Absolute Honor

Walking straight up along the path, the front sight gradually felt a different breath under the sky.

A teenage boy who looked childish, holding an R4 assault rifle in his hand, was sitting at the door of a house.

However, the sight was not surprised, but familiar.

That familiar feeling rushed to the face.

Once upon a time, this young man sitting in front of the house used to be the young self.

In the slums, especially in the world-famous slums, this kind of thing is simply too common.

Here, guns are as common as men’s cigarettes. Without a gun, they don’t have a loud voice when they go out to talk to people.

"Stop! Hehehe! Call you!" The young man stared at the passing sights, stood up abruptly, put **** on his lips, and blew, followed by a sharp whistle, and the surroundings flashed out. Several teenagers of his average age.

Some have a knife, some have a pistol.

The sight didn't want to cause trouble, he suddenly realized that he still made a common sense mistake.

He was wearing 511 tactical pants, combat boots, a dry T-shirt, a baseball cap often worn by mercenaries, and a huge MacGyxian tactical backpack on his back.

This makes him look like a soldier.

Here, the military and police are very unpopular occupations, especially in the slums. As long as the police are present, someone will light up the waste tires and let the black smoke go up into the sky, telling everyone who lives in this district. People-the police are here.

Fortunately, the front sight was not in a panic. Although he still has not been able to pass the mental obstacle period, he has survived in this environment after all and knows the rules here.

Before entering the slum, the crosshair hid most of his cash in the soles of his combat boots, leaving only one hundred reais notes in his trouser pocket.

In addition, the only valuable thing on him is a mobile phone.

Of course, he knew very well the habits of the gangsters in the slums.

They won't kill you for a mobile phone, they just want some cash, which can buy drugs and food.

And the hundred reais scattered banknotes in the pocket were prepared for them. When they arrived at someone else's land, a little blood would be regarded as worshipping the dock.

"My buddy, I don't have much money." The sight raised his hands obediently. He didn't seem to cause trouble here. Even if he could escape the hands of these little guys, he would attract more gang members.

Since he is here to find Somme, he has to bear with him, and he tries his best to be docile.

He lowered his head and tried not to look at each other as much as possible.

Because that would make the other person feel that he was remembering his appearance, and that would easily lead to murder.

"Money! Money!" The kid holding the R4 assault rifle pushed the top sight against his belly and yelled at him in Portuguese.

The sight noticed that the R4 assault rifle in this kid's hand was not even secured.

This is simply an axe. If you change it to the past, the front sight will unceremoniously break the neck of the opponent, **** his gun and smash him into a sieve.

But now the sight is much calmer. Since you plan to take a rest for a while, you have to take a rest.

At least until the stress symptoms and mental obstacles have not been overcome, still don't shoot.

"Pocket." The sight can also understand Portuguese. He used to know a girl of Portuguese descent, tangled with him, spent six months together, and learned some Portuguese from her.

He raised his hands and signaled that he was not threatening or planning to resist.

The boy stepped forward, unceremoniously reached out and took out his pocket, took out a handful of broken banknotes, clicked, and a little joy appeared on his face.

After all, this is a slum area, there is not much oil and water, and one hundred reais is a good harvest.

"Put down your bag! Open it!" The boy seemed to have tasted the sweetness, pointed the gun at the front sight, and asked him to follow suit.

The sight took off the Maggie Tactical Bag, put it on the ground, and opened it.

The teenager flipped through the contents of the bag. At this time, he was a little disappointed. There was no cash in it, only some change of clothes and daily necessities.

"Poor ghost!"

The boy cursed, but on the contrary, he seemed to be more cordial in his tone.

They are all poor, can they not be poor here?

Everyone is poor and naturally feels intimacy.

The front sight took up the bag with a smile and closed the zipper.

As soon as the boys were about to leave, the crosshair shouted from behind: "Dude, ask something. I'm here to find someone. Do you know Som? I can't find her house number."

The boy with the gun turned around and looked at the front sight.

"The house number here is equivalent to no house number. You go up this road, turn right after two hundred meters, then turn left, and then you see a small house with a green exterior wall with a huge cross painted on it. Somm's home."

"thanks, thanks!"

The sight picked up his backpack and continued to move on the way the boy pointed.

However, the terrain here is really complicated, with electric wires running across the narrow alleys, passing through the house ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like a spider web in a coiled hole.

After walking for a while, the sight finally saw the green house in the mouth of the boy with the gun.

This is a square, about seven or eight meters in length and four meters in width. The wooden door is covered with a layer of iron gate.

The crosshair stepped forward and stood in front of the door, calming his emotions.

The iron door is unlocked, which means there is someone in the house.

He opened the iron door and knocked **** the wooden door.

no response.

Keep knocking.

There is still no movement inside.

The sight could not help taking out his cell phone and dialing Som. Suddenly, he heard a cell phone ringing in the house.

Som is in the room.

The sight was stunned, cut off the phone, and then reached out and knocked on the door.

This time, he tried a lot, and he was afraid that Somm would not hear him, maybe he was taking care of a child, and his cell phone was not by his side.

Tuk tuk ——

After the knock on the door disappeared, there was still no response.

The front sight frowned, and an ominous breath surged into his heart.

He put the backpack on the wall, then stepped back and looked up to observe the structure of the house.

The wall is only more than two meters high, and there are a few concrete piers near the neighbor's house, from where the roof can be easily turned up.

The front sight jumped flexibly onto the concrete pier, and then climbed onto the roof like a monkey.

The roof is made of cement and is very flat. There are several iron pillars on it. There are ropes between the pillars. Sheets and clothes are hung on the ropes.

The front sight touched the bed sheet with his hand, and it was still wet, which proved how long it had not been in the sun, and it smelled of detergent.

Found the entrance to the downstairs, the front sight carefully walked down the stairs slowly.

In the house, it was quiet, and the air was filled with a familiar and pungent smell.

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