I persuaded the proprietress who insisted on going with me to go back, then took a taxi and went straight to the beach.

After getting out of the taxi, I found a bar that looked very big. Lazy afternoons are not a good time for revelry in the heat of South Africa. In the bar, except for two couples in the corner, there was only one bartender who was napping under the frosty air conditioner.

"Hey, bring me a beer. I walked over and sat down on the bar stool and tapped my fingers on the stainless steel bar top.

The waiter stood up a little unhappily and went to the home-brewed beer can to take a drink, and only smiled when he saw the dollar I was holding in my hand.

"Is Popeye at a bar around here?"

The waiter looked at me and seemed to understand what I was here for. Gently pulled out the money between my fingers and put it in his pocket, nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, at Bar 33 Table Bay Beach." You can definitely find him there. ”

"Tell me about this Popeye, you know what I'm looking for him for, right?"

The waiter nodded: "He is the most reliable head of the entire Cape Town, and he had a little conflict with Mr. Magnum in Chinatown not long ago, and later offended Councillor Sabbath, so he may be in some trouble recently, but it doesn't affect his ability." ”

It was similar to what the old know-it-all guy had said, and I got up and drank my beer, covered my face with a scarf, and walked out of the bar.

Table Bay Beach has made a name for itself because of the Table Bay Hotel, and it's hard to imagine all sorts of crime in Cape Town's most luxurious hotels. I didn't rush to find the snakehead Popeye, but after making sure no one was following me, I went to another bar.

After asking three bars in dollar dollars in a row, I determined the basic situation of Popeye. This guy started as a smuggler, then began to organize smuggling and MY, and later participated in the transportation of drugs, and is an out-and-out mafia boss.

Dressed in a white Arabic robe that stood out on the street, I followed the bartender's instructions to a private house near Table Bay Beach and bought five passports for $2,000 each.

"Ten thousand dollars, my friend, these passports are enough for you to go to any country on Earth. ”

Since there was no danger, I put away the pistol hidden under my robes and negotiated the price with the men.

I threw the passport I had stolen from Guinea to South Africa on the table: "This could have offset the money for a passport." ”

The black man on the other side had dirty braids and was wearing several oddly shaped rings on his hands, and he couldn't help but laugh with a few people next to him when he saw my passport.

"My friend, I don't take passports. This passport of yours is a Vietnamese citizen passport, and we do not need this kind of passport that can be reissued. ”

I took my passport back with a blank face, pulled something out of my backpack and threw it on his desk.

"Cheap for you. ”

Seeing the necklace on the table, the black man's eyes suddenly widened. This is a super large emerald gemstone white gold necklace, although I don't know its value, but as long as you are not a fool, this necklace is definitely a good thing.

"Where are you from?"

Hearing the black man's question, I looked at him like a fool: "Is it necessary for me to tell you?"

South Africa at night is warm and peaceful, walking on a clean and refreshing road, and the scenery is everywhere. The ocean not far away resembles a deep blue mirror, cut open by the sailboats and yachts that pass by.

Table Bay Beach is also a psychedelic beauty at night. Except for the beautiful bikini swimsuits, the entire beach is a fine white sand that is like stepping on a soft carpet. At night, the beach is lit up with colorful spotlights, and there are many bars by the sea, but the outdoor tables outside are full of people drinking and chatting. The long-haired guitarist on the beach is holding the guitar and singing, with a sad and soulful feeling.

Bar 33 is not very well located, but it is easy to understand that it is just a front for a smuggling organization that smuggles and sells drugs.

The entrance to the bar was not as heavily guarded as I expected, and when I pushed open the glass door of the bar and entered, there was soothing music playing inside, and the lights were dim as bean lamps.

A group of men and women sat in the booth and put their heads on the tabletop。。。。。 (The following omitted 5,000 to 10,000 words, and it was blocked again...) ）

"I'm looking for Popeye. ”

Hearing me speak loudly, a group of people stopped. I heard my brother Tang Jieyi say that inhaling D stimulates the nerve center, and then produces an irrepressible sense of excitement and hallucination, but this sense of excitement and hallucinations is easily broken by sudden interference from outside, and once it is broken by external interference, then people will have manic emotions, and they will become aggressive and destructive.

