Sao Paulo, shrouded in the night, is undoubtedly the highest crime rate in the day. It can be said that everyone walking on the street is not trustworthy. Even if they look gentle on the surface, they may become a fierce robber in a flash.
It is also because of this that in a secluded place, when ten o'clock is passed at night, few pedestrians appear.
But this is only for ordinary people. For example, a big drug lord like Amaru, he doesn't care whether the public security is good or not.
In Sao Paulo, especially in the area near the Morio slum, it is not anyone's turn to rob him. It would be a blessing for him not to rob others.
Since taking the actual power of the Morio slum, Amaru has a new life. As a man who grew up in the slum, he has a very obvious difference from Manoro, that is, he hates the days of living in the slum and looks forward to living the life of a superior person.
For this purpose, he bought a house on Latiera Street, two blocks from Morio, and lived there for a long time. He rarely returned to Morio before Manoro escaped from prison.
The police's encirclement of Morio did not cause any inconvenience to Amaru's entry and exit. Although he is a drug lord, the police have not obtained any exact evidence of his crime.
No matter how high the crime rate is, Brazil is also a country ruled by law. Perhaps it is precisely because it is a country ruled by law that the crime rate is so high.
Three black Ford cars tear through the night and slowly drove on the street with street lights but silent. In a car in the middle, Amaru, who has gained weight in the past two years, sat in the back seat of the car, with a cigar between the left fingers, and his right hand was stroking a sexy girl next to him, wearing black stockings on her thighs.
The female singer Sula's raindrops of love echoed in the car, and the sound was loud and could be described as deafening. Therefore, when a motorcycle on the opposite side was driving over, Amaru didn't notice it at all.
The rider on the motorcycle was wearing black clothes and black pants, wearing a black helmet on his head, and was running at least sixty or seventy miles. The buzzing motor sound could be heard clearly half a block away.
On the Ford car at the front of the convoy are three bodyguards who are close to Amaru. They are all people who have been fighting on the line of life and death for many years, and are very vigilant.
When they saw the motorcycle driving so fast and there was no lights in front, they instinctively felt that something was wrong. The bodyguard in charge of driving slowed down the speed as soon as possible, and at the same time turned on the parking lights in the rear, trying to lean towards the side of the road.
However, their reaction was still a few beats slower. As soon as the car slowed down, the motorcycle opposite had already reached the front. The driver in the car turned his head and looked at the Ford in the leader, shook his hand and threw a defensive grenade under the car plate.
Ding Ding Dangdang... Amid the light sound of metal hitting the ground, the motorcycle and the leader's Ford sedan passed by
Then, in less than two or three seconds, a loud bang, and the Ford leader's car exploded with a fire. The whole car bounced nearly one foot high in the flames. By the time it landed on the ground again, it had turned into a big burning ball of fire.
This incident happened too suddenly, and the car that followed Amaru didn't even have time to react, so he just plunged into the flames.
The motorcycle that passed by was about 40 or 50 meters, slowed down and shook its tail. As the harsh rubber tires rubbed against the ground, it completed a steering movement cleanly, and then accelerated again without stopping towards the convoy.
When the car suddenly stopped, Amaru hit the back of the driver's seat in front, and his forehead staggered on the rubber armrest, scraping off a layer of skin. The scorching pain did not panic, but instead aroused his fierceness.
After all, Amaru is a drug lord who has been fighting on the killing field for more than ten years. When he encountered this kind of scene, he didn't feel scared at all. He just wanted to jump out of the car and catch the motorcycle rider, making him die worse than life.
Bastard! With a spitting sound, Amaru struggled hard in the narrow carriage, slapped the woman in the face and turned around and pulled out a pistol from under the seat, trying to push the car door and jump down
After so many years of pampering, Amaru's movements are not as flexible as they used to be. When he reached out and pushed open the car door, the driver who had reacted first in front had already jumped down. Unfortunately, before his heels could stand firm, a bullet that had been shot from somewhere had penetrated his head.
