"I don't want to be this goddamn hero at all!"

As soon as the mayor of Rio de Janeiro left, our brother Huanxi immediately complained loudly: "It's not fun at all. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info I'm here to participate in the competition, not to help the Rio police fight the gangs. ”

Isn't?

Not everyone wants to be a hero, especially since you have to figure out what you're here for.

Brother Huanxi has tasted what it is like to be a hero in Paris, and now, when he comes to Rio, he just wants to finish the game with peace of mind, take a few more gold medals to repay the people he trusts, and then leave Rio with peace of mind.

The rest?

He didn't want to care about the rest at all.

I don't want to care when the sky falls.

"Why?" Hartman glanced at the young man, "Just a few hours ago, I just got the news that an athlete from your country has been robbed. ”

Yes?

Chinese athletes were robbed?

In Rio de Janeiro?

He went to call the police, only to find that in the city's police station, there was a queue to call the police. Hartman continued: "Don't you think it's ridiculous? There is already a long queue for the robbery to call the police. Ray, if my countrymen are robbed, and it happens to be within my power that I can solve, I will definitely take action. ”

Lei Huanxi fell silent.

People in their own country are being bullied, why don't they take action?

But what really struck him was Hartman's words:

"Rio de Janeiro is in chaos, and it could be called the capital of chaos. But don't underestimate this city, which will play a vital role someday in the near future, both for you and for me. At that time, the identity of a hero will make it easier for you to do things. ”

I don't know why, Brother Huanxi believes every word that this obscene guy in front of him says.

He didn't ask what was going to happen in the future, because he knew that Hartman's personality wouldn't tell him even if he asked.

"What should I do?" Brother Huanxi only asked.

A smile appeared on Hartman's face: "18th Street Gangster, Mara 18, Savage Salvadoran. My friend, the 18th Street Gangs and Mara 18 are in the same group, they are much more powerful than the brutal Salvador, and we have to pull one faction against the other. You choose, what do you do?"

"Fighting barbaric El Salvador, of course. Brother Huanxi didn't think about it and said: "Anyway, it's all gangsters, pick up the soft ones first." ”

"Yes, that's right. Hartmann was so addicted to cigarettes that he lit himself a cigar: "But have you considered it from another angle?" Helping someone who is already strong defeats a weak person, and the strong person will not give you much gratitude. And the other way around, helping a weak man defeat a strong man, you earn his respect, at least for a short time. ”

Brother Huanxi seems to understand something.

Isn't it the same when fighting gangsters?

Hartman wasn't telling himself how to fight the gangsters, he was telling himself how to do business.

"The strong will become stronger when they defeat the weak, and it will be difficult to control. Brother Huanxi seemed to be talking to himself: "Help the weak defeat the strong, control the weak and let him serve himself." Isn't that true, Mr. Hartmann?"

Hartman smiled, "You're smart, my little friend. On your way to the future, you will always encounter all kinds of strong and weak, so how to make a choice is a problem you will always have to face. ”

When I first met Hartman, Brother Huanxi felt that this guy was very obscene and annoying.

Then, Hartman designed to "frame" himself, making himself almost mad, and naturally a little distancing himself from him.

But now, he found that he actually enjoyed spending some time with this guy.

"And the last most important reason. Hartmann suddenly became triumphant: "You and my brother, the always upright and noble Stephen, have also fought gangsters together in South Africa, and what he has done, I must do it again." ”

I rub!

The good impression of Hartmann that had just risen suddenly disappeared more than half.

It is estimated that the reason for touching this obscene guy is more because of this, he has to compare with Stephen in everything, and he is still the pawn used by him.

Forget it, forget it, it's useless to resist anyway. Hartman always came up with all sorts of ways to make his life uncomfortable.

What is the saying?

Since you are powerless to resist fate, enjoy it.

"Go and enjoy, my little friend. Hartman looked at the time: "We'll leave in an hour." ”

Brother Huanxi sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes to recuperate.

He didn't ask where he was going in an hour, let alone what he was going to do.

His attitude made Hartman stunned for a moment, but then a smile appeared on his face.

Well, that's it.

It's really a great great young man.

