There are people everywhere on the roadside in the slums.
Men and women of all colors, old, middle-aged and young, dressed casually, and their slippers, shorts, and big vests looked a bit like China many years ago.
There are all kinds of things under their buttocks, Maza, plastic chairs, and benches.
Some of them chatted there, some drank, some ate, and some did not 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, several children can have fun around a ball there.
Football kingdom ah! Luke sighed in his heart and moved on.
If you really want to say, this place is actually not much worse than the slums in Los Angeles. The dirty and messy environment is the same for everyone.
Under the viaduct in Los Angeles, someone must be pulling the plastic sheet shed by himself, and there are many people sleeping on the side of the main road in the bustling area, at least there are houses here.
Without money, there are slums everywhere.
Luke quickly walked into a winding and twisting alley.
This kind of alley is only about one meter wide, enough for two people to pass by.
It twists and stretches back and forth in the rooms of each building, and the two sides are very close to the building walls, making the space extremely narrow and cramped.
Luke walked into the alley for tens of meters, and heads were quietly poked out one by one from the front and back, on the buildings and in the windows.
On the road in front of him, four or five young people also came out.
These young people looked unruly and disheveled, and the leader was even shirtless.
But almost all of them held guns in their hands, and on the roof a little further away, there were a few holding rifles.
None of them said anything, 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 the police."
Luke smiled even more happily: "Yes, that's why I came to you."
The shirtless youth looked at him suspiciously.
Luke has put on a little makeup, sunglasses and a big beard, making 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 over casually: "This is a deposit. Whether you can help me or not, this money belongs to you."
The eyes of the surrounding group of people 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 swallowing. It was a $100 denomination knife.
If there are all this stack, it will cost at least 10,000 US dollars.
Definitely a lot of money for these guys.
The shirtless young man subconsciously caught the stack of dollars, and quickly ran it over with his thumb and index finger to make sure that it was not a counterfeit bill, and that the bills inside were all in denominations of 100, and his expression became hesitant.
"Wait." He said, and entered the next room with the stack of beautiful knives.
Luke was not in a hurry, and casually took out of his small backpack, and a chocolate cream lollipop appeared in his hand.
He unhurriedly peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth.
His expression was calm and composed, which made a group of people staring at him feel strange.
Surrounded by dozens of gunmen, a person who can still be so calm is either crazy or confident.
He felt a line of sight not far away, it was a relatively small young man.
At the age of fourteen or fifteen, you can also say that he is still a boy, and he is licking his lips.
Luke grinned: "You want to eat too?"
The half-grown boy nodded subconsciously, but immediately realized something was wrong, and shook his head quickly.
Luke chuckled, took out another lollipop from his small backpack, and threw it over: "What are you afraid of? Can men not eat candy?"
The big boy couldn't help catching the lollipop that came flying.
The group of people with strange faces around them had nothing to say about it.
Isn't there a guy in front of him, surrounded by dozens of guns, still eating sweets calmly? Who dares to say that he is not a man!
Of course, whether this very manly guy will die or not, or how miserable his death is, 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 heads of the surrounding people quietly disappeared into the neighboring houses again.
There were only two young men with guns pointed at him, one leading the way, and the other took his backpack and motioned him to follow the people in front.
Luke didn't care, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and followed.
There was only some food and candy in the small backpack, nothing else.
Before he entered here, he put all his things into the storage space, and the small backpack was a prop to deceive people.
The reason why the other party only took the small bag and didn't search him was because his upper body was a vest and a long-sleeved thin shirt, and underneath was a pair of also very light sports pants.
Not to mention hiding the firearms in this clothes, even the knife will highlight the shape.
After going around a few bends from that path, I turned into an extremely narrow yard, and went up the small and steep stairs on the side to a platform with a shed.
The environment here is still very ordinary, but there is beer, food, and refreshing sea breeze.
In addition to the absence of beauties, beaches, and unpleasant smells, this place is also considered comfortable.
A middle-aged man with various patterns tattooed on his body was sitting on a beach chair, behind him were two strong men holding 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 tattooed middle-aged man asked bluntly.
Luke: "Ask someone."
Tattooed Middle Age: "Who?"
Luke took out a photo from his shirt pocket and 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 frowned, took a look at the photo on the small table, and narrowed his eyes: "I haven't seen this person before."
Luke snorted: "Then excuse me, goodbye."
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 is, and you don't know who I am!" The tattooed middle-aged man stood up, with an extra m1911 pistol in his hand: "Now, hand over your money, credit card, and password."
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Is this... robbery?"
The middle-aged man with the tattoo grinned grimly: "No, this is the tuition fee. Let you learn how to live well in Rio."
Luke tilted his head in thought: "That is to say, you don't intend to kill me?"
The middle-aged man with the tattoo didn't answer, but just gestured, and two young men came up behind Luke, trying to grab his hands.
Luke sighed: "If you have money, you don't want to earn it. You have to rob it. The local gangs are so useless and polite!"
While speaking, he stepped forward and walked towards the tattooed middle-aged man a few meters away.