Amaru, who had just pushed open the car door, only heard a muffled sound, and his face suddenly became hot, and something liquid was splashed all over his head. Then, he saw the driver he trusted most fell to the ground like a ball of rotten meat. The Tianling cap was pried over by a can opener, and it was lifted up, and it was connected to the back of his head with only a layer of scalp.
The blood overflowed from his skull cavity, the brain ginseng was mixed together, red, yellow, white and black, and it flowed all over the floor in an instant.
Amaru's legs, which had just reached outside the car, retracted. When she turned around, she grabbed the woman beside her and blocked her in front of her.
This time Amaru was really scared. These killers were very professional, and even snipers were equipped. They were definitely not ordinary gangsters. The other party was determined to want his life.
The outside of the car made a loud gunshot. The bodyguard in the latter car had already fired with the motorcycle driver. The driver used two Swiss-made MP5 submachine guns to continuously shoot the pistol that suppressed the bodyguard's fire.
The most exaggerated thing is that the guy actually opened fire and changed magazines with one hand like juggling. Amaru felt that his bodyguard could not resist such a strong man...
The woman who was blocked by him fainted when she saw his bloody face. However, Amaru couldn't care about so much. He was half lying on the seat, tremblingly looking up at the back window.
There were three bodyguards in the car behind, but one of them had been shot and lying on the road at this time. The remaining two were still under the cover of the car and hid there and resisted stubbornly. However, they were completely suppressed by the sniper hiding in the dark, and they almost didn't even dare to raise their heads.
Amaru knew that he would stay in the car, and that was just waiting to die. He pulled the woman in his arms hard, kicked the foot, opened the hidden car door, and then stuck the woman's neck to drag it under the car.
He had already thought about it and used the woman in his hand to make a shield to block the shooting circle of the sniper rifle. As long as he could rush into the bushes on the side of the road, he could escape by relying on the surrounding houses scattered around him.
There is a police station around the corner of Latierira Street. If you can escape, these killers will not dare to rush into the police station to kill people.
Amaru climbed out of the car with difficulty, and squatted on the ground, almost exerting her strength to drag the fainting woman off the car - it's so fucking. I feel relaxed when I hold this bitch, but I didn't expect that she would become dead now.
More than ten meters away, the gunfight at the side of the latter car continued, and the continuous gunfire seemed extremely harsh in the middle of the night.
Amaru didn't care about the life or death of the bodyguards. Based on his judgment, he held the woman in his arms in the direction towards the sniper and moved her to the bushes by the street as fast as possible.
From the parking place to the bushes on the side of the road, it was only less than ten meters away. The killer who launched the attack was obviously very cautious. No one caught up with him from beginning to end. The strangest thing is that the sniper hiding in the dark did not even fire a single shot.
In fear, Amaru retreated into the bushes on the roadside, and didn't even bother to take a breath. She pushed away the woman in front of her and turned her head to run towards the scattered house not far away.
He took a step forward, but before he could catch up, a person suddenly flashed behind the trunk of a palm tree slanted down, kicking him in his chest.
Suddenly, Amaru didn't even have time to react. He was kicked back by someone, and he fell into a scoop of bushes, rolled a few times, and then rolled onto the road outside.
The kick was very strong and strong. In addition, when he flew back and fell, Amaru almost blew his back.
He fell to the ground with his numb chest, gasping for a few quick breaths, just as he struggled to get up, the people in the bushes had already chased him
Amaru only saw the figure of the visitor very slender, like a woman. Her hands were hanging beside her, her fist was clenched in her left hand, and her right hand was carrying an American military flat-headed hijab. The blade was more than one foot long and was covered with strange lights under the illumination of the street lights.
Don't kill me... The black-lighted blade made Amaru lose his last bit of courage. He kicked the ground with his feet desperately, rubbing his body back little by little, and shouted, "Are you just for money? I can give you money, a lot of money, five million, ten million..."
The gunshots on the street have stopped. On the side of the Ford car more than ten meters away, a motorcycle rider in a tight leather jacket was leaning against the front cover of the car to smoke.
A police car was crossing the road at the corner of the street hundreds of meters away. The sirens on the roof had been broken by a hidden sniper, making a hoarse and strange sound.
