The town of Chiades.

It is a small town located in the north of Brazil, bordering Venezuela and Guyana.

It is said to be a small town, but like all populous countries, the actual population of Chiades is a staggering 310,000.

Of course.

In this "lawless place", even the great poison ~ Orireano, who actually controls Chiades and the surrounding area of thousands of square kilometers. It's also impossible to really count the number of people living in this filthy city and the endless rainforest that surrounds it.

This is Chiades.

A rainforest city located in the interior of Brazil, but in fact it is almost completely in a state of "drug ~ tyrant separation".

And places like the town of Chiades, not just in Brazil, but also in its neighbors Venezuela, Guyana and French Guiana, Colombia, Peru, Paraguay...... Even as far as Mexico, which is next to the United States, there are many similar "secessionist areas" that are not controlled by the own government.

"Stop!" On the outskirts of Chiades, several cars were stopped on a muddy road with a red clay color.

He was greeted by a soldier in an old green military uniform of an unspeakable country, and the AK47 hanging from his chest was already a little mottled, as if it had been bumped, muddy, and even hammered and beaten intentionally or unintentionally.

The white SUV at the head of the car stopped honestly.

The driver and co-pilot's guide are locals, and they certainly know if they dare to break through...... Then, the AK47-armed soldiers behind the officer will immediately unleash hundreds of bullets at them!

My God!

This isn't a movie – the bullets clinking off the doors and shattering the windows and leaving the passengers safe and sound!

Except for those bullets that missed or were blocked and bounced off by heavy engines and skeletons. Most of the AK47's bullets are enough to pierce those weak sheet metal of the car and then beat the people inside into a pile of rotten meat!

Leaning his head out of the window of the car that had been rolled down, the guide in the co-pilot handed over a pack of cigarettes and a twenty dollar bill with a smile on his face: "Dear Ensign Mold, there is nothing to check in these cars, just curious tourists!" ”

"Tourists?" Ensign Melder took the cigarette and glanced sideways at the convoy behind the SUV.

Three cars, a half-old open-top jeep, a large yellow SUV, and at the back is a tour bus with all the glass in black.

"Uh-huh." Melde snorted undeniably, ignoring the tour guide, who had dealt with him a lot, and walked straight to the car behind.

The guide's face stiffened.

After three days with those employers, he knew very well what would happen when the appearance of those employers was exposed to the eyes of these lawless ruffians!

He immediately pushed the door and got out of the car: "Ensign!" Lieutenant! ”

However, before he could catch up with Melde, several soldiers on the side had already raised their weapons.

These old weapons, which exuded a pungent smell of gun oil in the sun, instantly frightened him and did not dare to stop him anymore.

Melde walked in front of the jeep.

He slung the shoulder strap of his rifle behind his back, but at the same time drew the pistol from the holster at his waist with his right hand.

With some kind of predator-like scrutiny in his eyes, Melde tapped the window with his pistol: "Get out of the car!" ”

The man in the jeep opened the door.

Including the driver who was driving, four middle-aged white men stepped out. Ensign Melder glanced at them casually and stopped paying attention.

In his opinion, these bloated, muscular elderly white tourists, who were more than two hundred years old, were not a threat at all.

He'd seen a lot of this kind of stuff in Brazil — even the least upright thugs on the streets of Rio could snatch their belongings at will, and the bloated and saggy Yankees would only scream for help and complain to the cops who were not in the same league as the gangsters.

'I wonder why the country of these weak, stupid whitemen is so rich?' If I had taken a gun and forced them all to become my slaves! ’

Thinking so, Melde also called off several white men in the yellow SUV.

At last.

He came to the bus.

The dark windows made it difficult for him to see too much inside, so he could only signal the driver to open the door through the door.

Sneer——!

The door slowly opened, and Ensign Mold, who had stepped up the steps, immediately felt a chill.

'Huh? Air conditioning. Melder thought.

Speaking of which.

It's only been a few years since air conditioning really caught on in Chiades.

Because of its remote location, rugged roads, and the government's persistent encirclement and blockade for more than a decade, Chiades has people, guns, and a lot of dollars, but his infrastructure and quality of life have not been high.

Chiades, which has only two old hydroelectric power stations in the mountains, is not yet widely available in the city, let alone a large power gusher for residents to use air conditioners.

So.

Although there is an air conditioner on the wall of Melde's house, it has only been turned on a few times since it was bought.

As for the military trucks and jeeps that they ride on weekdays, under the constraints of many factors, there is no air conditioning function at all for these big soldiers to enjoy.

These Europeans and Americans are really going to enjoy it. Melde didn't get on the train, but just glanced into the carriage and shouted, "Everybody, get off!" ”

Then, he was seduced by the beauty he saw.

……

Elula stood up.

She ignored the expression of the officer with a greedy and ** color on his face, and said to her companions in the seats next to her: "It seems that there is no time to investigate, let's do it directly." ”

"Oh~~~? Is it so sloppy? With a clear voice, a red-haired white teenager stood up from behind the shield of his seat.

Melde suddenly glared: this young man is also amazingly beautiful!

His lips were red and his teeth were white, his face was handsome, and his red hair was not as unkempt as a weed, but exuded an astonishing sheen, which made him look very eye-catching even in the carriage.

Before Melde's fast-running brain could think about how to get the two "stunners" into the hands of several bigwigs in the city without being cut off, another teenager in the carriage stood up.

This time it's a black teenager.

Perhaps because of racial superiority, he looks much taller than the other two peers, not very old, but his height is close to 1.9 meters.

On the broad chest, the two square pectoral muscles can be seen clearly even through the T-shirt.

Although the appearance is not as stunning as the other two, it is also a bit green in the upright and rigid lines, but it is already a feeling of masculinity.

The three got out of the car.