"So, that's how you treat your guests?"

Lance's calm words with a hint of sarcasm stunned everyone, and the thugs exchanged glances with some uncertainty, but the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still aimed at Lance motionlessly. Lance took a stride to the side, all the muzzles moving with him, which made Lance chuckle and shake his head, stop, turn around, and look at the gangsters in front of him again.

Lance didn't speak in a hurry, but squinted his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the group of young people who broke into the room, and the thin pupils were like an elegant leopard, examining their prey, as if they were just a group of antelopes that were going to use their horns against them, and all the emotions were in full view.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room solidified again, and even the sound of breathing quietly disappeared. Albert looked at Lance in surprise, but he didn't understand what Lance was doing, turned his head to look, Hayden made a silent gesture at him, and Percy looked at Lance's back intently, his muscles tensed, and the momentum made the tension further condense.

There are a total of seven young people in front of him, although I don't know the specific age, but the oldest is estimated to be in his early twenties, and the immaturity, youthfulness, impulsiveness, and vigor are all clearly written in his eyes.

Lance could faintly see hesitation in their eyes, and he knew that these children who had grown up in the slums had a special feeling for white people, on the one hand, they hated white people, thinking that white people had taken away their happy life; But on the one hand, they are afraid of white people, and in their impression, white people are always in cahoots with high-ranking officials of the government, and they only need one sentence to decide life and death.

Now Lance is taking advantage of this contradictory and complicated feelings, and his calmness, confidence, and pretense are his only bargaining chips and only chances. Of course, Lance knew that his rash actions could lead to terrible consequences, but he was never the kind of person who was used to being beaten passively, and he wanted to regain the initiative little by little. As for the high risks that come with high returns...... That's the way to go.

"If that's how you treat your guests, then I don't think you want more guests to come in the future." Lance spoke unhurriedly, but the truth was that he needed time to clear his mind because he did not speak Portuguese very fluently. At this, he paused slightly, looked at the young man directly in front of him, he looked like he was taking the lead, holding a machine gun in his hand, and then raised his eyebrows slightly, a look of confusion and curiosity between his eyebrows, "As long as the boss on your head doesn't mind, then ......" Lance shrugged, and the second half of the words disappeared.

"Shut up! Shut up! The young man scolded fiercely, gritted his teeth, and brandished the gun in his hand at Lance, "You'd better shut up!" Believe it or not, I'm going to shoot you and kill you all right here! ”

Lance raised his hands in surrender, but chuckled softly, with a "as long as you're happy" expression, and then shut up and stood still, not saying a word.

Lance's sudden silence only made the young man panic, and Lance could even see the fear in his eyes. At this point, the room was completely quiet, but there was still a commotion outside, and the young man angrily yelled outside, "Shut up, or I'll shoot you all and finish you all." ”

The commotion outside the house continued for a while, and many people were muttering and complaining, but it finally calmed down.

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up the butt of the machine gun and smashed it directly at Lance, but he didn't want Lance to raise his left hand to block his movements directly, and then quickly grasped the butt and handle of the machine gun with both hands.

Seeing Lance's action, the other six people in the room instantly held their pistols and aimed them at Lance's head, and took a step forward, as if as long as Lance moved lightly, his head would become a hornet's nest. The tension in the air was so tight that all the sounds outside the room were completely gone, and there was no sound.

Lance's heart has jumped to his throat, and even his back can feel the trajectory of sweat slowly slipping down, life is not a movie, in movies, the male protagonist is always able to grasp the initiative elegantly and calmly, and then solve the problem in an understatement, even the suit will not stain any dust, that is because their fate is in the hands of the screenwriter, not those bad asass elements. But real life is not, all qiē is real, all situations are uncontrollable, and the slightest deviation can lead to uncontrollable consequences. Especially, this is the city of God.

The more this happened, the more Lance forced himself not to panic, or at least not to show that he was flustered. On the surface, he was as calm as he had never been.

Lance showed an innocent expression, his smart eyes seemed to say, "I'm just defending myself, I have no intention of provoking trouble", and then raised his hands and slowly straightened his back, looking like he was backing down, but in fact he just stood up straight. But this visual gap made the group of people in front of them breathe a sigh of relief, and they retreated a little by half a step.