The two policemen had already jumped out of the car and were using the police car as a cover to call for support through the on-board radio... The knife light flashed in front of their eyes, and everything Amaru could feel was frozen in this strange picture.
It is also because of this that in a secluded place, when ten o'clock is passed at night, few pedestrians appear.
But this is only for ordinary people. For example, a big drug lord like Amaru, he doesn't care whether the public security is good or not.
In Sao Paulo, especially in the area near the Morio slum, it is not anyone's turn to rob him. It would be a blessing for him not to rob others.
Since taking the actual power of the Morio slum, Amaru has a new life. As a man who grew up in the slum, he has a very obvious difference from Manoro, that is, he hates the days of living in the slum and looks forward to living the life of a superior person.
For this purpose, he bought a house on Latiera Street, two blocks from Morio, and lived there for a long time. He rarely returned to Morio before Manoro escaped from prison.
The police's encirclement of Morio did not cause any inconvenience to Amaru's entry and exit. Although he is a drug lord, the police have not obtained any exact evidence of his crime.
No matter how high the crime rate is, Brazil is also a country ruled by law. Perhaps it is precisely because it is a country ruled by law that the crime rate is so high.
Three black Ford cars tear through the night and slowly drove on the street with street lights but silent. In a car in the middle, Amaru, who has gained weight in the past two years, sat in the back seat of the car, with a cigar between the left fingers, and his right hand was stroking a sexy girl next to him, wearing black stockings on her thighs.
The female singer Sula's raindrops of love echoed in the car, and the sound was loud and could be described as deafening. Therefore, when a motorcycle on the opposite side was driving over, Amaru didn't notice it at all.
The rider on the motorcycle was wearing black clothes and black pants, wearing a black helmet on his head, and was running at least sixty or seventy miles. The buzzing motor sound could be heard clearly half a block away.
On the Ford car at the front of the convoy are three bodyguards who are close to Amaru. They are all people who have been fighting on the line of life and death for many years, and are very vigilant.
When they saw the motorcycle driving so fast and there was no lights in front, they instinctively felt that something was wrong. The bodyguard in charge of driving slowed down the speed as soon as possible, and at the same time turned on the parking lights in the rear, trying to lean towards the side of the road.
However, their reaction was still a few beats slower. As soon as the car slowed down, the motorcycle opposite had already reached the front. The driver in the car turned his head and looked at the Ford in the leader, shook his hand and threw a defensive grenade under the car plate.
Ding Ding Dangdang... Amid the light sound of metal hitting the ground, the motorcycle and the leader's Ford sedan passed by
Then, in less than two or three seconds, a loud bang, and the Ford leader's car exploded with a fire. The whole car bounced nearly one foot high in the flames. By the time it landed on the ground again, it had turned into a big burning ball of fire.
This incident happened too suddenly, and the car that followed Amaru didn't even have time to react, so he just plunged into the flames.
The motorcycle that passed by was about 40 or 50 meters, slowed down and shook its tail. As the harsh rubber tires rubbed against the ground, it completed a steering movement cleanly, and then accelerated again without stopping towards the convoy.
When the car suddenly stopped, Amaru hit the back of the driver's seat in front, and his forehead staggered on the rubber armrest, scraping off a layer of skin. The scorching pain did not panic, but instead aroused his fierceness.
After all, Amaru is a drug lord who has been fighting on the killing field for more than ten years. When he encountered this kind of scene, he didn't feel scared at all. He just wanted to jump out of the car and catch the motorcycle rider, making him die worse than life.
Bastard! With a spitting sound, Amaru struggled hard in the narrow carriage, slapped the woman in the face and turned around and pulled out a pistol from under the seat, trying to push the car door and jump down
After so many years of pampering, Amaru's movements are not as flexible as they used to be. When he reached out and pushed open the car door, the driver who had reacted first in front had already jumped down. Unfortunately, before his heels could stand firm, a bullet that had been shot from somewhere had penetrated his head.
Amaru, who had just pushed open the car door, only heard a muffled sound, and his face suddenly became hot, and something liquid was splashed all over his head. Then, he saw the driver he trusted most fell to the ground like a ball of rotten meat. The Tianling cap was pried over by a can opener, and it was lifted up, and it was connected to the back of his head with only a layer of scalp.
