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"So, this is how you treat your guests?"

Lance's calm and mocking words stunned everyone, and the punks exchanged glances uncertainly, but the muzzle of the gun in their hands was still aimed at Lance motionlessly. Lance took a step towards the side, and all the muzzles moved with his steps, which made Lance chuckle and shook his head, stopped, turned around, and looked at the group of punks in front of him again .

Lance was not in a hurry to speak immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and carefully looked at the group of young people who broke into the room. His thin pupils were like an elegant leopard, examining his own body. The prey, as if they were just a group of antelopes planning to use their horns to fight against them, could see all their emotions.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room froze again, and even the sound of breathing quietly disappeared. Albert looked at Lance in surprise, but he didn't understand what Lance was doing at all. He turned his head and looked over. Hayden made a silent gesture towards him, while Percy looked at Lance intently. The back, the muscles all over the body tensed up, and the movement that was ready to go further condensed the tense atmosphere.

There are a total of seven young people in front of me. Although I don't know their exact ages, the oldest one is probably in his early twenties. Their immaturity, youthfulness, impulsiveness, and vigor are all clearly written in their eyes.

Lance could faintly see hesitation in their eyes. He knew that these children who grew up in slums had a special feeling for white people. On the one hand, they hated white people, thinking that white people took away their happy life ; But on the one hand, they are afraid of white people. In their impression, white people always work hand in hand with high-ranking government officials, and they can easily end life and death with just one sentence.

Now Lance is taking advantage of this contradictory and mixed emotions. His calmness, confidence and delusion are his only bargaining chip and his only opportunity. Of course, Lance knew the dire consequences that such an aggressive move might lead to, but he was never the kind of person used to being passively beaten, and he wanted to regain the initiative bit by bit. As for the high risk that comes with high returns... that's the way to go.

"If this is the way you treat guests, then I don't think you should expect more guests to come in the future." Lance said unhurriedly, but the fact is that because his Portuguese is really Not very fluent, he needs time to sort out his thoughts. Having said that, he paused for a moment, and looked at the young man directly in front of him—he looked like he was leading the way, holding a machine gun in his hand, and raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a smile between his brows. With a look of doubt and curiosity, "As long as the boss above you doesn't mind, then..." Lance shrugged, and the second half of the words disappeared.

"Shut up! Shut up!" the young man yelled fiercely, clenched his teeth, and waved the gun in his hand at Lance, "You better shut up! Believe it or not, I just shot, and then here Kill you all!"

Lance raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but chuckled, with an expression of "as long as you're happy", then shut up and stood there without saying a word.

Lance's sudden silence made the young man panic, and Lance could even see the fear in his eyes. At this time, the house was completely quiet, but there was still noise outside the house, and the young man shouted angrily, "Shut up, he/mother, or I'll just shoot and kill you all!" gone."

The commotion outside the house continued for a while, and many people were muttering and complaining, but they calmed down slowly after all.

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up the **** of the machine gun and threw it directly at Lance, but unexpectedly, Lance raised his left hand to directly block his movement, and then quickly grasped the machine gun with both hands **** and handle of the gun.

Seeing Lance's action, the other six people in the room immediately held their pistols and aimed at Lance's head, and took a step forward. It seemed that as long as Lance made a rash move, his head would become a hornet's nest. The tense feeling in the air was on the verge of breaking out, and even all the sounds outside the room completely disappeared, and there was no sound.

Lance's heart has already jumped to the mouth of the throat, and even the back can feel the track of sweat slowly sliding down. Life is not a movie. In movies, the male protagonist can always take the initiative gracefully and calmly, and then solve it in an understatement Problem, not even the suits get any dust, and that's because their fate is in the hands of the writers, not the bad guys. But real life is not. Everything is real, and all situations are uncontrollable. A little deviation can lead to unmanageable consequences. In particular, this is the City of God.

The more so, the more Lance forced himself not to panic, at least not to show panic. On the surface, he showed unprecedented calm.

Lance showed an innocent expression, his smart eyes seemed to say "I'm just defending myself, I don't intend to provoke trouble", then he raised his hands and slowly straightened his back, looking like He stepped back, but in fact he just stood up straight. But this visual gap made the group of people in front of them breathe a sigh of relief, and took a small step back.

