Chapter 855
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Walking up the path, the collimator gradually felt the distinctive smell of the slum sky.
A teenager with a childish face, holding an old R4 assault rifle, sat on the threshold of a dilapidated house.
The collimator was not surprised, but suddenly had a familiar feeling.
His sight blurred for no reason, as if he suddenly passed through time and space, and the boy sitting in front of the door became the young himself who once wandered in the slums of a country on the other side of the earth.
In this world-famous slum, this kind of thing is just too common.
Living in the slums, guns are as common as cigarettes in men's pockets. They don't have a gun. They don't think the tone is high enough when they go out to talk to people.
"Stop! Hey! Hey! Call you!" the boy stared at the passing sight for a few eyes, suddenly stood up, put two fingers on his lips and blew. With a sharp whistle, several teenagers of his age flashed around.
Someone has a knife, someone has a pistol.
The collimator didn't want to cause trouble. He suddenly found that he had made a common sense mistake.
He was wearing 511 tactical pants, combat boots, a quick drying T-shirt, a baseball cap often worn by mercenaries, and a huge mageisen tactical backpack on his back.
It makes him look like a soldier.
Here, the military and police are very unpopular occupations, especially in the slums. As long as there is a trace of the police, someone will light the waste tire, let the black smoke jump into the sky and tell everyone living in this area that the police are coming.
But fortunately, the collimator is not flustered. Although he still hasn't been able to get through the psychological obstacle period, he has survived in this environment after all and knows the rules here.
Before entering the slum, the collimator hid most of his cash in the soles of his combat boots, leaving only 100 real notes in his trouser pocket.
Besides, the only valuable thing on him is a mobile phone.
Of course, he knows the habits of small gangsters in the slums.
They won't kill you for a cell phone. They just want some cash to buy drugs and food.
The 100 real loose notes in the pocket are prepared for them. When they get to someone else's land, a little blood is regarded as worshiping the wharf.
"Man, I don't have much money on me." the quasi star obediently raised his hands. He doesn't want to cause trouble here. Even if he can escape these little guys, he will attract more gang members.
Since he was looking for SOM, he had to bear it. He tried to be gentle.
He lowered his head and tried not to look at each other.
Because that will make the other party feel that he is remembering his appearance, which can easily lead to murder.
"Money! Money!" the boy with the R4 assault rifle put the muzzle of the gun against the top sight's belly and shouted at him in Portuguese.
The collimator noticed that the boy's R4 assault rifle didn't even open the insurance.
It's like teaching a teacher to teach an axe. If it had been in the past, the collimator would impolitely break the other party's neck, grab his gun and beat him into a sieve.
But now the collimator has been much calmer. Since you plan to recuperate temporarily, you have to look like recuperating.
At least don't use the gun until stress symptoms and mental disorders are overcome.
"Pocket." the collimator can also understand Portuguese very well. Before, he knew a girl of Portuguese origin, hung around with him for six months, and learned some Portuguese from her.
He raised his hands to show that he had no threat or intention to resist.
The young man came forward, put out his hand in his pocket, took out a handful of broken banknotes, ordered it, and showed a little joy on his face.
After all, this is a slum, not much oil and water, and a hundred reais is a good harvest.
"Put your bag down! Open it and have a look!" the boy seemed to have tasted the sweetness, pointed a gun at the sight and asked him to do it.
The collimator took off the Magai tactical bag, put it on the ground, and then opened it.
The boy looked through the things in the bag. At this time, he was a little disappointed. There was no cash in it, only some changed clothes and daily necessities.
"Poor man!"
The boy scolded, but it seemed that his tone was much more friendly.
They are all poor. Aren't those here poor?
Everyone is poor and naturally has a sense of intimacy.
The collimator smiled and picked up the bag and zipped it up.
Just as the boys were about to leave, the collimator shouted behind him, "man, ask me something. I'm looking for someone. Do you know SOM? I can't find her house number."
The boy with the gun turned and looked at the collimator.
"The house number here is equal to no house number. You go up this road, turn right after 200 meters, and then turn left, and then you see a small house with green exterior walls, with a huge cross painted on it. That's SOM's home."
"Thank you, thank you!"
The collimator picked up his backpack and continued to go the way the boy pointed out.
But the terrain here is really complex. Wires cross the narrow alley and pass through the house like cobwebs in a silk hole.
