Super Detective in the Fictional World

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People are everywhere on the roadside of the slums.

The old and middle-aged men and women of all colors are casually dressed, and the slippers, shorts and big vest look a bit like China many years ago.

There are also myriad, mazar, plastic chairs and benches under their ass.

Some of them are chatting, drinking, eating, and some do not forget to do housework.

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

Even if there is only a small piece of flat ground, several children can have fun around a ball there.

Football Kingdom! Luke sighed and moved on.

To be honest, this is not much worse than the slum area in Los Angeles. The environment for dirty, messy, and rundown is half a catty. 8 2.

Under the viaduct in Los Angeles, there must be someone pulling the plastic shed. Many people are sleeping on the roadside in the prosperous area. At least there are houses here.

No money, everywhere is a slum.

Luke quickly walked into a winding alley.

This alley is about one meter wide, enough for 2 people to pass by.

It stretches back and forth in a building room, and the two sides are very close to the building wall, making the space extremely narrow and tight.

Luke walked into the alley dozens of meters in this alley. Before and behind, in the building and in the window, they quietly protruded the heads of each and everyone.

On the road in front of him, 4 or 5 youngsters came out.

These youngsters are ruddy and disheveled, even headed shirtless.

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

No one said anything, 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 policemen.”

Luke laughed more happily: “Yes, so I came to you.”

The shirtless young man looked at him suspiciously.

Luke has put on a little makeup, sunglasses and a big beard to make him look less tender, but his temperament is completely different from these people.

He smiled and slowly pulled out a stack of green banknotes from the small backpack behind him, and threw it away: “This is a deposit. Whether you can help me, this money is yours.”

The eyes of a group of people around were green with the banknote.

The people here are far more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people. Several people who cannot see the denomination cannot to bear swallowed saliva-it was a US $ 100 denomination.

This stack should be at least US $ 10000.

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

The shirtless young man subconsciously caught the stack of American knives and quickly punched it with his thumb and index finger to make sure that it was not a counterfeit banknote, and the banknotes in it were all 100 denominations, and he looked suspicious.

“You wait.” He said, holding the stack of beautiful knives and entering the next room.

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

He peeled the sugar paper at a moderate pace and stuffed it into his mouth.

His expression was calm, and the people around him staring at him all looked strange.

A person surrounded by dozens of gunmen, who can still be so calm, is either mental illness or emboldened.

He felt a sight not far away, it was a relatively small youngster.

At 14-15 years old, it can also be said that he is still a boy, licking his lips.

Luke grinned: “You want to eat too?”

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

Luke chuckled, took another lollipop out of his 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 flying lollipop.

A group of people with strange looks around them have nothing to say about this.

Isn’t there a guy in front of me, still surrounded by dozens of guns, still calm to eat sugar? Who dares to say that he is not a man!

Of course, it’s another matter to wait for this very guy to die, or how badly he died.

Less than 5 minutes later, the shirtless youngster appeared from another roof and gave a gesture to the following person: “Bring him up.”

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

Only two youngsters pointed at him with a gun in their hands, one led the way in front, while the other took his backpack and signaled him to follow the person in front.

Luke didn’t care, with his hands in his trouser pockets and followed.

Some food and sweets were put in the little backpack, and there was nothing else.

Before he entered here, everything was put into storage space, and the small backpack was a hidden prop.

The reason why the other party only took the small bag and did not search the body is because his upper body is a tight vest and long-sleeved thin shirt, and underneath is an equally thin and light-fitting track pants.

Not to mention hiding the guns in this dress, even the knife will show its shape.

From that path, a few bends were bypassed and turned into an extremely narrow yard. From the small and steep stairs on the side, we reached a platform with a shed.

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

Apart from the lack of beauty and beaches, and the smell, it is also comfortable.

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

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

“What do you want?” The tattooed middle-aged asked unkindly.

Luke: “Inquire about someone.”

Middle-aged tattoo: “Who?”

Luke took a photo from his shirt pocket and threw it on the small table in front of the tattooed middle-aged man: “Lisa Feng. An ink Brother Xi female doctor.”

The tattooed middle-aged raised his eyebrows, took a look at the picture on the small table, and narrowed his eyes: “I have never seen this person.”

Luke snorted: “Then disturb, leave.”

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

“You don’t seem to know where it is or who I am!” The tattooed middle-aged man stood up with an M1911 pistol in his hand: “Now, hand over your money, credit card, and password.”

Luke raised an eyebrow: “Is this … a robbery?”

The tattooed middle-aged man grinned: “No, this is tuition. Let you learn how to live well in Rio.”

Luke tilted his head and thought: “That means, you are not going to kill me?”

The tattooed middle-aged man did not answer, but just made a gesture. Two youngsters came forward behind Luke, trying to grab his hands.

Luke sighed: “If you don’t make money, you have to grab it. The local gang is so useless!”

While speaking, he stepped forward and walked to the middle-aged with a tattoo a few meters away.