front of the training ground, a man in a training uniform spoke a few words of Spanish in a loud voice, and when the team was finished, he quickly ran over, came to his side and stood up and saluted, and said loudly in Portuguese: "Report to the chief, all the staff are assembled, please give instructions." ”

A breeze blew in the mountains and forests in the distance, bringing a hint of coolness in this scorching afternoon, and he quietly looked at the hundreds of strong men on the playground for a while, and his mouth moved slightly, but finally he found that he didn't know what to say.

Needless to say, it is unlikely that these soldiers will go to the real battlefield one day with him, and at most they will be on duty to maintain law and order in Bolivia. And such things are professionally guided, and he doesn't need to say anything.

Several instructors and the base commander next to him were all looking at him, their faces full of excitement. Fang Yuanshan is synonymous with "God" in their minds, and what kind of courage does it take to conquer the entire South America by himself?

Seeing the people next to him staring at him, he felt that he still had to say something. He coughed and said, "Most of you came here to serve as soldiers with the purpose of good welfare benefits, right? Well, I don't have too much demand for you to be a soldier and eat food, just do your job well." ”

"Bang, bang... ”

Under Oliver's translation, the men on the playground applauded vigorously.

As soon as he stopped, a group of people over there had already pressed a man in a white vest and let him go when they came to him.

"Uncuff him~"

"Head up. ”

The man with his head lowered slowly raised his head, and a Mediterranean complexion appeared in Fang Yuanshan's eyes, less than one meter eight tall, black hair, dim eyes, sharp chin, and thick beard, this is what Pierce called the strong .J.I.A.N criminal-Adams Congreve.

"E, look me in the eye and tell me what's your name?"

"I... My name is Adams Congreve. ”

"Be louder. ”

"My name is Adams Congreeff, sir. ”

"When did you join the group?"

"May 30, 2010~"

"Hehe, I'm still a veteran. Now tell me, do you have a strong .j.i.a.n opponent?"

Looking at Fang Yuanshan's inky black eyes, Adams on the other side shook his head firmly and said, "I don't have a strong .j.i.a.n her." We negotiated the price before, but afterwards she reversed herself and asked me for $100, and then... Then I left in a fit of rage ... As he spoke, Adams lowered his head again.

The muscles on Fang Yuanshan's face twitched, and he stepped forward and grabbed his hair to make him tilt his head, and then slapped him hard.

"Smack~"

With his slap, the hearts of the entire playground, including Oliver, trembled, but no one dared to open their mouths to help plead.

"You bastard, labor and management give you such a high salary, you actually ran out to prostitute the bully chicken, you can really do it!"

"Boss. . . I.. I... ”

"Why, remember to give money to piao in the future, get out!"

Adams, who was standing there, raised his head in disbelief, thinking that he would be greeted by a thunderstorm, but he didn't expect it to be just a slap?

"What do you think it's that simple, just forget it? Go back and be locked up for 15 days~"

"Thank you. Thank you to the owner, thank you to the owner~"

"Thanks for the fart, get out of here~"

Seeing Adams burst into tears, the group of people around him burst into silent laughter.

Fang Yuanshan was dissatisfied: "Everyone has physiological needs, I don't blame you for this." But what my bottom line is, Oliver, you should know very well, those two Americans are role models. There is another one, who will not give money in the future, and the labor and management will cut off his lower half of his body. ”

"It's the boss.,Hehe~" A group of big men on the playground laughed along...

(To be continued.) )