After coming out of the FBI, Hartman immediately took Brother Huanxi to a place in Rio de Janeiro again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is probably the slum of Rio, right?

It's hard to imagine such a poor and dirty place in a place where the Olympics are about to take place.

Most of the people who live here are brown or black-skinned, and judging by how they dress, they don't have a very good life.

So when the luxurious Maybach drove in, it attracted envious or hateful glances.

Hartman didn't care.

As soon as he and Brother Huanxi got out of the car, several young people with tattoos and fancy clothes surrounded him.

The one in the lead patted the Maybach: "It's really a good car, it costs a lot of money, right?"

"Take your dirty hands off my car. Hartman said coldly.

"What did you say?" the young man angrily drew a knife and kept gesturing there, "You damned gringo, I'll cut off one of your fingers." ”

His accomplices soon surrounded Hartman and Ray Huanxi.

"I'm a gringo, and although you're born in Rio de Janeiro, you're a gringo in this place, so you have to live in this filthy place, and then work as a pimp or drug dealer to make ends meet. Ah, by the way, you can also threaten some faint people, and maybe get a few extra pocket money. ”

Hartman's words were mean and unrelenting: "Of course, you can be thankful that you only want one finger from me, so I will only break one of your arms." ”

"Damn gringos!" the young man, visibly enraged, stabbed Hartmann with a vicious swing of his knife.

"Bang" -

"Ahh

The shots rang out, and the young man fell to the ground in pain with his arms clutched.

And a pistol appeared in Hartman's hand.

The young man's companions were all stupefied.

"You're so lucky, I don't want to kill people today. Hartman said casually.

"What's wrong, what's wrong. More than a dozen people rushed out of a house.

But as soon as they saw Hartmann, the man in the lead immediately said, "Mr. Hartmann, why are you here?"

"Take me to see Mark Garcia. ”

"Yes, Mr. Hartman, please come with me. ”

When Hartman walked past the injured young man, he took out a few bills from his pocket and threw them at the young man: "Now take this money to the doctor, today is a lesson, although you are injured, you will never do such an outrageous thing again in the future, maybe it will save your life." ”

After saying that, he didn't look at the young man anymore, and walked over to these stunned guys with thunder joy......

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This was the first time Lei Huanxi met Mark Garcia, the leader of the gang~ known as the "Salvadoran Viper".

Well, it's not the same feeling as when I was in South Africa with Mr. Stephen.

Mr. Stephen is calm, wise, and able to do as much as possible without doing anything.

But his younger brother Hartman was a completely different story.

Shoot directly without saying a word.

Oh my God, do the laws of this place work for him?

"Mr. Hartman, why are you here?" it can be seen that Mark Garcia, nicknamed Beon's nickname "Salvador's Viper", is just as respectful to Harman: "This place is really not suitable for people like you, you can make a phone call and I will come to see you." ”

"Alright, don't say polite words. Harman sat down directly: "I heard that you transferred a lot of gunners into Rio?"

"Yes, Mr. Hartmann. There is nothing to hide in front of Hartman: "We are ready to go to war with the 18th Street Gang~ Gang." You know, we've put up with them for a long time, but they've always been so excessive, you can't blame me. ”

"I don't blame you, you and Bart Holo are always so eager to kill each other. Hartman shrugged his shoulders and said, "But Marat 18 is clearly on Bart Holo's side, and you can't win this war at all." And you have to be clear, now that the Olympics are about to begin, if there is a large-scale shootout, it will inevitably anger the Brazilian government, the army will show up in Rio, and you and your gang will not be able to escape. ”

Garcia frowned, "I know all of this, Mr. Hartman, but what can I do? Am I watching them beat me and my men to death?"

"So I appeared, your benefactor, your savior, your master. ”

When Hartman said these words, Brother Huanxi couldn't help but laugh.

Does Hartman always think of something like this?

Your master?

How would Garcia feel when he heard those words?

Wouldn't Hartman say it in a more tactful way?

"Are you going to help us, Mr. Hartman?" Garcia was not angry.

