Chapter 512

The roadside of the common people's cave is full of people.

Old and middle-aged men and women wear casually, slippers, shorts and vests look a bit like China many years ago.

There are various things sitting under their buttocks, such as horse ties, plastic chairs and benches.

Some of them chat, some drink, some eat, some do not forget to do housework.

There are many children gathered together to play. The ball is their most common toy.

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

The kingdom of football! Luke sighed and went on.

To be honest, it's not much worse than the slums in Los Angeles. It's a mess.

Under the viaduct in Los Angeles, there must be someone holding a plastic shed on their own. There are many people sleeping on the side of the road in busy areas. At least there are houses here.

No money. It's slums everywhere.

Luke soon entered a winding lane.

This kind of alley is about one meter wide, enough for two people to cross by the wrong shoulder.

It twists and stretches back and forth in one building. The close building walls on both sides make the space extremely narrow.

Luke walked into the alley for tens of meters. Behind him, on the building and in the window, he quietly showed his head one by one.

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

These young people are rebellious, disheveled and even shirtless.

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

They had no one to say anything, but surrounded him in silence, as if they wanted to wait for him to say something.

Luke grinned. "I want someone."

The shirtless youth looked at him: "we are not policemen."

Luke laughed more happily. "Yes, that's why I came to you."

The shirtless youth looked at him suspiciously.

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

He smiled and slowly pulled out a stack of green bills from the small backpack behind him and threw them at him: "this is the deposit. Whether you can help me or not, the money is yours. "

The eyes of a group of people around grew green with the money.

People here are far more sensitive to money than ordinary people. Several people who can see the face can't help swallowing their saliva - it's a hundred face knife.

This pile should be at least ten thousand dollars.

It's definitely a lot of money for these people.

The shirtless young man subconsciously catches the pile of beautiful knife, quickly strokes it with his thumb and index finger, and makes sure that it is not a fake bill, and the bills in it are all 100 denominations, and his face is hesitant.

"You wait." He said, taking the pile of beautiful knives and entering the next room.

Luke was not in a hurry either. He took out a chocolate cream lollipop in his backpack.

He slowly peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

He looked so calm that a group of people around him stared at him strangely.

Surrounded by dozens of gunmen, people who can still be so calm are either insane or confident.

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

At the age of 14 or 15, he is still a boy, licking his lips.

Luke grinned, "do you want to eat, too?"

The half boy nodded subconsciously, but immediately realized that it was not right, and then quickly shook his head.

Luke chuckled, took another lollipop out of his backpack and threw it: "what are you afraid of? Can't a man eat sugar? "

The big boy couldn't help catching the flying lollipop.

There was nothing to say about the strange looking people around.

Isn't there a guy in front of you, surrounded by dozens of guns, still calm to eat sugar? Who dare say he is not a man!

Of course, it's another thing to wait for this man to die or how miserable he died.

Within five minutes, the shirtless young man reappeared from another roof, gesturing to the following: "bring him up."

Only then did the heads around him slip into the houses on the side.

There were only two young men with guns in their hands, one leading the way, the other holding his backpack and signaling him to keep up with the people in front.

Luke didn't care. He put his hands in his trouser pocket and followed.

There are some food and sweets in the backpack, and nothing else.

Before he came here, all the things were put into the storage space, and the small backpack was a blinding prop.

The reason why the other party only took away the bag but didn't search his body was that his upper body was a close fitting vest plus a long sleeved thin shirt, and below was a close fitting sports pants which was also very light.Don't hide the guns in this dress. Even a knife will show its shape.

From that path around a few turns, into a very narrow yard, from the side of the small and steep stairs up, to a platform with shed.

The environment here is still very ordinary, but there are beer, food, and fresh sea breeze.

Besides no beauties, no beach, and bad smell, it's also comfortable here.

A middle-aged man with various patterns on his body sat on a beach chair. Behind him were two strong men with rifles.

The shirtless young man who asked Luke to come, and the two young men who took him, stood behind Luke with the same gun in their hands.

"What do you want?" Asked the middle-aged tattoo rudely.

Luke: ask someone

Tattoo middle-aged: "who?"

Luke took a picture out of his shirt pocket and threw it on the small table in front of the middle-aged tattoo: "Lisa Feng. A Mexican woman doctor. "

The middle-aged tattoo eyebrows a pick, took the picture on the small table looked, squinting: "never seen this person."

Luke said, "please excuse me. Goodbye."

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

"You don't seem to know where it is or who I am!" The middle-aged tattoo stood up and had an M1911 pistol in his hand: "now, hand over your money, credit card and password."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "this is Robbery? "

The middle-aged tattoo grinned: "no, it's tuition. Let you learn how to live in Rio. "

Luke tilted his head and thought, "that is to say, you are not going to kill me?"

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

Luke sighed: "if you don't earn money, you have to rob. It's rude to be a local gang! "

As he spoke, he stepped forward to the middle-aged tattoo a few meters away.