Rebirth of India: Superior

While the car was driving, Shakru pointed to a bunch of messy houses on both sides of the road and asked Denaro: "Are these all slums?"

Denaro nodded and replied: "Yes, they are slums. In fact, there are more than 700 slums, which are too numerous to count, but just keep away from those dangerous places. Some slums are very peaceful. I went there with my friends to drink beer and dance. The black DJs there are very talented."

"It seems that this is the real City of God." Shakru sighed. The City of God he mentioned is a classic and breathtaking film shot by British director Merrills in Rio de Janeiro in 2002. His classic is not because he won the Oscar, but because he truly reproduced the current situation in Rio at that time. Friends who have not seen it strongly recommend you to watch it once.

"It's not as exaggerated as in the movies. As long as you carry less money when you go out, and if someone robs you, you give it to them, then nothing will happen. Of course, this is for outsiders and tourists. I have friends here with me, so it's definitely okay." Denaro said indifferently.

Then he took a puff of cigarette and continued, "In fact, the public security in the city center and places far away from the slums is very stable. Rio's chaos is caused by the slums. There is no government armed force stationed there. Illegal elements are kings in them. Whenever the police go up the mountain to collect protection fees, it will naturally be chaotic. Don't be fooled by rumors from the outside world. As long as you don't deliberately go to these places, Rio is undoubtedly a wonderful and enthusiastic city."

Driving away from the island where the airport is located, and then slowly passing through the old city of Rio, it has many characteristics of a developing country, crowded, chaotic, and irrationally planned. Most of its buildings are in the style of the last century, and most of the cars on the road are Japanese cars, and small cars are particularly popular.

But when we came to the west by the sea, the landscape along the way changed. The roads were wide, high-rise buildings stood tall, and there were a lot of postmodern buildings, as well as many luxury houses with their own doors and courtyards. The only thing was that there were not many people. According to Yang Tian, ​​this place had just developed.

Denaro said while driving: "Although it is not as lively as the eastern city, it has complete facilities, there are no slums around, and the public security is quite good." As he spoke, the car turned into a villa area with guards. After swiping the card for verification, the railings rose up. After a circle in the tree-lined villa area, it stopped by the roadside.

Denaro threw the key in his hand to Shakru and said: "Here, this is my friend's house. You have worked hard all the way. Take a good rest."

When they got to the room, Maria changed her clothes in front of Shakru without any hesitation. Her butt was round enough, and she put on a pair of pants to make everything tight. Then she put on a T-shirt, because the upper body was strong enough, the upper body curve was also revealed.

According to Shakru's knowledge, she is the kind of woman who meets the aesthetics of Brazilian men, with round buttocks and proud upper body, and a plump figure showing a different kind of curvaceous beauty. In this country, women with chopstick legs and thin arms have no market at all.

Maybe it was a long-awaited reunion, or it might be Maria's deliberate temptation. In short, Shakru couldn't help but pounce on her at this moment. Two hours later, accompanied by the overlapping shouts of men and women, Shakru, who was released, fell on Maria's back. His hands were still pressed under her, but he had no strength to move away, so he kissed her shoulder, which had a colorful rose tattoo on it, red flowers and green leaves, very beautiful.

"Hmm." She closed her eyes and hummed.

"Does it hurt to tattoo this?" Shakru asked, because of the skin color, it looks very fitting and beautiful.

"A little bit, but it's worth it for sexiness. Don't you like it now? - Oh, can you continue?"

"Who asked you to do this!" Shakru said jokingly.

"Then continue!" Maria raised her hips to meet him: "You are too strong! Kill me!"

"I have a question." Shakru pulled out his right hand that was numb from her pressure, "Is it okay for you to do this?"

"What do you mean?" She swallowed, "Don't worry, I am a normal woman. I have only had a few boyfriends, never."

"No, I mean unprotected, are you safe?"

She smiled: "You men like this, don't you? But I am not one of those stupid women who let accidents ruin their youth. I have measures."

Shakru hugged her waist: "What are you waiting for."

After waking up from a deep sleep, Maria, who was curled up in his arms, joked: "If I were a slut, this business would definitely be a loss."

Shakru's idea was more unique: "Why can't it be profitable?"

"What you said makes some sense." She thought about it and agreed: "Maybe I will give you a free meal, you let people experience what indulgence is."

"Highest praise?" He yawned.

"I think so, but you're tired, right?"

Shakru was deeply touched: "How should I put it... I feel like I ran a marathon when I woke up, and I can't muster any strength."

"I'm sorry for making you like this." She touched the phone on the bedside and took a look, "It's almost noon."

"Then?" he asked.

"Do you want to continue?" She looked up at him, held his face and kissed him: "Crazy man, you should save some energy for the future."

"You look a bit like someone I know." He thought of Miranda.

"I'm just afraid you'll die in bed." She climbed up, and the pair of fat balls drooped due to gravity, and it seemed that there was no filling.

Shakru also climbed up and leaned against the head of the bed weakly: "Oh my God, it seems that I am not exaggerating."

"Are you okay?" She looked back at him, her hands tying her hair.

"I think it's because I'm a little hungry." Shakru took a few deep breaths, turned around and got out of bed, and picked up the pants that fell on her.

Maria was also looking for her clothes. The underwear was thrown out of the window. It was crazy last night! She gave up after taking a look, and put on her denim shorts and a vest. She went to the bathroom to wipe her face. When she came out, she met Shakru who couldn't find his clothes.

Just when Shakru wanted to do another morning exercise, Denaro called and urged them to pack up quickly because they were going to the beach today.

Copacabana Beach in Rio is a world-famous scenic spot, stretching four or five kilometers along Atlanta Street, with tall buildings on one side and blue sea and sky on the other. There are endless jogging and cycling tourists on the road, and unrestrained bikini girls can be seen everywhere on the beach.

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