Sure enough, as soon as I finished asking, the person in the corner had already stood up, and a fat black man sitting on the left scolded: "You idiot, I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing a group of people standing up menacingly, a sneer erupted in my heart. There certainly wasn't any Popeye among them, they were just dogs he kept outside. However, I have no reason to be soft on these dogs.

Five minutes later, I graciously tossed a ten-dollar bill at the lady standing at the bar, shivering, and said, "Get me a beer." Pointing to the beer behind the bar, I was still not used to the taste of foreign wine.

With a "snap", he threw a wine glass on the ground, which made the already frightened bar girl wake up, and she poured me a glass of beer in a trembling voice, and then stayed away from me.

The smell of blood was in the bar.

Those who tried to come up and kill me were lying on the ground, some with broken arms, and the worst ones had been cut open by the daggers I had snatched from them, and the foul-smelling entrails were dripping all over the ground.

I know that they are afraid to call the police, and the charges of possession of weapons and assembling a crowd with the intent to harm others will not be forgiven because they are the head of the earth. Their territory is limited to their own bars and the vast smuggling sea outside. This is South Africa, not a place of chaos and carnage in the interior of Africa. A lot of criminal activity can be done on a small scale, but that doesn't mean the police will ignore it if they call the police.

"Now can you talk about it, where is Popeye?" I squatted down with a smile as I gulped down a glass of beer, and saw the expressions of fear finally appear on the faces of several people.

"In... In the back, in the back of the house. There is a secret door from here, which can be passed directly. A black man with a broken arm who had come to his senses stumbled in English. Even an overdose of XX still can't stop the huge pain coming from the arm.

I patted him on the face and said, "Look, if you had been so obedient, you wouldn't have suffered so much, would you?"

The secret door to the back was not large, and I drew my pistol and walked cautiously against the wall.

The further back you go, the louder the manic disco becomes. I walked around the corner and saw that the huge sound source was coming from the room around the corner.

At the door of the room stood two bodyguards in floral shirts, two of whom had pistols pinned to their waists but did not stand guard at the door, but pouted their butts and took turns looking in from the glass of the room.

I crept over and stood behind them and asked, "What is Popeye doing in there?"

"The boss is banging inside, and this posture is really difficult enough. A bodyguard subconsciously replied, and when he found that something was wrong, he suddenly reached out and touched the pistol and turned his head, and it was a ferocious punch that came over me.

I threw the two fainting bodyguards aside, opened the door and walked in.

There's a muscular guy in his forties. Omitted here is blocked In fact, this gentleman is looking intently at the Chinese textbook of the second grade of primary school and at Aunt Qiong Yao's romance novel. It's like nothing to do at home, and trouble comes from heaven. Not only was it blocked from what men wanted to do, but they had to be beaten for a while.

The Mr. Popeye was so involved that he didn't even know that he had been snooped on by his men for a long time, let alone that I had entered the room.

In desperation, I had to politely knock on the door and ask, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Popeye?"

At the same time, the private house where I bought my passport was surrounded by a dozen men in black shirts and armed with pistols. A yellow man wearing glasses pointed to the private house in a panic and said to a white man next to him: "He sold it to me, I really didn't know it was your thing, if I knew, I would never dare to accept it." ”

"If what you say is true, then I will not hold you accountable. The white man was very calm, and gentlemanly put the arm of his right hand around his waist, and let the tall female companion beside him carry him.

"Let's go, dear, I want to see who dares to steal my birthday present to you. ”

The two bodyguards standing in front of the private house had already been knocked to the ground with electric batons. One of them had just woken up when a long electric baton stabbed him in the chest, and the hapless bodyguard convulsed and fainted, a pungent smell of urine oozing from his lower body.

I really can't help it, I can't change it twice, I deleted it, it's really speechless, and I will make it all OOXX code in the future, and I can forget what I want