"It's conditional. Hartman, who loved cigars, lit another one for himself: "I want the entire Rio Barbarian Salvadorans to listen to me from now on, and I ask you to help me unconditionally in everything I do." This is true from you to every member of the gang below. ”

Seeing Garcia's hesitation, Hartman took a few puffs of his cigar:

"Of course you can refuse me, but I will go and fund your enemies, and in a day, I can sweep away your forces and throw you in prison. Rest assured, you won't be able to get out of prison until you're 80. ”

Mr. Hartman does what he says.

Garcia hasn't been dealing with Hartman for a day or two, he knows who is sitting in front of him, and he knows that he can really do anything once he goes crazy.

"I promise you, Mr. Hartmann. Garcia decided to give in, for his own sake and for the sake of the future of the savage Salvadoran: "From now on, whatever you want us to do, we will do." ”

"Very well, then the first thing comes. Hartman pointed to Lei Huanxi beside him: "He is my friend, the Chinese Olympic team." Not long ago, one of his teammates was robbed, and my Chinese friend was angry. ”

Hey, when did your brother Huanxi get angry?

But Brother Huanxi didn't say much.

"Expensive camera equipment, understand?" Hartman said slowly, "I know that there are people moving around that hotel all the time, so you have an hour to bring people and camera equipment to me." ”

Isn't that unreasonable?

Brother Huanxi has some grievances to help Garcia.

There are so many villains, what if it's not Garcia's men?

But Garcia didn't say anything, just called his subordinates around him and gave a few low orders.

Hartman looked at the time and sat there without talking.

The clock ticks by.

"Here, if you count on the police to solve the case, it's impossible. Hartman changed his Chinese dialect and said, "Do you know how many robberies and thefts happen every day in Rio de Janeiro? Do you know that even murders are very difficult to solve? There is an underground order here, not legal, but very effective." ”

Lei Huanxi admitted what he said, but still didn't quite understand: "Why did you find the bag that was robbed?"

"Don't think it's because of you, you're just a front. Hartmann didn't hide it at all: "I'm just going to tell these Salvadorans that now there is a new order here, and the maker of this order is me, and everyone must obey this order." ”

Lei Huanxi didn't know what to say.

If you want to establish a new order, that's your business, why do you have to involve your family Brother Huanxi?

I don't want to have any substantive relationship with these gangs~.

Brother Huanxi suddenly realized that staying with Hartman was really a very dangerous thing.

God knows what kind of big hole he dug for himself again.

Just as the allotted hour was about to expire, a skinny Salvadoran was brought in.

Garcia's men whispered in his ear for a moment, then handed him the bag.

Garcia came to Hartman with this bag: "Mr. Hartman, this is the bag stolen by your Chinese friend, and the contents are all there." This man's name is Emery, he is a pickpocket, to be precise, this is not a robbery, just a theft. ”

God, did they really get it back?

Brother Huanxi was really convinced.

"Emery?" Hartman didn't even look at the bag, "Listen, from now on don't steal the bags of the Chinese and Germans, tell all your colleagues." ”

"Yes, sir. Emory said in a panic.

"Very well, I'm glad you listened to me. Hartmann said lightly:

"But this robbery has left a very bad impression on our Chinese friends, and we must find a way to redeem it. Emery, I suggest you cut off one of your fingers now, okay?"

I suggest you cut off one of your fingers now, okay?

See, Hartman actually asked the other party this question?

"Sir, sir, have mercy on me. Emery pleaded, "I'll never do this again, never again." ”

"There is always punishment for doing something wrong. Hartmann was indifferent: "You may choose that I have someone kill you, but I don't approve of you doing that." It's always better to lose a finger than to lose your life. ”

Garcia took a knife and threw it in front of Emory.

The ending can be guessed, and although Emory is reluctant and very frightened, out of strong fear, he still cuts off one of his fingers, and then cries out with his bleeding hand.

"It was a very rewarding day. Hartman stood up satisfied: "Garcia, now you can wait here for my news, lo and behold, I always like people who listen to me, right?"

Oh my head to your sister.

Ray Huanxi increasingly feels that staying with Hartman is a very dangerous thing! )