Li Zaian was not wrong. They were indeed on a container lock. When the car finally stopped, someone outside opened the container, got uphill board, and used a trailer to drag the ambulance out of the car.
When the ambulance left the container and Li Zaian got out of the car, he found that they were actually on the dock.
Not far north of the pier is Sao Paulo, the largest city in Brazil, where wealth and poverty coexist. This city that has flourished since the 19th century has now fallen into a deep night.
Hey, Paul, Li Zai'an is looking at the neon lights in the city from afar. Manoro, who had just climbed out of the car, greeted, come here, I'll introduce you...
Li Zaian turned his head expressionlessly, his eyes fell on the two people beside Manoro.
These two are Semon and Bales. Manoro greeted Li Zai'an over and hugged him by the shoulder and said with a smile, This is my new friend, Paul An
Semon is a burly black man with a bald head and a police uniform that is obviously incompatible. He is tightly wrapped around his body, showing solid muscle mass inside.
But Bares is a woman, with her skin close to brown, showing her African descent
She was not wearing a police uniform, she was wearing a sleeveless tight strap vest on the upper body and a pair of khaki shorts on the lower body. This outfit completely outlined her soft but powerful figure curves
Semon Geisler, after listening to Manoro's introduction, Semon smiled and came up to hug Li Zaian.
Bales Kunia Bales seemed a little cold, she looked up and down at Li Zaan'an, nodded slightly, saying hello
OK, Manoro patted his fat hands and shouted, Semon, let's leave the matter here to you, there is a living female prison guard in the car. Put her in the dungeon, don't let her run away...
Manoro stretched and said, "I just want a strong cup of coffee now, and then I order a cigar, soak it comfortably all night in the bathtub full of soap bubbles."
Bales looked at Li Zaian intentionally and unintentionally, and said nothing, turned around and walked towards a silver-gray car not far away.
Let's go, my Paul, let me take you to our house to see. Manoro patted Li Zaian on the shoulder, pushed him to the car, and said, Believe me, only there can you smell the freest air
The car is a Mercedes-Benz 300SE, which is not old. Perhaps it is an illusion. Li Zaian can smell a faint fragrance of the pelvis in the car.
The nerves that had been tense for escape from prison for several days relaxed when the car started. I don’t know when Li Zaian leaned against the seat and fell asleep in a daze.
It felt like he had been sleeping for a century. Li Zaian was awakened by a deafening cheer. He sat up straight and his first reaction was to protect his head with both hands. To be honest, he didn't know how he did this move. Think about it, it was probably the stress mark left by his predecessor in the cerebral cortex.
Hi Paul, we're home. Manoro is still sitting next to him, his bloated face is filled with excitement.
Li Zaian looked out the car window. There was a narrow alley outside the car. At this moment, the dimly lit alley was crowded with people, and the car could only crawl slowly in the crowd like a snail.
People huddled outside the car cheering and surrounded him. From time to time, people would wave AK-74 automatic rifles to come up and peek into the car. In a blink of an eye, there would be a hot woman squeezing towards the car window with her exposed breasts.
Welcome to Morio! My friend! Manoro shouted excitedly, and he looked like a god descending to the world
Morio, the memory of his predecessor tells Li Zai'an that this name belongs to a slum in the southern suburbs of Sao Paulo. In this slum that is crowded with nearly 80,000 people, there is a drug lord Momoa who has always been low-key. To be honest, it is difficult for Li Zai'an to associate the fat man Manoro with the nickname Momoa.
Manoro, nicknamed Momoa, came to Morio more than a decade ago. At that time, he was a down-and-out plumber. He got up early and worked late all day and cleared the underground sewage pipes in Sao Paulo city. He only paid $33 a month, which was not enough to have a cup of coffee in the luxurious restaurants in the city center.
Later, somehow, Manoro started selling drugs with several friends at that time, and the business grew rapidly.
During this period, those friends who walked on this road with him were arrested or shot dead by the police one after another. In the end, Morio was left with his power.
Many of the residents of Morio hate Manoro, saying that he is a devil, but more people like him because it is his existence that the slums used electricity four years ago. Now he invested in the power transmission lines of every household in the slum.
In the eyes of young people in the slums, Manoro is their idol, a hero, a thief Robin Hood who fights against the rich and helps the poor...Li Zai'an heard a young girl scrubbing him in the same way...
