Rich South America, the beautiful and charming city of God.

In Rio in December, even though the sun has gone in the west, the time is just as hot and dry as the night begins.

In the southwestern corner of Rio's bustling downtown area is one of the many slums in the city of God, as locals like to call it 'Dre Urhahh', which is said to be the name of the Dutch-born mob boss who first established 'order' here more than 90 years ago.

Yes, in Rio, especially in the slums that dot Rio, the authority and voice of the government and even the military and police are far inferior to those of some gang bosses, for no other reason than because they have people, guns, and territory.

The only fresh food warehouse in 'Dre Urhahh', the Igor Fishery, is not quiet today as usual because of the fall of night.

On the contrary, the entire fresh warehouse is still a busy scene.

Hundreds of stout young men in foul coats go back and forth between the warehouses and the several seafood trucks parked in front of the warehouse, constantly carrying boxes of foam boxes full of various marine fish to the fresh warehouse.

This seemingly ordinary labor scene is not as simple as it seems.

Because at this time, outside the fresh food warehouse, dozens of people holding AK and Uzi, their arms and bodies were tattooed with all kinds of evil tattoos of unknown meaning, and a young man who looked more fierce and tyrannical than the other was shouting loudly to tell the slum residents passing by to get out of the way.

Occasionally, I see some slightly beautiful young women passing by, they are either whistling, or they are flirting with filthy words, if it doesn't seem to have some scruples, just looking at the *** smile on the faces of these people, they may have surrounded and forced themselves to make an appointment with those young women passing by.

Although Brazil does not ban guns, it does not mean that everyone can get them, especially in the case of these young and strong men, many of whom are banned from selling to the private market by various countries to sell powerful large-caliber automatic rifles.

Linked to this is a slum in Rio, and the identities of these people can be imagined.

They are from the 'Tigers of Merseta', members of the largest gang that controls the ghetto known as 'Dre Urhahh'.

In the fresh warehouse, the red-nosed Kiki has a hand-rolled cigar with ingredients in his mouth, but his eyes are as fierce as that of a hungry wolf.

Dozens of heavily armed men, who looked to be more equipped than those stationed outside the warehouse, were alertly distributed around the fresh warehouse.

Kiki, on the other hand, was sitting on a couch with a brown-skinned, unusually hot and sexy young girl in his arms, and his left hand, which was wearing three thick gold rings set with blue and green gems each, was wickedly reaching into the hot bra of the stunner in his arms, kneading the two plump balls of flesh below, and then spitting out a thick column of smoke from his mouth.

"How's this shipment? Sosaby, what do you think of that Frenchman? ”

The red nose looks more conspicuous than usual under the light in the fresh warehouse.

Kiki wantonly kneaded the sensitive part of the sexy Brazilian girl in his arms who was blushing but did not dare to resist, and stared directly at a fat black man who was standing respectfully in front of him with fierce eyes like hungry wolves.

The fat black man, whom he called 'Sosabi,' was now holding a packet of white powder with a strong fishy smell in his hand, and his eyes were full of greed.

"No problem, boss. The Frenchman was very cautious, and the man I sent to inquire about his identity was either missing or knocked unconscious and left on the side of the road, for fear of affecting the transaction, so I had to stop and not continue to investigate. However, the deal was very successful, the French did not play tricks, and after the deal was over, let me bring you a message that he had not only white goods but also arms, and that he could do whatever he wanted. If we want to buy, the same standard! ”

Swallowing in his throat, Sosabi pulled a saber from his waist and stabbed it at the packet of white powder he was holding.

Poof!

With an invisible, soft sound, he pulled out the saber that had been stained with a lot of white powder and licked it, and his face immediately showed a hearty and comfortable expression.

"With such a high purity, I don't know where they got it." As he spoke, he handed the packet of white powder in his hand to the red-nosed kikiki.

Kiki flicked the ash off his cigar before letting go of the sexy stunner he was holding in his arms and patting her buttocks for her to go aside.

After the sexy stunner left, he put the cigar on the foam box next to it that should have contained seafood, took the packet of white powder in his right hand and took it to his front and sniffed it first, then used his left hand to pinch a small pinch of white foam and put it in his mouth and licked it, his eyes immediately narrowed.

"Good thing, is it that such a pure French guy was shipped from Mexico?"

Gangsters have never been separated from pornography, gambling, and drugs, not to mention that this is also the City of God, one of the largest cities in South America.

The same is true of the 'Mercedes Tigers' controlled by Kitchen, who are involved in pornography, gambling, and drugs, especially drugs, and the Tigers control nearly one-fifth of Rio's drug supply.

In recent years, it has risen from the humble and remote slum of 'Dre Urhahh' in Rio to the huge size of nearly 1,000 people today, and Kichi naturally has some small secrets.

For example, it was because he accidentally rescued a Colombian drug lord more than a decade ago that he mastered a stable supply channel, and Kicchi and his Tigers were able to rise from this humble slum to now become one of the biggest forces in Rio.

With a sneeze, Kiki couldn't help but rub the red nose he cared about the most, and casually put the bag of white goods on the foam box next to him.

"Arms? Cheap munitions? ”

He couldn't help but sneer, "Even if they dare to sell planes, artillery, and tanks to us?" What's the use of what we buy? Overthrow the government? ”

Sosabi couldn't help but laugh like him, for these gangsters, the successive Brazilian governments in recent decades are simply not satisfactory, although occasionally some politicians who try to reform come out, but in the face of Brazil's high-level corruption/corruption, political strife and infighting that has lasted for nearly half a century, it can only be a drop in the bucket.

Such a government could not be better, with no money and no energy to manage the power of the gangs, and the gangs even dared to jump out to rob and extort money during the recent Olympic Games.

Arouse!

The police in Rio even had to politely ask Kicki to restrain their subordinates!

Such a government could not be better!

Kicki quickly picked up the cigar again, took a hard puff, squinted and gently lit it, "God bless Brazil, and bless us." Sosabi, you go back and tell the French, I'm happy with this shipment. We don't need arms, but if the price of his white goods is always 30% lower than the market price, tell him how much I want! ”