After walking for a while, the collimator finally saw the green house in the boy's mouth with the gun.
This is a square, about seven or eight meters long and about four meters wide. There is an iron door outside the wooden door.
The collimator stepped forward and stood in front of the door, stabilizing his mood.
The iron door is unlocked, which means there are people in the family.
He opened the iron door and knocked hard on the wooden door.
No response.
Keep knocking.
There was still no movement inside.
The quasi star couldn't help taking out his cell phone and dialed som. Suddenly, he heard the cell phone ring in the house.
SOM is in the room.
Zhuixing was stunned, cut off the phone and knocked on the door.
This time, he made a lot of effort. He was afraid that SOM didn't hear him. Maybe he was taking care of the children. The mobile phone was not around.
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After the knock disappeared, there was still no response.
The collimator frowned, and an ominous breath rushed into his heart.
He put his backpack by the wall, then stepped back and looked up at the structure of the house.
The wall is only more than two meters high. There are several cement piers near the neighbor's house, from where you can easily turn over the roof.
The collimator jumped onto the concrete pier flexibly, and then climbed up the roof like a monkey.
The roof is made of cement and is very flat. There are several iron columns on it. A rope is hung between the columns, and sheets and clothes are hung on the rope.
Zhuxing touched the bed sheet with his hand. It was still wet. It proved that he hadn't been drying for long. There was a faint smell of washing powder on it.
After finding the entrance to the downstairs, the collimator carefully walked down the stairs.
The house was quiet, and the air was filled with a familiar and pungent smell.
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Walking up the path, the collimator gradually felt the distinctive smell of the slum sky.
A teenager with a childish face, holding an old R4 assault rifle, sat on the threshold of a dilapidated house.
The collimator was not surprised, but suddenly had a familiar feeling.
His sight blurred for no reason, as if he suddenly passed through time and space, and the boy sitting in front of the door became the young himself who once wandered in the slums of a country on the other side of the earth.
In this world-famous slum, this kind of thing is just too common.
Living in the slums, guns are as common as cigarettes in men's pockets. They don't have a gun. They don't think the tone is high enough when they go out to talk to people.
"Stop! Hey! Hey! Call you!" the boy stared at the passing sight for a few eyes, suddenly stood up, put two fingers on his lips and blew. With a sharp whistle, several teenagers of his age flashed around.
Someone has a knife, someone has a pistol.
The collimator didn't want to cause trouble. He suddenly found that he had made a common sense mistake.
He was wearing 511 tactical pants, combat boots, a quick drying T-shirt, a baseball cap often worn by mercenaries, and a huge mageisen tactical backpack on his back.
It makes him look like a soldier.
Here, the military and police are very unpopular occupations, especially in the slums. As long as there is a trace of the police, someone will light the waste tire, let the black smoke jump into the sky and tell everyone living in this area that the police are coming.
But fortunately, the collimator is not flustered. Although he still hasn't been able to get through the psychological obstacle period, he has survived in this environment after all and knows the rules here.
Before entering the slum, the collimator hid most of his cash in the soles of his combat boots, leaving only 100 real notes in his trouser pocket.
Besides, the only valuable thing on him is a mobile phone.
Of course, he knows the habits of small gangsters in the slums.
They won't kill you for a cell phone. They just want some cash to buy drugs and food.
The 100 real loose notes in the pocket are prepared for them. When they get to someone else's land, a little blood is regarded as worshiping the wharf.
"Man, I don't have much money on me." the quasi star obediently raised his hands. He doesn't want to cause trouble here. Even if he can escape these little guys, he will attract more gang members.
Since he was looking for SOM, he had to bear it. He tried to be gentle.
He lowered his head and tried not to look at each other.
Because that will make the other party feel that he is remembering his appearance, which can easily lead to murder.
"Money! Money!" the boy with the R4 assault rifle put the muzzle of the gun against the top sight's belly and shouted at him in Portuguese.
The collimator noticed that the boy's R4 assault rifle didn't even open the insurance.
It's like teaching a teacher to teach an axe. If it had been in the past, the collimator would impolitely break the other party's neck, grab his gun and beat him into a sieve.
But now the collimator has been much calmer. Since you plan to recuperate temporarily, you have to look like recuperating.
At least don't use the gun until stress symptoms and mental disorders are overcome.