Brother Huanxi slept well for an hour, and the beauties outside had nothing to do with him.

Hartman woke him up on time: "Let's go." ”

Brother Huanxi still didn't ask anything, and walked out after Hartman.

Didn't bring West.

But that's exactly what West wants.

There are so many beauties here, Master West doesn't want to go anywhere.

The Hartman is lewd-looking, but he drives a beautiful car, a Maybach sports car.

But the problem is, no matter how Brother Huanxi thinks of this sports car, it doesn't match West......

……

Maybach stopped in front of an ordinary-looking two-story building.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a bald head on the first floor who was reading a newspaper there.

"Mr. Hartman. The bald head stood up and said respectfully.

But Hartman didn't even look at him, and went straight to the second floor with Brother Huanxi.

"Where is this?"

Brother Huanxi looked left and right and asked.

"The FBI office in Rio. Remember when I said I lent it to them?"

What is the FBI's office in Rio?

Good guys, Stephen and Hartman, who run the FBI and the CIA as if they were their own homes.

Almost all the rooms on the second floor are busy FBI agents and all kinds of machines.

Hartman came to the rightmost room on the second floor, and without even knocking on the door, he pushed the door and broke in.

"Hell!"

A middle-aged man in the office exclaimed, relieved to see Hartman: "Hey, can you knock on the door later?"

Hartman didn't say a word, went directly to the desk, separated the middle-aged man, and pulled out a brown-skinned beauty from under the desk: "Let's go, let's go, I still have something." ”

The beauty wiped her mouth, winked at Hartman, and left the office with a twist.

Brother Huanxi was dumbfounded.

"Your pants. Hartman pointed to the middle-aged man's pants: "Ray, this is Captain Henderson, the head of the FBI's office in Rio." Henderson, this is my friend, Mr. Ray Huanxi. ”

Henderson stood up and zipped up his pants: "I know, just saved the hero of Paris." Or my men went to pick him up from the airport to you. Mr. Hartman, this is the FBI's Rio office, but how do I think we agents have become your personal service?"

"Because in Rio you can't live without me. Hartman actually made it to Henderson's office chair: "Look, I have some mercenaries who will arrive in Rio tomorrow, I need a batch of weapons, and I have a list for you." ”

With that, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it on his desk.

Henderson picked up the paper, looked at it a few times and said, "Hartman, Hartman, are you going to start a war in Rio? Hey, the city is messed up enough, no, damn it, the country is messed up." ”

"I'm here to stop the chaos locally. Hartman said nonchalantly, "You know, I just made an agreement with the mayor of this city, and it's good for my business. Henderson, you have to do me a favor. In Rio, it's chaotic, but it's beautiful, and there are sexy girls who want to stay under your desk and serve you. Do you want to fall into Sierra Leone? Ah, I can help. ”

"Forget it, Hartman, you're threatening me again. Henderson looked helpless: "I don't want to go to Sierra Leone, I'll help you do it." ”

After he finished speaking, he pointed to himself, and then to Hartman: "You know, when I was in a small country in Africa, the sweltering heat, poverty, and malaria threatened me all the time, and I never dreamed of getting out of there. Then Hartman approached me and said he could do it, but on condition that I do it for him. ”

Henderson agreed, and Hartman quickly got the deal done. Henderson was transferred to the beautiful and romantic Rio de Janeiro.

But at this time, Henderson began to find himself becoming Hartman's slave.

Well, at least that's what Henderson himself thinks.

No matter what happens in Rio de Janeiro, Hartmann will always let him do it, and he can't delay a minute.

There is only one thing that Henderson knows very well:

Since Hartmann has the ability to transfer himself to Rio de Janeiro, there is also a way to transfer himself to a more difficult environment.

He didn't want to go back, so he had to do his best for Hartman.

"Don't complain all the time. Hartman smiled and stood up: "Work for me for another three years, and after three years, you will be transferred back to Miami, that is your dream, right?"

"Once a dream. Henderson said with a wry smile: "Once I am really transferred to Miami, then I will never get rid of you in my life." ”

"Let's go. Hartman left the office with Brother Huanxi, but when he reached the door, he stopped and said:

"You're never going to be able to leave me again in this life!" )