Walking up the path, the front sight gradually felt a different aura beneath the sky.A teenage-looking teenager with an R4 assault rifle in his hand sits at the doordoor of a house.However, the crosshair was not surprised, but familiar.That feeling of familiarity came to my face.Once upon a time, this teenager sitting in front of the house used to be his young self.In the slums, especially in the world-famous slums, this is all too commonplace.Here, guns are as common as a man's cigarette, and he doesn't have a gun on his body, and he doesn't make a loud noise when he goes out to talk to people."
Stop!
Hey, hey, hey!
Call you!
”The boy stared at the passing crosshair for a few moments, then stood up suddenly, put two fingers to his lips and blew, and with a sharp whistle, several teenagers of his age flashed around.Someone with a knife, someone with a pistol.The crosshair didn't want to cause trouble, and he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake of common sense.He wears 511's tactical pants, combat boots, a quick-drying T-shirt, a baseball cap that mercenaries often wear, and a large Margais tactical backpack on his back.It made him look like a soldier.Military and police are unpopular professions here, especially in the slums, and if you spot a police officer, someone will light up a scrap tire, send black smoke into the sky, and tell everyone who lives in the area that the police are coming.But fortunately, the crosshair is not panicked, although he still hasn't been able to get through the mental obstacle period, after all, he has survived in this environment and knows the rules here.Before entering the slums, the crosshair hid most of the cash in the soles of his combat boots, leaving only a hundred reais in his trouser pockets.Other than that, the only thing he has is worth it is a mobile phone.Of course, he was well aware of the habits of the slum gangsters.They don't kill you for a phone, they just want cash to buy drugs and food.And the 100 reais loose bills in their pockets are for them, and when they get to someone else's land, a little blood is considered to be a visit to the dock."
Dude, I don't have much money on me."
The crosshair raised his hands obediently, he didn't look like causing trouble, causing trouble here, even if he could escape the hands of these little guys, he would attract more gang members.Since he came to find Som, he had to endure it, and he tried to be as docile as possible.He kept his head down and tried not to make eye contact with the other person.Because that will make the other party feel that he is remembering what he looks like, which can easily lead to murder."
Money!
Money!
”The guy with the R4 assault rifle put the muzzle of the gun against the belly of the top crosshair and yelled at him in Portuguese.The crosshair noticed that the R4 assault rifle in this kid's hand didn't even have a safety open.It's a class axe, and if it were the same as before, the crosshair would unceremoniously break the opponent's neck, snatch his gun and beat him into a sieve.However, the crosshairs have calmed down a lot now, and since they plan to recuperate for a while, they must have a look of recuperation.At least don't use a gun until your stress symptoms and mental disorders are overcome."
Pockets."
The crosshair also knows Portuguese quite well, he used to know a Portuguese girl, and he was entangled with him for six months, and learned some Portuguese from her.He raised his hands to show that he was not threatening or intending to resist.The young man stepped forward, unceremoniously reached out and dug into his pocket, took out a handful of shredded bills, and counted them, showing a little joy on his face.After all, this is a slum, there is not much oil and water, and a hundred reais is considered a good harvest."
Put your bag down!
Open it and take a look!
”The boy seemed to have tasted the sweetness, pointed his gun at the crosshairs, and told him to do so.The crosshair takes off the Horse Cover Tactics Pack, places it on the ground, and opens it.The boy rummaged through the contents of his bag, and at this time he was a little disappointed, there was no cash in it, only some changes of clothes and daily necessities."
Poor ghost!"
The young man scolded, but his tone seemed much kinder.They are all poor, can they not be poor here?
Everyone is poor, so there is a natural sense of intimacy.The crosshair smiled and picked up the bag and zipped it up.As soon as these boys were about to leave, the crosshairs shouted behind them: "Dude, ask something, I'm here to find someone, do you know Som?"
I can't find her house number. ”The kid with the gun turned around and looked at the crosshairs."
The house number here is equal to no house number, you go up this road, turn right after two hundred meters, turn left again, and then you see a small house with a green façade with a huge cross painted on it, and that's Somme's house.""
Thank you, thank you!"
The crosshair picked up his backpack and continued in the path the kid had pointed.But the terrain here is really complicated, with wires running across the narrow alleys and through the houses like cobwebs in a silk hole.After walking for a while, the crosshair finally saw the green house in the mouth of the boy with the gun.It is a square meter, about seven or eight meters in length, and about four meters in width, with a layer of iron doors on the outside of the wooden door.The crosshair stepped forward and stood in front of the door, steadying his emotions.The iron door is not locked, which means that there are people in the house.He pulled open the iron door and knocked the wooden door.No response.Keep knocking.There's still movement inside.The crosshair couldn't help but take out his phone and dial Som, and suddenly, he heard a cell phone ringing in the house.Somme in the room.The crosshair was stunned for a moment, cut off the phone, and reached out to knock on the door again.This time, he pushed a lot harder, he was afraid that Som didn't hear, maybe he was taking care of the children or something, and his phone was not around.Tuk Tuk - After the knock on the door disappeared, there was still no response.The crosshair frowned, and an ominous aura welled up in his heart.He placed his backpack against the wall, then took a few steps back and looked up at the structure of the house.The walls are just over two meters high, and there are several concrete piers close to the neighbor's house, from where it is easy to climb up to the roof.The crosshair nimbly jumped onto the cement pier, and then climbed onto the roof like a monkey.The roof was made of concrete and was very smooth, and on it stood several iron pillars, between which hung ropes, on which were hung sheets and clothes.The crosshair touched the sheets with his hand, and they were still wet, proving that they hadn't been drying for long, and there was a fragrance of laundry detergent on them.Finding the entrance to the downstairs, the crosshair cautiously walked slowly down the stairs.Inside the house, quietly, there was a familiar and pungent smell in the air.