Super Detective in the Fictional World

The roads in the slums were full of people.

Old and young men and women of all colors are casually dressed. Slippers, shorts and large vests look a bit like China many years ago.

There are various things under their buttocks, mazza, plastic chairs, and benches.

Some of them are chatting, drinking, eating, and some do n’t forget to do housework.

There are also many children gathered to play together, and the ball is their most common toy.

Even if there is only a small flat field, a few children can have a good time around a ball there.

Football Kingdom! Luke sighed in his heart and moved on.

If you really want to say, here is not much worse than the slums of Los Angeles.

There must be someone pulling the plastic shack under the viaduct in Los Angeles, and there are also many people sleeping on the road in the bustling area. At least there are houses.

No money, there are slums everywhere.

Luke quickly walked into a winding alley.

This alley is about one meter wide, enough for two people to pass by.

It is twisted and stretched from room to room, and the very close building walls on both sides make the space extremely cramped.

Luke walked into this alley for dozens of meters, behind him, behind the building and in the window, he quietly poked out his head.

On the way in front of him, four or five young people came out.

These young people were gaunt and shabby, and even headed with a shirt.

But almost all of them had guns in their hands, a few more on the roof, and a few were holding rifles.

They were silent, they just surrounded him silently, and seemed to want to wait for him to speak.

Luke grinned. "I want to find someone."

The shirtless young man looked at him: "We are not police."

Luke laughed even more happily: "Yes, that's why I came to you."

The shirtless young man looked at him suspiciously.

Luke had put on some makeup, sunglasses and a beard, which made him look less tender, but his temperament was still very different from these people.

He smiled, slowly pulled out a stack of green banknotes from the small backpack behind him, and threw it away: "This is the deposit. Whether you can help me or not, this money is yours."

The eyes of a group of people went green with the banknotes.

The people here are far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people. Several people who can see the denomination can't help but swallow saliva-that's a hundred denomination.

This stack is all at least $ 10,000.

For these people, it is definitely a lot of money.

The shirtless young man caught the stack of US knives subconsciously, and quickly swiped it with his thumb and forefinger to make sure that this was not a counterfeit banknote, and that the banknotes in it were all one hundred denominations.

"You wait," he said, holding the stack of beautiful knives and entering the room next to him.

Luke was not in a hurry, and he took it out of the small backpack, and a chocolate cream lollipop appeared in his hand.

He unpeeled the sugar paper and tucked it into his mouth.

His expression was calm and calm, and he saw the strangeness of the people around him who were watching him closely.

People who are surrounded by dozens of gunmen who can be so calm are either neurotic or have confidence.

He felt a sight not far away, and he was a relatively young man.

At the age of fourteen or five, it can be said that he is still a boy and is licking his lips.

Luke grinned, "Do you want to eat too?"

The half-big boy nodded subconsciously, but immediately noticed something wrong and shook his head.

Luke chuckled, took another lollipop out of the small backpack, and threw it over: "What are you afraid of? Can't men eat sugar?"

The big boy couldn't help but catch the lollipops flying in.

A group of people who looked strange around them had nothing to say about it.

Isn't there a guy right now, still surrounded by dozens of guns, still calmly eating sugar? Who dares to say that he is not a man!

Of course, waiting for this very guy to die, or how miserable it is, is another matter.

Within five minutes, the shirtless young man emerged from the other roof again, gesturing to the people below: "Bring him up."

The surrounding people quietly disappeared into the house next to them.

There were only two young men pointing at him with a gun in their hands, one leading the way, and the other holding his backpack as he motioned for him to keep up.

Luke didn't care, and put his hands in his pants pockets, and followed.

There were some food and sweets in that little backpack, and nothing else.

Before he came here, everything was stored in the storage space, and the little backpack was a concealing prop.

The other party only took the small bag and did not search because his upper body was a tight-fitting vest with a long-sleeved thin shirt, and below was a pair of light-fitting sports pants.

Not to mention hiding the firearm in this dress, even the small knife will highlight the shape.

From that path, I walked around a few turns, turned into an extremely narrow yard, and went up the small, steep stairs from the side to a platform with a shed.

The environment here is still very ordinary, but there are beer, food, and a refreshing sea breeze.

In addition to no beauty and no beach, plus the bad smell, it is also comfortable here.

A middle-aged man with various patterns on his body is sitting on a beach chair. Behind him are two strong men with rifles.

The young shirtless man who called Luke over, and the two young men who brought him over, stood behind Luke, holding the gun in his hand as well.

"What do you want?" The tattooed middle-aged asked rudely.

Luke: "Inquire about someone."

Tattooed middle-aged: "Who?"

Luke took a photo from his shirt pocket and threw it on the small table in front of the middle-aged tattooed man: "Lisa Feng. A Mexican female doctor."

The middle-aged man with a tattoo raised his eyebrows, took the photos on the small table, and narrowed his eyes, "I have never seen this person."

Luke said, "That bothers me ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Farewell."

As soon as the middle-aged man raised his hand, the guns of several people around him pointed at Luke.

"You don't seem to know what this place is or who I am!" The tattooed middle-aged stood up, with an M1911 pistol in his hand: "Now, give me your money, credit card, and password."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Is this ... robbery?"

The tattooed middle-aged chuckled: "No, this is tuition. Let you learn how to live well in Rio."

Luke tilted his head for thought: "That is, you don't plan to kill me?"

The middle-aged tattooed man didn't answer, just made a gesture, and two young men came up behind Luke, trying to grab his hands.

Luke sighed: "If you don't make money, you must grab it. The local gang is so useless and polite!"

While talking, he stepped forward and walked towards the middle-aged man with a tattoo a few meters away.