"Pocket." the collimator can also understand Portuguese very well. Before, he knew a girl of Portuguese origin, hung around with him for six months, and learned some Portuguese from her.
He raised his hands to show that he had no threat or intention to resist.
The young man came forward, put out his hand in his pocket, took out a handful of broken banknotes, ordered it, and showed a little joy on his face.
After all, this is a slum, not much oil and water, and a hundred reais is a good harvest.
"Put your bag down! Open it and have a look!" the boy seemed to have tasted the sweetness, pointed a gun at the sight and asked him to do it.
The collimator took off the Magai tactical bag, put it on the ground, and then opened it.
The boy looked through the things in the bag. At this time, he was a little disappointed. There was no cash in it, only some changed clothes and daily necessities.
"Poor man!"
The boy scolded, but it seemed that his tone was much more friendly.
They are all poor. Aren't those here poor?
Everyone is poor and naturally has a sense of intimacy.
The collimator smiled and picked up the bag and zipped it up.
Just as the boys were about to leave, the collimator shouted behind him, "man, ask me something. I'm looking for someone. Do you know SOM? I can't find her house number."
The boy with the gun turned and looked at the collimator.
"The house number here is equal to no house number. You go up this road, turn right after 200 meters, and then turn left, and then you see a small house with green exterior walls, with a huge cross painted on it. That's SOM's home."
"Thank you, thank you!"
The collimator picked up his backpack and continued to go the way the boy pointed out.
But the terrain here is really complex. Wires cross the narrow alley and pass through the house like cobwebs in a silk hole.
After walking for a while, the collimator finally saw the green house in the boy's mouth with the gun.
This is a square, about seven or eight meters long and about four meters wide. There is an iron door outside the wooden door.
The collimator stepped forward and stood in front of the door, stabilizing his mood.
The iron door is unlocked, which means there are people in the family.
He opened the iron door and knocked hard on the wooden door.
No response.
Keep knocking.
There was still no movement inside.
The quasi star couldn't help taking out his cell phone and dialed som. Suddenly, he heard the cell phone ring in the house.
SOM is in the room.
Zhuixing was stunned, cut off the phone and knocked on the door.
This time, he made a lot of effort. He was afraid that SOM didn't hear him. Maybe he was taking care of the children. The mobile phone was not around.
Dududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududui——
After the knock disappeared, there was still no response.
The collimator frowned, and an ominous breath rushed into his heart.
He put his backpack by the wall, then stepped back and looked up at the structure of the house.
The wall is only more than two meters high. There are several cement piers near the neighbor's house, from where you can easily turn over the roof.
The collimator jumped onto the concrete pier flexibly, and then climbed up the roof like a monkey.
The roof is made of cement and is very flat. There are several iron columns on it. A rope is hung between the columns, and sheets and clothes are hung on the rope.
Zhuxing touched the bed sheet with his hand. It was still wet. It proved that he hadn't been drying for long. There was a faint smell of washing powder on it.
After finding the entrance to the downstairs, the collimator carefully walked down the stairs.
The house was quiet, and the air was filled with a familiar and pungent smell.
Walking up the path, the collimator gradually felt the distinctive smell of the slum sky.A teenager with a childish face, holding an old R4 assault rifle, sat on the threshold of a dilapidated house.The collimator was not surprised, but suddenly had a familiar feeling.His sight blurred for no reason, as if he suddenly passed through time and space, and the boy sitting in front of the door became the young himself who once wandered in the slums of a country on the other side of the earth.In this world-famous slum, this kind of thing is just too common.Living in the slums, guns are as common as cigarettes in men's pockets. They don't have a gun. They don't think the tone is high enough when they go out to talk to people."Stop! Hey! Hey! Call you!" the boy stared at the passing sight for a few eyes, suddenly stood up, put two fingers on his lips and blew. With a sharp whistle, several teenagers of his age flashed around.Someone has a knife, someone has a pistol.The collimator didn't want to cause trouble. He suddenly found that he had made a common sense mistake.He was wearing 511 tactical pants, combat boots, a quick drying T-shirt, a baseball cap often worn by mercenaries, and a huge mageisen tactical backpack on his back.It makes him look like a soldier.Here, the military and police are very unpopular occupations, especially in the slums. As long as there is a trace of the police, someone will light the waste tire, let the black smoke jump into the sky and tell everyone living in this area that the police are coming.But fortunately, the collimator is not flustered. Although he still hasn't been able