The hotel they stayed at was called Frisida, and the name sounded strange, but because it was a transliteration of Spanish, which translates to happiness.

This hotel has no star ratings, it is located at the junction of the downtown area and the city, but the environment is not bad at all, and more importantly, the prices here are very cheap, and tourists who visit Rio choose to stay here. Of course, there are many more of these hotels nearby, and the management is relatively loose, as long as you show your passport, they will let you stay regardless of whether it is real or not. So, they chose this place.

Told Su Qingwu to lock the door, Yan Murong followed the little snake to Yang Duo and the silver fox's room, and the old man also came, just standing on the balcony, looking at the rain curtain outside, I don't know what he was thinking, Yan Murong didn't care about him, anyway, this old man always likes to pretend to be so deep.

As soon as he saw this scene, Yan Murong felt the urge to laugh. He still remembers that when he was in the mountains, there was a time when it was also raining, and the rain was very heavy, so heavy that it rained outside, and it rained lightly in the house. Just when Yan Murong thought that the old man was going to make a poem with the rain scene, the old man sighed - hey, the rain is so heavy.

"I've checked the room and it's safe." Yang Duo looked at Hu Mu sitting on the sofa and said, and then dragged out two large boxes wrapped in green canvas from under the bed.

"Hehe, it's all good stuff, and it cost a lot of money." Rohan leaned over and smiled.

"Everything?" Yang Duo asked.

"It can't be all more." Rohan patted his chest in reassurance. "Don't you look at who I am, I'm an arhat, can't you still do this little thing? Besides, where is this? This is Rio, it's legal to own a gun, isn't it easy to get some guns? ”

Indeed, it's all too easy to get some guns here. There are only 200 million people in Brazil, and there are more than 7 million legal guns, plus the police and the judiciary, and those black guns, which have long exceeded 20 million. That is, on average, for every ten people, one of them has a gun on them. Although it is not like some ** countries in Africa, all men and women, young and old, are soldiers, but it is not guaranteed that a child will take out a gun from his crotch.

As he spoke, Rohan opened the two large boxes.

He didn't brag, the box was full of good stuff.

There are all kinds of pistol magazines, a complete set of field equipment, two large-caliber Barrett sniper rifles are there, and what is even more surprising is that there is a box of grenades and a box of anti-infantry mines.

"Damn, is this going to fight a world war?" Yan Murong couldn't help but exclaim.

"World war?" Rohan laughed. "It's not enough to fight a world war, but it's more than enough to fight a local war."

As he spoke, he picked up a sniper rifle, skillfully disassembled it, and then put it on, loaded the empty gun, and pulled the trigger again, and then nodded with satisfaction. "Yes, these black guys are still quite real, although the price is a little expensive, but the things are good."

As he spoke, he picked up another mine, looked at it, and threw it directly to the goshawk, looking at Yan Murong's heart was shocked.

Damn, that's a mine, you think it's a potato? I just threw it away, what should I do if it blew up? Thinking about the box of mines dragged out from under the bed just now, Yan Murong was even more in a cold sweat. If the bed collapses, people will not be allowed to go straight to the top floor?

“M18A1？” The goshawk caught the mine and couldn't help but speak. "Damn, where did you get this thing? This group of arms sellers is good enough, can you find this kind of old antique? If I'm not mistaken, this is the one from the Vietnam War? ”

"You read that right? You couldn't be more wrong. Rohan laughed. Goshawk, didn't I say you, at your level, you still dare to claim to be a mechanical expert? Can you use antiques from the Vietnam War? This is a Hungarian imitation of IHR60. ”

"I'm a mechanical expert, not a mine expert." Goshawk threw the mine back and said in defense.

"Alright, get your own weapon." Luo Han didn't say much to him, smiled and said. "There is only one box of grenades, twelve, one for each person, and the extra four will be handed over to our mechanical experts to make booby mines, and by the way, pick a suitable piece of equipment."

Soon, everyone picked out their weapons. Yan Murong would not refuse, he would not have a long memory after eating so many losses, so he would just find a piece of tofu and kill him.

He picked only two pistols and a couple of magazines, and as for the mines, he didn't move. Yan Murong is very self-aware, let him play with silver needles, play with mines? Damn, he doesn't know which side is the front, if he doesn't play well and blows himself up, how embarrassing is it?

"Don't you, old man?" Yan Murong then remembered that the old man hadn't taken a weapon yet, and looked at him and asked.

"I don't need to." The old man shook his head, not even glancing at the weapons. "My sword is faster than a gun."

Damn, this old man is getting more and more able to pretend, Yan Murong despised the old man fiercely in his heart.

Since the old man didn't want it, he didn't ask for it anymore, turned his head to look at Yang Duo and asked. "When are we leaving?"

"Hu Mu said tonight." Yang Duo said.

"Tonight?" Yan Murong looked down the window. "It's raining outside, why don't you wait for the rain to stop?"

"It's the rainy season, and it's going to rain for the next week." Yang Duo said funny. "You're waiting?"

"Can't wait." Yan Murong shook his head.

"That's fine." Yang Duo said. "There are three tropical jungles near Rio, and although there is no way to mobilize satellites, Hawkeye has ruled out two of them."

"Are you sure?" Yan Murong turned his head and looked at Hawkeye who was fiddling with the computer and asked.

"Not sure." Hawkeye pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and grinned, with a hint of shyness.

He is already young, and with this outfit and glasses, he looks like a college student who has come to travel, who would have thought that he was a battle-hardened warrior?

"I can only use the method of elimination." Hawkeye explained. "Of the three tropical jungles, two of which are tourist attractions, and only one, which I asked the owner of the hotel, is that there are many swamps, and there are many large and ferocious beasts, and the deeper you go, the more dangerous it becomes, even explorers will not go."

"Beasts?" Listening to Eagle Eye's words, the corners of Yan Murong's mouth curled, and a ball of light erupted in his eyes. "The beast is good, the more ferocious the better—I haven't dealt with a beast in a long time."