Lance carefully described the fear and panic in the eyes of the leading young man in front of him, and decided to add more fire. He moved forward bit by bit, and said plainly, "I am an American, my friend They are also Americans. You should know that the American embassy will pay attention to our every move. Once something happens to us, it will definitely not be so easy to solve."

The words without any emotional rendering made the facts extremely clear, and Lance could even see the palms of the young man began to sweat—he was constantly adjusting the palms holding the gun stock, as if the slippery sweat had made the He couldn't hold his hands tightly.

Before he knew it, Lance had already walked right in front of the young man, cleverly avoided the muzzle of the gun, and said condescendingly, "Trust me, you don't want things to develop to this point!" There was almost no space for the other party to think, and he quietly shifted the other party's thinking to another direction.

Lance knew that he was half successful. However, this is not the end. The reason why the gangsters are difficult is that they are uncontrollable. No one knows whether they will completely lose control in the next second, and then pick up the guns in their hands and start shooting.

Lance began to back down, one step after another, slowly and orderly, and clearly expressed that he was not dangerous or aggressive. After taking three consecutive steps back, Lance stopped, "What's more, we are I came here with friendship." This sentence made the seven young people focus their attention, "I heard...there is the best marijuana in Rio, we are here for vacation, our best All it takes is a little cheer.”

This is Lance's desperate move. He doesn't know whether the group of gangsters in front of him are selling marijuana. Maybe they are just small characters who are sneaky and abducted, maybe they are more keen on direct robbery...but this is the only one after Lance's painstaking efforts. Chances are, they're not only harmless, but they're coming with a deal. Even though these gangsters have no direct relationship with marijuana, the drug trade in the City of God has been repeatedly prohibited, and it is in the hands of a few gangsters—the gangsters are not looking at Lance's face, but at the same time. In the face of the boss, he dared not prevent the conclusion of this deal.

In a short period of time, Lance's brain has been operating to the limit. This is his last bet, and it is also the bet to resolve all crises.

Lance showed a harmless smile, "You know, this time is the craze for Americans to come on vacation." After speaking, Lance gave the other party a meaningful look, as if to say: This is a big piece of land. In the market, I am a trader. If the products here satisfy me, then the next transactions will continue.

Such a big business, the little gangsters would never dare to stop it.

But the problem is that Lance only hinted, but didn't say it directly. All of this is just the guess of the little bastard.

Sure enough, Lance saw the eyes of the young man in the lead flicker, and he relaxed, and even smiled again on his face, "You should have said it earlier." The young man said with a smile, these words It was in English, and then the young man stepped forward and patted Lance's arm, "You should have said it from the beginning."

Naturally, Lance would not refute the young man's words—they didn't give Lance a chance to speak at first. On the contrary, Lance showed a gentlemanly smile, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com shrugged, "So, Do you have any goods here? Or should I go..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man shook his head vigorously, "No, I, here, trade with me." The clumsy English clearly expressed a meaning, and then he turned back and shouted to his companion in Portuguese, "Where's hemp? They're here to buy hemp!"

Taking advantage of this gap, Lance quickly looked back at Percy and the others, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any cash?" The remaining thirty-five dollars in Lance's pocket were stolen in the chaos just now. Yes, but the three of Percy touched their pockets, and their faces were ashen.

Donald came up at this time, stood shoulder to shoulder with Lance, and gave Lance a look. When the young man turned around, Donald walked up and took the opportunity to whisper in the young man's ear, "The asking price is a little higher than usual, and I will take the difference in the middle." Lance had actually heard this sentence, but deliberately Pretend not to hear. Lance knew that Donald was further diluting their suspicions.

A black man came to the City of God with four white men for the purpose of buying marijuana, and this black man was the middleman, which is the most convincing statement. Donald reacted very quickly.

Sure enough, the young man showed a satisfied smile, took out a large package of rolled marijuana, and handed it to Lance, then Donald took out a few dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into the young man's palm, and the two sides He laughed contentedly. The young man waved to his companions, "Let's go!" Then, a group of people left the room in a blink of an eye as if the tide was ebbing.

The crowded room suddenly became deserted.

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