Lance delicately painted the fear and panic in the eyes of the young man in front of him, and decided to add another fire, and he moved forward little by little, and said flatly, "I am an American, and my friends are all Americans. You should know that the U.S. Embassy is mindful of our every move. Once something happens to us, then things are definitely not so easy to solve. ”

The words without any emotion made the facts so clear that Lance could even see the young man's palms beginning to sweat - the palms of his grips on the butt of the gun were constantly adjusting, as if the slippery sweat had made him unable to hold his hands tightly.

Before he knew it, Lance had stepped right in front of the young man, cleverly dodged the muzzle of the gun, and said condescendingly, "Believe me, you wouldn't want things to come to this!" The categorical tone barely gave the other party room to think, and quietly shifted the other party's thinking to another direction.

Lance knew he was halfway there. However, this is not the end, the reason why the gangsters are tricky is that they are uncontrollable, and no one knows if they will be completely out of control in the next second, and then pick up the guns in their hands and start shooting.

Lance began to give in, one step at a time, one step at a time, slowly and orderly, clearly expressing that he was not dangerous or aggressive, and after taking three steps back in a row, Lance stopped, "What's more, we came with friendliness today. The words made the seven young men all look at each other, "I heard...... It has some of the best big/hemp in Rio, and we came here for a holiday, and what we needed most was a little fun. ”

This is Lance's desperate gamble, he doesn't know if the group of thugs in front of him sells big/hemp or not, maybe they are just small characters who steal and abduct, maybe they are more keen on direct robbery...... But it was the only chance Lance had after his painstaking management, showing that they were not only harmless, but also came with a deal. Even if this group of thugs is not directly related to the big one, but the drug / product trade in the City of God has been repeatedly banned, and it is in the hands of a few ** bigwigs - the little gangsters don't look at Lance's face, but also on the face of the ** bigwigs, and he doesn't dare to stop this deal.

In a short period of time, Lance's brain was running to the limit, and this was his last bet, and the one that resolved all crises.

Lance smiled harmlessly, "You know, it's a time of year when Americans come on vacation. After saying that, Lance gave the other party a meaningful look, as if to say: This is a big market, I am the trader, if the goods here satisfy me, then the next transactions will be endless.

Such a big business, the thugs would never dare to stop it.

But the problem is that Lance only hinted, not said directly, this qiē is just a guess of the gangsters, this is the back road left by Lance for himself, to avoid forcing back the little ghost and finding the ghost king.

Sure enough, Lance saw the young man's eyes flashing in the lead, and his whole body relaxed, and even a smile appeared on his face again, "You should have said it earlier." The young man said with a smile, which was in English, and then the young man stepped forward and patted Lance's arm, "You should have said it at the beginning." ”

Naturally, Lance would not refute the young man's words - they did not give Lance a chance to speak at first, instead, Lance showed a gentlemanly smile and shrugged his shoulders, "So, do you have goods here?" Or should I go ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man shook his head vigorously, "No, I, here, trade with me." The clumsy English made one thing clear, and then he turned back to his companion in Portuguese and shouted, "Where's the big / hemp?" They're here to buy big/hemp! ”

Taking advantage of this gap, Lance hurriedly looked back at Percy and the others, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any cash?" The remaining thirty-five dollars in Lance's pocket were all stolen in the chaos just now, and the three of Percy touched their pockets, and their faces were also blue.

Donald walked up at this point, stood side by side with Lance, and gave Lance a look. When the young man turned around, Donald walked up and whispered in the young man's ear, "It's a little higher than usual, and I'll take the difference in the middle." Lance had already heard this, but he deliberately pretended not to hear it. Lance knew that Donald was further diluting their suspicions.

A black man came to the City of God with four white people for the purpose of buying big/hemp, and this black man was the middleman, which is the most convincing statement. Donald was quick to respond.

The young man smiled with satisfaction, took out a large package of rolled hemp, and handed it to Lance, and then Donald took a few dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into the young man's palm, and then both of them laughed contentedly. The young man beckoned to his friends, "Go!" Then, as if the tide was receding, the group left the house in an instant.

The crowded room became deserted in an instant.