The blood overflowed from his skull cavity, the brain ginseng was mixed together, red, yellow, white and black, and it flowed all over the floor in an instant.
Amaru's legs, which had just reached outside the car, retracted. When she turned around, she grabbed the woman beside her and blocked her in front of her.
This time Amaru was really scared. These killers were very professional, and even snipers were equipped. They were definitely not ordinary gangsters. The other party was determined to want his life.
The outside of the car made a loud gunshot. The bodyguard in the latter car had already fired with the motorcycle driver. The driver used two Swiss-made MP5 submachine guns to continuously shoot the pistol that suppressed the bodyguard's fire.
The most exaggerated thing is that the guy actually opened fire and changed magazines with one hand like juggling. Amaru felt that his bodyguard could not resist such a strong man...
The woman who was blocked by him fainted when she saw his bloody face. However, Amaru couldn't care about so much. He was half lying on the seat, tremblingly looking up at the back window.
There were three bodyguards in the car behind, but one of them had been shot and lying on the road at this time. The remaining two were still under the cover of the car and hid there and resisted stubbornly. However, they were completely suppressed by the sniper hiding in the dark, and they almost didn't even dare to raise their heads.
Amaru knew that he would stay in the car, and that was just waiting to die. He pulled the woman in his arms hard, kicked the foot, opened the hidden car door, and then stuck the woman's neck to drag it under the car.
He had already thought about it and used the woman in his hand to make a shield to block the shooting circle of the sniper rifle. As long as he could rush into the bushes on the side of the road, he could escape by relying on the surrounding houses scattered around him.
There is a police station around the corner of Latierira Street. If you can escape, these killers will not dare to rush into the police station to kill people.
Amaru climbed out of the car with difficulty, and squatted on the ground, almost exerting her strength to drag the fainting woman off the car - it's so fucking. I feel relaxed when I hold this bitch, but I didn't expect that she would become dead now.
More than ten meters away, the gunfight at the side of the latter car continued, and the continuous gunfire seemed extremely harsh in the middle of the night.
Amaru didn't care about the life or death of the bodyguards. Based on his judgment, he held the woman in his arms in the direction towards the sniper and moved her to the bushes by the street as fast as possible.
From the parking place to the bushes on the side of the road, it was only less than ten meters away. The killer who launched the attack was obviously very cautious. No one caught up with him from beginning to end. The strangest thing is that the sniper hiding in the dark did not even fire a single shot.
In fear, Amaru retreated into the bushes on the roadside, and didn't even bother to take a breath. She pushed away the woman in front of her and turned her head to run towards the scattered house not far away.
He took a step forward, but before he could catch up, a person suddenly flashed behind the trunk of a palm tree slanted down, kicking him in his chest.
Suddenly, Amaru didn't even have time to react. He was kicked back by someone, and he fell into a scoop of bushes, rolled a few times, and then rolled onto the road outside.
The kick was very strong and strong. In addition, when he flew back and fell, Amaru almost blew his back.
He fell to the ground with his numb chest, gasping for a few quick breaths, just as he struggled to get up, the people in the bushes had already chased him
Amaru only saw the figure of the visitor very slender, like a woman. Her hands were hanging beside her, her fist was clenched in her left hand, and her right hand was carrying an American military flat-headed hijab. The blade was more than one foot long and was covered with strange lights under the illumination of the street lights.
Don't kill me... The black-lighted blade made Amaru lose his last bit of courage. He kicked the ground with his feet desperately, rubbing his body back little by little, and shouted, "Are you just for money? I can give you money, a lot of money, five million, ten million..."
The gunshots on the street have stopped. On the side of the Ford car more than ten meters away, a motorcycle rider in a tight leather jacket was leaning against the front cover of the car to smoke.
A police car was crossing the road at the corner of the street hundreds of meters away. The sirens on the roof had been broken by a hidden sniper, making a hoarse and strange sound.
The two policemen had already jumped out of the car and were using the police car as a cover to call for support through the on-board radio... The knife light flashed in front of their eyes, and everything Amaru could feel was frozen in this strange picture.
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