Chapter 987 Coca Leaves From Hometown

My name is Dikawa, and I never thought I would become a real gangster.

In Brazil, I was just a little guy who grew up in a slum, from a poor family.

My father was a killer who specialized in murder in the favelas of Rio.

Yes, he is a killer. In Rio, many times, those dynamic civil society groups are unable to handle some things. For example, it is stipulated that someone can only sell Coca-Cola products, but he insists on crossing the line to sell Pepsi products. This is a very serious behavior.

Because in the slums of Rio, all order here is not established by the government, but by these dynamic civil society organizations.

They stipulate that Sadie's store can only sell products under the Coca-Cola Company, including Coca-Cola, Sprite, Fanta, Eye-catching and other brands. Then he can't cross the line and can only sell these products.

The Peron store next door to him was allowed to sell Pepsi products, such as Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Hedy, and Mirinda.

It is said that there is no rule without rules. In the slums, vigorous civil society organizations have to abide by these rules. This is to prevent malicious competition. Well, that's what my dad told me anyway.

It's like our family has to go to Mrs. Babel's store to buy gas. Because she is the only gas seller in our area who has been approved by the society.

There must be rules in everything, this is what the club bosses said.

And once someone violates these agreements and rules, then my father will be dispatched, and he will kill the hands of those who do not obey the rules.

Simply put, chop off their hands.

I am very proud of my father, because he was a proud and ruthless killer. This makes me also follow the light on the face. I was the prettiest kid in school.

Unfortunately, although he is a ruthless killer. But there is still no way to officially join the club. Because the association said that they have a lot of killers, there is no need to expand.

So my father spent his entire life as a non-staff member of the association, and had no way to get a formal establishment. He was depressed because of this, and he could only live by smoking cocaine every day.

In order to fulfill my father's ideal, but also to make myself a member of the society admired by thousands of people. I kept working hard and struggling, and finally, four years ago, I awakened my abilities.

Some people say that I only joined the club by awakening my abilities. But I think they are farting, because so many people don't have awakening powers, why am I awakened? I don't believe it's luck. It must be because of my hard work that God was moved by me. He decided that I was going to start a big business.

I still remember the way my father had tears in his eyes when I was admitted to the club that day. He waved his arms excitedly and shouted: "My children are promising!"

Then in the evening he gave a great banquet and invited the neighbors to celebrate. Celebrating me as an official club member. It was a rich buffet, offering a variety of beer barbecues, as well as cocaine self-organized meals.

Probably because my father was so happy. He is so proud of me. So no punches at the buffet.

As a result, he convulsed all over because of excessive smoking, and finally returned to the kingdom of heaven in the convulsions. He went to heaven in bliss, with a gratified smile on his face.

But I was not sad, and my neighbors and relatives also came to comfort me: "That's right, your father has lived to the age of forty! It is difficult for a killer here to live past thirty-five years old." Years old. He earned five years of his life in vain. This is not sadness, but joy and mourning!"

I think what these relatives and friends say makes sense, which is really a happy thing.

My father lived to be forty years old, which is a happy funeral.

So I took the settlement allowance from the association and invited a foreign professional team. They wore black dresses, played professional music, danced and walked, and carried my father's coffin to the burial.

That was the highlight moment of my father's life.

But now, I, the child who made him proud, after continuous experience, I finally became the right-hand man of the club's big boss Jang Geun-suk.

Right now, I'm helping him with a secret mission.

Now I am on an oriental fishing boat, heading towards China. At present, we are still sailing on the high seas. This fishing boat named Umi no Maru is a bit small, only 300 tons. Sailing on the sea is a bit dangerous. Driving in the dark sea, looking at the dark sea ahead, makes people feel a little scared.

"Yo, Sakadi. What are you looking at?" Suzuki Tadashi, an oriental man, came to my side.

"I'm observing the dark sea. Look, does this dark sea look like a giant beast, and then swallow us up?"

Suzuki Tadao laughed out loud at my question.

"Hahahaha, I know what you are afraid of. In this dark sea, our fishing boat didn't even turn on the lights, and we used supernatural powers to block the perception and existence of the entire fishing boat. It's kind of scary. But don't worry, it's going to be fine."

Suzuki Tadashi said with a smile: "We have taken this route many times.

I nodded, but I was still a little puzzled: "Wouldn't this be very dangerous? In this dark night, we can see everything, and the other party can't see us. If a 10,000-ton cruise ship comes over, we will die under the sea .”

"Don't worry, we have traveled this route many times, and there will be no problems. There are no big ships on this route." Suzuki Tadashi's words reassured me slightly.

"Ah, Suzuki-kun. Is the light in the distance a normal sight on the route? Ah~ it's so beautiful, it's like thousands of long swords flying over, you see, there are also sparks and lightning. Too much It's beautiful!" I noticed that a beautiful firework suddenly exploded in the direction we were driving.

I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and couldn't extricate myself. When I turned my head to look at Suzuki Tadashi, I saw his face was pale and he was still babbling in Japanese.

And the sparks are getting bigger and bigger...

I can already feel the heat and sharpness of them when they are within reach. Ah, so warm, it reminds me of the professional team at my father's funeral. It is said that they have become international celebrities now. I don't know if my child can afford such a professional team for me in the future.

Out of nowhere, I suddenly remembered a few coca leaves I planted in my garden.

"I don't know if the coca leaves in my hometown are yet to be harvested. I suddenly want to roll a coca leaf and have a good time..."

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One kilometer away, Tiantian came to look at the sword in his hand, and he muttered to himself: "The wind and waves are really strong tonight, and this trick of Wanjian Guizong was actually blocked by the rolled up waves. It didn't work. , it seems that we can only use a little force."

After all, during the daytime, when he came to concentrate and calm down, a sense of grandeur rose from his body, and the flying swords under his feet were divided into two, two into four, and then continued to split, eventually splitting into thousands of flying swords.

During the daytime, Lai Lai pinched the sword formula and pointed forward, using 12 points of skill: "Wan Jian returns to the sect!"