to get through the psychological obstacle period, he has survived in this environment after all and knows the rules here.Before entering the slum, the collimator hid most of his cash in the soles of his combat boots, leaving only 100 real notes in his trouser pocket.Besides, the only valuable thing on him is a mobile phone.Of course, he knows the habits of small gangsters in the slums.They won't kill you for a cell phone. They just want some cash to buy drugs and food.The 100 real loose notes in the pocket are prepared for them. When they get to someone else's land, a little blood is regarded as worshiping the wharf."Man, I don't have much money on me." the quasi star obediently raised his hands. He doesn't want to cause trouble here. Even if he can escape these little guys, he will attract more gang members.Since he was looking for SOM, he had to bear it. He tried to be gentle.He lowered his head and tried not to look at each other.Because that will make the other party feel that he is remembering his appearance, which can easily lead to murder."Money! Money!" the boy with the R4 assault rifle put the muzzle of the gun against the top sight's belly and shouted at him in Portuguese.The collimator noticed that the boy's R4 assault rifle didn't even open the insurance.It's like teaching a teacher to teach an axe. If it had been in the past, the collimator would impolitely break the other party's neck, grab his gun and beat him into a sieve.But now the collimator has been much calmer. Since you plan to recuperate temporarily, you have to look like recuperating.At least don't use the gun until stress symptoms and mental disorders are overcome."Pocket." the collimator can also understand Portuguese very well. Before, he knew a girl of Portuguese origin, hung around with him for six months, and learned some Portuguese from her.He raised his hands to show that he had no threat or intention to resist.The young man came forward, put out his hand in his pocket, took out a handful of broken banknotes, ordered it, and showed a little joy on his face.After all, this is a slum, not much oil and water, and a hundred reais is a good harvest."Put your bag down! Open it and have a look!" the boy seemed to have tasted the sweetness, pointed a gun at the sight and asked him to do it.The collimator took off the Magai tactical bag, put it on the ground, and then opened it.The boy looked through the things in the bag. At this time, he was a little disappointed. There was no cash in it, only some changed clothes and daily necessities."Poor man!"The boy scolded, but it seemed that his tone was much more friendly.They are all poor. Aren't those here poor?Everyone is poor and naturally has a sense of intimacy.The collimator smiled and picked up the bag and zipped it up.Just as the boys were about to leave, the collimator shouted behind him, "man, ask me something. I'm looking for someone. Do you know SOM? I can't find her house number."The boy with the gun turned and looked at the collimator."The house number here is equal to no house number. You go up this road, turn right after 200 meters, and then turn left, and then you see a small house with green exterior walls, with a huge cross painted on it. That's SOM's home.""Thank you, thank you!"The collimator picked up his backpack and continued to go the way the boy pointed out.But the terrain here is really complex. Wires cross the narrow alley and pass through the house like cobwebs in a silk hole.After walking for a while, the collimator finally saw the green house in the boy's mouth with the gun.This is a square, about seven or eight meters long and about four meters wide. There is an iron door outside the wooden door.The collimator stepped forward and stood in front of the door, stabilizing his mood.The iron door is unlocked, which means there are people in the family.He opened the iron door and knocked hard on the wooden door.No response.Keep knocking.There was still no movement inside.The quasi star couldn't help taking out his cell phone and dialed som. Suddenly, he heard the cell phone ring in the house.SOM is in the room.Zhuixing was stunned, cut off the phone and knocked on the door.This time, he made a lot of effort. He was afraid that SOM didn't hear him. Maybe he was taking care of the children. The mobile phone was not around.DududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududududuiAfter the knock disappeared, there was still no response.The collimator frowned, and an ominous breath rushed into his heart.He put his backpack by the wall, then stepped back and looked up at the structure of the house.The wall is only more than two meters high. There are several cement piers near the neighbor's house, from where you can easily turn over the roof.The collimator jumped onto the concrete pier flexibly, and then climbed up the roof like a monkey.The roof is made of cement and is very flat. There are several iron columns on it. A rope is hung between the columns, and sheets and clothes are hung on the rope.Zhuxing touched the bed sheet with his hand. It was still wet. It proved that he hadn't been drying for long. There was a faint smell of washing powder on it.After finding the entrance to the downstairs, the collimator carefully walked down the stairs.The house was quiet, and the air was filled with a familiar and pungent smell.
