From the f force, Hartman immediately took Brother Huanxi to a place in Rio de Janeiro again.? ? ]

This is probably a slum in Rio?

It is hard to imagine that there will be such a poor and dirty place in a place that is about to be held.

Most of the people who live here are brown or black skin. Judging from their dress, you can tell that these people are not doing well.

So when the luxurious Maybach drives here, it attracts envious or hatred.

Hartman didn't care at all.

As soon as he got out of the car with Brother Huanxi, a few young people with tattoos and dressed in fancy dresses surrounded him.

The leading one took a photo of Maybach: "What a good car, it costs a lot of money, right?"

"Take your dirty hands away from my car," Hartman said coldly.

"What did you say?" the young man pulled out a knife in anger and kept gesturing there: "You damn foreigner, I will cut one of your fingers."

His accomplices quickly surrounded Hartman and Lei Huanxi.

"I am indeed a foreigner. Although you were born in Rio de Janeiro, you are also a foreigner who cannot integrate into the local society. So you can only live in this dirty place and do some pimps or drug dealers to barely make ends meet. Oh, by the way, you can also threaten some timid people and maybe get a few more pocket money."

Hartman said mean and ruthlessly: "Of course, you can be glad that you only want one finger of me, so I will only break one of your arms."

"Damn the Gentleman!" The young man was obviously angry and rushed towards Hartman with a fierce sword.

"Bang"

"ah!"

The gunshots rang, and the young man fell to the ground in pain, covering his arms.

And a pistol appeared in Hartman's hands.

The young people's companions were all frightened.

"You are so lucky. I don't want to kill someone today." Hartman said as if nothing had happened.

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

But when they saw Hartman, the leading man immediately said, "Mr. Hartman, why are you here?"

"Take me to see Mark Garcia."

"Okay, 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 onto the young man: "Now take this money and go to the doctor. Today is a lesson. Although you are injured, you will never do such an extraordinary thing again in the future, and may save your life."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the young man and walked over to these stunned guys with Lei Huanxi at first glance...

...

This is the first time Lei Huanxi has seen a black gang leader Mark Garcia.

Yes, it was completely different from the time I was staying with Mr. Stephen in South Africa.

Mr. Stephen is calm and wise, and he tries not to do anything if he can.

But his younger brother Hartman is completely different.

Fire directly when there is a disagreement.

Oh my God, is the law in this place useful to him?

"Mr. Hartman, why are you here?" It can be seen that Beyon's nickname "Salvador Viper", Mark Garcia respectfully to Harman: "This place is really not suitable for people like you. If you call me, I will come to see you."

"Okay, don't say polite words." Halman sat down directly: "I heard that you have transferred a lot of gunmen into Rio?"

"Yes, Mr. Hartman." There is nothing to hide in front of Hartman: "We are going to start a war with the 18th Street Black Gang. You know, we have tolerated them for a long time, but they are always so excessive, you can't blame me for this."

"I won't blame you. You and Bart Hollo always want to kill each other." Hartman shrugged and said, "But it's obvious that Mara 18 is on the side of Bart Hollo. You have no way to win this war. And you have to be clear that the Olympics are about to open, and once a large-scale gun battle is born, it will inevitably anger the Brazilian government. The army will appear in Rio, and neither you nor your gang members can escape."

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

"So I showed up, your benefactor, your savior, your master."

When Hartman said these words, Brother Huanxi was really amused and crying.

Does Hartman always think of what he says?

Your master?

What will Garcia feel when she hears these words?

Couldn't Hartmann say it in a more tactful way?

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

"This is conditional." Hartman, who loves cigars, lit another gust for himself: "I want the whole Salvador Gang of Rio to listen to me from now on. I ask you to help me do whatever you do unconditionally. This is true for every gang member from you to the one below."

Seeing Garcia hesitated, Hartman took a few sips of the cigar:

"Of course you can reject me, but I will go to fund your enemies. Within one day, I can sweep away your power and throw you into prison. Don't worry, you will definitely not be able to come out of prison until you are 8o years old."

Mr. Hartman did what he said.

Garcia has been dealing with Hartman for a day or two. He knows who is sitting in front of him, and knows that he can really do anything once he gets crazy.

"I promise you, Mr. Hartman." Garcia decided to surrender, for himself and for the future of the savage El Salvadors: "From now on, we will do whatever you want us to do."

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

Hey, when did your brother Huanxi get angry?

But Brother Huanxi didn't say much.

"Do you understand the expensive camera equipment?" Hartman said slowly. "I know that you have people under your hands all the time around that hotel, so you have an hour to bring people and camera equipment to me."

Isn't this too unreasonable?

Brother Huanxi has some helping Garcia to complain.

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

But Garcia said nothing, but just called his subordinates around him to give a few instructions.

Hartman looked at the time and sat there and stopped talking.

Time passes by minute by minute.

"It's impossible to expect the police to solve the case here," Hartman said in a Chinese language: "Do you know how many robberies and thefts are going to have in Rio de Janeiro every day? Do you know that even a murder case is difficult to solve? There is an underground order here, which is illegal, but very useful."

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

"Don't think it's because of you, you're just a cover." Hartman didn't hide it at all: "I just want to tell these El Salvadors that there is a new order here now, and the maker of this order is me, and anyone must obey this order."

Lei Huanxi didn't know what to say.

If you want to establish a new order, that is your business. What should you involve your brother Huanxi?

I don’t want to have any substantial relationship with these black men.

It is really a very dangerous thing for Brother Huanxi to suddenly appear to be with Hartman.

God knows that he dug a big hole for himself.

Just when the prescribed hour was about to arrive, a thin El Salvador was brought in.

Garcia's subordinates spoke in his ear for a while, and then handed him the bag.

Garcia came to Hartman with this bag: "Mr. Hartman, this is the bag stolen by your Chinese friend, and everything inside is there. This man is called Emory, and he is a pickpocket. To be precise, this time it was not a robbery, it was just a robbery."

Oh my God, they really got it back?

Brother Huanxi is really convinced.

"Amory?" Hartmann didn't even look at the bag: "Listen, from now on, you are not allowed to steal Chinese and German bags, tell all your colleagues."

"Yes, sir." Amory said in a panic.

"Very good, I'm glad you can listen to me." Hartman said lightly:

"But this robbery left a bad impression on Chinese friends, and we must find a way to save it. Amory, can you cut off one of your fingers now?"

I suggest you cut off one of your fingers now?

Has Hartman actually asked the other party this question?

"Sir, sir, please pity me." Emory begged: "I will never do this again, and I will never do this again."

"You can always get punished if you do something wrong." Hartman was indifferent: "You may choose me to kill you, but I don't agree with you. It's always much better to lose a finger than to lose your life."

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

The ending was actually completely guessable. Although Amory was reluctant and very scared, out of strong fear, he cut off one of his fingers and cried out with his bloody hand.

"What a rewarding day." Hartman stood up with satisfaction: "Garcia, now you can wait for my news here, look, I always like people who listen to me, right?"

I'm on your sister's head.
Chapter completed!