Chapter Five Hundred and Twelve The Local Gang Is so Rude

There are people everywhere on the side of the road in the slum.

The old, middle-aged and young men and women of all colors dress casually, and the appearance of slippers, shorts, and vests is a bit like China many years ago.

The things they sit on under their butts are also varied, with matzas, plastic chairs, and benches.

Some of them chat there, some drink, some eat, and some don't forget to do housework.

There are also many children who gather together to play, and the ball is their most common toy.

Even if there is only a small flat area, a few children can have a good time around a ball there.

Soccer Kingdom! Luke sighed in his heart and moved on.

To be honest, this place is not much worse than the slums in Los Angeles, and everyone is in a messy environment.

Under the viaducts in Los Angeles, there must be people pulling plastic sheds by themselves. There are also many people sleeping on the side of the road in the bustling area. At least there are houses here.

Without money, there are slums everywhere.

Luke quickly walked into a winding alley.

This kind of alley is about one meter wide, enough for two people to pass by.

It twists and extends back and forth in the rooms of the buildings, and the walls of the buildings are very close on both sides, making the space extremely narrow and cramped.

Luke walked into the alley for a few dozen meters, and quietly stuck his head out in front of him and behind him, on the building and in the window.

On the road in front of him, four or five young people also walked out.

These young people looked unruly, their clothes were disheveled, and the leader was even shirtless.

But almost all of them had guns in their hands, and on the roof a little further away, there were a few with rifles.

None of them said a word, they just surrounded him silently, 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 happily: "Yes, that's why I came to you."

The shirtless youth looked at him suspiciously.

Luke had already put on a little make-up, sunglasses and a big beard, which made him look less tender, but his temperament was 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 at random: "This is the deposit. Whether you can help me or not, this money is yours."

The eyes of a group of people around them turned green following the banknotes.

The people here are far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people. Several people who saw the denomination couldn't help but swallow their saliva - it was a $100 dollar knife.

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

Definitely a lot of money for these people.

The shirtless young man subconsciously caught the stack of beautiful knives, and quickly stroked it with his thumb and index finger to make sure that it was not a counterfeit bill, and that the bills inside were all 100 denominations, and his expression became hesitant.

"Wait." He said, holding the stack of beautiful knives and entering the next room.

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

He slowly peeled off the candy wrapper and shoved it into his mouth.

His expression was calm and composed, and the group of people around him who were staring at him felt strange in their hearts.

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

He felt a line of sight not far away, it was a relatively young young man.

Fourteen or fifteen years old, or a boy, licking his lips.

Luke grinned: "You want to eat too?"

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

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

The big boy could not help but catch the flying lollipop.

The group of people with strange expressions around them had nothing to say about it.

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

Of course, waiting for this very manly guy to die, or how tragically he died, is another matter.

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

The surrounding people quietly disappeared into the house next door.

Only two young men pointed guns at him, one led the way, the other took his backpack and motioned him to follow the man in front.

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

There was also some food and candy in the small backpack, and nothing else.

Before he entered here, everything was put into the storage space, and the small backpack was a hidden prop.

The reason why the other party only took the small bag and did not search his body was because he was wearing a tight-fitting vest and a long-sleeved thin shirt, and a pair of thin sweatpants as well.

Not to mention the hidden firearms in this dress, even the knife will highlight the shape.

The path went around a few turns, turned into an extremely narrow yard, and went up the small, steep stairs on the side to a sheltered platform.

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

In addition to the lack of beautiful women and beaches, and the unpleasant smell, this place is also considered comfortable.

A middle-aged man with various patterns on his body was sitting on a beach chair, and behind him were two strong men with rifles.

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

"What do you want?" the middle-aged man with tattoos asked unceremoniously.

Luke: "Inquire about someone."

Tattooed middle-aged: "Who?"

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

The tattooed middle-aged raised his brows, took a look at the photo on the small table, and narrowed his eyes: "I have never seen this person."

Luke snorted: "Then excuse me, farewell."

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

"You don't seem to know where this place is or who I am!" The middle-aged tattooed man stood up with an M1911 pistol in his hand: "Now, hand over your money, credit card, and password."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "Is this... a robbery?"

The middle-aged man with a tattoo grinned: "No, this is tuition. Let you learn how to live well in Rio."

Luke tilted his head and pondered: "That is, you're not going to kill me?"

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

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

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