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Zhang Feng walked to the front desk of the hotel, and the front desk staff immediately asked respectfully: "Hello, sir, how can I help you?"
"Is there any fun place nearby? Like a bar or something." Zhang Feng asked.
"Sir, you must go to Sanqu Bar when you come to Rio de Janeiro. It is definitely a good place."
"Thank you so much."
He took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and placed it on the table at the front desk, then turned and walked outside.
There was a taxi waiting at the door of the hotel. Zhang Feng got in directly and said, "Go to Sangqu Bar."
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of the bar. Zhang Feng paid the fare and got off.
As the hotel front desk said, Sangqu Bar looks very luxurious from the outside, with various luxury cars parked at the door.
Groups of young people gathered at the door, talking loudly and cheerfully.
Zhang Feng pulled on his peaked cap and walked towards the main entrance. Just a few steps out, a young man wearing a gray jacket walked over.
Zhang Feng's brows wrinkled slightly.
"Brother, do you need some goods?" The young man said, opening his clothes and spreading out his hands hidden inside. In his palm were small packages of marijuana.
Shaking his head slightly, he walked straight into the bar.
Although marijuana is a soft drug, it also has hallucinogenic effects. Moreover, Zhang Feng had to suppress the headaches and smoked drugs countless times, so marijuana had no effect on him.
The heavy door of the bar opened, and the restless music was deafening. On the dance floor, the hot samba girl twisted her waist crazily, shaking her plump breasts and big butt.
As the body twisted, the clothes on his body became better and better.
Zhang Feng had no intention of appreciating this kind of samba dance.
He's here for business.
He casually found a booth and sat down. He called the waiter with a snap of his fingers. After ordering a beer, he looked around.
After drinking beer slowly for half an hour, Zhang Feng didn't find the target he was looking for, so he stood up and walked outside.
Sharapova and Dai'er were still in the hotel. They were alone, so Zhang Feng was destined to not be able to leave for too long.
When I walked out of the bar, I saw the young man who had just sold me marijuana, standing in the alley, smoking a cigarette with his back against the wall.
With the help of the night, you can see that his expression is a little excited, and the muscles on his body are trembling slightly.
Zhang Feng's lips curled into a sneer. It seemed that this young man not only sold marijuana, but also smoked it himself.
After a slight hesitation, he walked towards him and stood in front of the young man.
The young man was now immersed in the excitement and hallucinations brought by marijuana, and looked up at Zhang Feng with blurred eyes.
He rubbed his neck, poked Zhang Feng's chest with his fingers, and said with trembling lips: "Who the hell are you?"
Zhang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he grabbed his collar with both hands, and with one move, he stood up forcefully and lifted his feet off the ground.
Immediately, he slapped it on the ground.
Snapped.
The young man fell face down to the ground, screaming like a slaughtering pig from his mouth.
Zhang Feng pulled him up from the ground again and clasped his cheek with one hand to prevent him from screaming.
At this moment, the young man's cheeks were all covered with blood, and there was a cut on one side of his nose. His brow bone was also scratched on the ground, and blood was leaking out.
"I don't like nonsense, so listen to me carefully."
Zhang Feng said in a deep voice: "I want to buy a gun! Do you have any connections?"
He ventured out tonight just to buy a gun. You may be staying in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for several days, so you need the necessary weapons for self-defense.
The poker you prepared is just a hidden weapon. It must always be kept in the dark to be effective!
The young man was so thrown that he had woken up from the excitement caused by marijuana. Hearing Zhang Feng's words, he kept nodding.
"It's good to know! I buy what I want, and naturally it's your benefit. If you play any tricks on me, huh, don't blame me for not reminding you now!" Zhang Feng said in a sinister voice.
After saying that, he loosened the hold on the young man's cheek. The latter immediately couldn't relax, but there were two purple-red finger prints on his cheek!
"I'll take you there. It's not too close to here. I have a car." The young man said.
Zhang Feng nodded and followed the young man over, only to realize that the car he was talking about was an obviously modified motorcycle.
The restless engine roar sounded, Zhang Feng sat in the back and left quickly.
Twenty minutes later, the young man stopped his motorcycle.
Zhang Feng looked around and saw that this place had left the urban area of Rio de Janeiro. Looking around, there were all bungalows lined up next to each other.
Smelly garbage is piled up everywhere in the corners of the street. In the dark night, you can still see black cats with shining yellow eyes, squeaking like spring, which makes people feel creepy.
The young man was obviously very familiar with this place, and he led Zhang Feng towards it in a twisting and turning way.
Zhang Feng said seemingly casually as he walked: "Your motorcycle is good. It cost a lot of money to modify it, right? Can the modified motorcycle be put on the road?"
"It did cost a lot of money, but of course it can't be driven on the road. But I applied for a fake license plate."
"That's good!" Zhang Feng said lightly.
At this time, Zhang Feng saw a two-story self-built building a hundred meters ahead. It had high walls, a heavy iron door, and two iron towers at the door. A man with dark skin looked around.
What caught Zhang Feng's attention most was that they all held automatic rifles in their hands, 47.
I secretly murmured in my heart, are you so arrogant? Holding a gun so blatantly
An imperceptible sneer flashed across the lips of the young man leading the way, and then quickly disappeared, returning to a timid expression. He turned to look at Zhang Feng and said, "This is it? As long as you have money, you can buy anything." weapons."
"Really? That's good, I'll give you a generous reward."
When he was still thirty or forty meters away from the self-built second floor, the young man asked Zhang Feng to wait for a moment while he went to say hello first.
Zhang Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, stood there, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and started smoking slowly.
The young man and the two big men muttered a few words, then turned back and waved to Zhang Feng.
Holding a cigarette crookedly, he walked over.
The two big men looked Zhang Feng up and down, then turned their heads and let Zhang Feng follow the young man inside.
When you walk into the courtyard, it looks no different from an ordinary house, except that the figures flashing in each room represent a large number of people.
"Mr. Kuchel is already waiting inside."