The roadside of the slum was full of people.

Men and women of all colors dressed casually, slippers, shorts, and big vests looked a bit like China many years ago.

They also have all kinds of things to sit under their buttocks, mazahs, plastic chairs, benches, all sorts of things.

Some of them chatted, some drank, some ate, and some did not forget to do housework.

There are also many children who gather together to play, and balls are their most common toys.

Even if it's just a small piece of flat land, a few kids can have a lot of fun around a ball.

The kingdom of football! Luke sighed and moved on.

If you really want to say it, it's not much worse than the slums of Los Angeles, and the environment is dirty and messy.

There must be people pulling their own plastic sheeting sheds under the viaducts in Los Angeles, and there are many people sleeping on the side of the road in the downtown area, and there are at least houses here.

There is no money, and everywhere is a slum.

Luke soon walked into a winding alley.

This kind of alley is about a meter wide, enough for two people to cross shoulder to shoulder.

It twists and stretches back and forth from building to room, and the walls of the building are close to each other, making the space extremely cramped.

Luke walked into the alley for dozens of meters, and quietly poked his head out of front and behind him, on the building and in the window.

On the road ahead of him, four or five young people also came out.

These young men were unruly and disheveled, and the leaders were even shirtless.

But almost all of them had guns in their hands, and a few more on the roofs a little further away were holding rifles.

No one said anything, but silently surrounded him, as if they wanted to wait for him to speak.

Luke grinned, "I want to find someone." ”

The shirtless youth looked at him: "We are not police. ”

Luke smiled even more, "Yes, that's why I'm here for you." ”

The shirtless young man looked at him suspiciously.

Luke has already made up a little bit of makeup, sunglasses and a big beard, which makes him look less tender, but his temperament is still completely different from these people.

He smiled and slowly pulled out a stack of green banknotes from the small backpack behind him and threw it casually: "This is the deposit." Whether you can help me or not, the money is yours. ”

The eyes of the surrounding group of people turned green with the banknotes.

The people here are far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people, and several people who can see the denomination can't help but swallow their saliva - it is a 100-denomination American knife.

If this stack is all, it will be at least 10,000 US dollars.

Definitely a lot of money for these people.

The shirtless young man subconsciously caught the stack of American knives, and quickly ran through it with his thumb and forefinger to make sure that it was not a counterfeit banknote, and the banknotes in it were all in a hundred denominations, and his face became hesitant.

"You wait." As he spoke, he took the stack of knives and entered the room next to him.

Luke was not in a hurry, and casually took it out of his small backpack, and a chocolate cream lollipop appeared in his hand.

Unhurriedly, he peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.

His expression was calm, and he could see that the group of people around him who were staring at him were strange in their hearts.

Surrounded by dozens of gunmen, a person who can still be so calm is either neurotic or confident.

He felt a gaze not far away, a relatively small young man.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it can also be said that he is still a boy, licking his lips.

Luke grinned, "You want to eat too?" ”

The half-grown boy nodded subconsciously, but immediately noticed that something was wrong, and quickly shook his head.

Luke chuckled, took another lollipop out of his small backpack, and threw it over: "What are you afraid of?" Can't men eat sugar? ”

The big boy couldn't help but catch the lollipop flying.

The group of people around who were originally strange-looking had nothing to say about it.

Isn't there a guy in front of you, surrounded by dozens of guns, still calmly eating candy? Who dares to say that he is not a man!

Of course, whether this very manly guy dies or how miserably he dies is another matter.

In less than five minutes, the shirtless young man appeared from another rooftop and gestured to the people below: "Take him up." ”

The surrounding heads quietly disappeared into the houses on the side.

Only two young men pointed their guns at him, one leading the way, the other taking his backpack while motioning for him to follow the man in front.

Luke didn't care, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed.

The little backpack contained some food and candy, and nothing else.

Before he came in, everything was in the storage space, and the little backpack was a prop to hide his eyes.

The reason why the other party only took the small bag and did not search his body was because he wore a close-fitting vest and a long-sleeved thin shirt on the upper body, and a pair of also light and thin sweatpants underneath.

Not to mention hiding a firearm, this dress will even highlight the shape of the knife.

After a few bends in the path, it turned into an extremely narrow yard, and from the side of the small, steep staircase came to a covered platform.

It's still a very ordinary environment, but there is beer, food, and a refreshing sea breeze.

In addition to the fact that there are no beautiful women, no beach, and the smell is unpleasant, it is also comfortable.

A middle-aged man with various patterns tattooed on half of his body sits on a beach chair, and behind him are two strong men armed with rifles.

The shirtless young man who called Luke over, and the two young men who escorted him, stood behind Luke, also holding a gun in their hands.

"What do you want?" The tattooed middle-aged man asked unceremoniously.

Luke: "Ask someone. ”

Tattooed middle-aged: "Who?" ”

Luke took out a photo from his shirt pocket and casually threw it on the small table in front of the tattooed middle-aged man: "Lisa Feng." A Mexican female doctor. ”

The tattooed middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, took the photo on the small table and looked at it, and squinted: "I haven't seen this person." ”

Luke sighed, "Then excuse me, farewell." ”

As soon as the tattooed middle-aged man raised his hand, the guns of several people around him pointed at Luke.

"You don't seem to know what this place is, and you don't know who I am!" The tattooed middle-aged man stood up with an M1911 pistol in his hand: "Now, hand over the money, credit cards, and passwords on your body." ”

Luke raised an eyebrow: "This is ...... Robbery? ”

The tattooed middle-aged man laughed cruelly: "No, this is tuition." Learn how to survive in Rio. ”

Luke tilted his head in thought: "That is, you don't plan to kill me?" ”

The tattooed middle-aged man didn't answer, just gestured, and two young men came up behind Luke, trying to grab his hands.

Luke sighed: "If you have money, you don't have to make it, you have to rob it." The local gang is so rude! ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked towards the tattooed middle-aged man a few meters away.

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