To a certain extent, what Manoro said is right. God said that if there is light, there will be light. In Morio, he is a God, and he can do everything here.
From last night to now, a full 24 hours have passed. The slums have been surrounded by police from the Sao Paulo police station. The police who came to arrest Manoro blocked more than a dozen entrances and exits of Morio, but the six attacks they launched were all repelled by gunmen hiding in the slums.
Manoro has already spoken. No matter who it is, he can get 50,000 US dollars from him by killing a policeman, injured a 30,000 yuan, and destroyed a police car with 10,000 yuan.
In his previous life, Li Zaian saw news about Brazil's anti-drug dealers. He often mobilized thousands of military and police to break into the slums with the cooperation of armored vehicles and helicopters. At that time, he felt a little incredible.
But now, when he saw a thirteen-year-old boy taking a $50,000 bounty from Manoro, he completely understood how deformed this society was
The slums, the dumped houses like containers and the people living inside, are definitely nightmare for the police who are trying to enter here.
Police can't shoot at civilians, but don't know when a seemingly harmless civilian will become a bloodthirsty gunman
Social contradictions are invisible, but once they accumulate to a certain level, they become a powerful distorted force, and the whole society will be twisted into a deformity like a twist, just as Manoro said to the young people who support him: People with a monthly salary of $33 can never live in peace with people with a monthly salary of $330,000. Those rich people can use money to solve all problems. What should we do?
There is no doubt that we can only solve the problem with violence and blood
Since his career started, Manoro has been very low-key. His footprints rarely step out of the slum of Morio. The reason why he was arrested by the police a year ago was because of his own betrayal. Fortunately, of course, this kind of luck is only for Li Zaian. The person who betrayed Manoro has not been found yet.
Although Manoro concealed it well, Li Zaian could still see that this fat man did not trust those under his command, even Semon and Bales, who helped him escape from prison, were no exception.
This is a slightly narrow bathroom, with a living room of the same style through a double-paned milky white door. Looking out from the living room window, you can see most of the Morio slums on the slope. The houses with dim light are built in disorder on the slope, like abandoned containers
The living room in front of me belongs to Manoro. The door on the right side of the living room is his bedroom. From last night to now, Li Zai'an has been eating and living in this living room. There are no less than twenty gun-carrying guards in the alley outside the living room.
Li Zaian knew that the reason why Manoro trusted him was because he had a clean foundation and had nothing to do with any local forces; he was cruel and ruthless, and had at least ten lives on his back. The previous decades of prison sentence, if he had escaped this time, he would probably have no chance to leave the prison in his life.
Various reasons like this are added together, and Manoro is more willing to maintain his personal safety on himself.
In the past twenty hours, Li Zaian's job has been to focus on this living room, and everyone who comes in has to search through his body
Manoro gave him a dark Glock 17 fully automatic pistol, and there was a Bernel M1 automatic rifle hidden behind the door. But even so, Manoro still woke up from the nightmare many times in his dream last night.
To be honest, Li Zai'an has no favoritism for Manoro, but he doesn't mind being a loyal dog for Manoro. He thought about it last night that he wanted to be a gangster like Manoro, and he would do better than him.
There are only two types of people in this world who can have power. One is a hypocritical good person, just like those politicians, and the other is an honest villain, just like Manoro
Li Zai'an doesn't mind being a villain. The key point is that he wants to be a powerful person. In order to achieve this goal, he now needs Manoro's trust and all the resources in Momoa's hands.
When the ambulance left the container and Li Zaian got out of the car, he found that they were actually on the dock.
Not far north of the pier is Sao Paulo, the largest city in Brazil, where wealth and poverty coexist. This city that has flourished since the 19th century has now fallen into a deep night.
Hey, Paul, Li Zai'an is looking at the neon lights in the city from afar. Manoro, who had just climbed out of the car, greeted, come here, I'll introduce you...
Li Zaian turned his head expressionlessly, his eyes fell on the two people beside Manoro.
These two are Semon and Bales. Manoro greeted Li Zai'an over and hugged him by the shoulder and said with a smile, This is my new friend, Paul An
Semon is a burly black man with a bald head and a police uniform that is obviously incompatible. He is tightly wrapped around his body, showing solid muscle mass inside.
But Bares is a woman, with her skin close to brown, showing her African descent
She was not wearing a police uniform, she was wearing a sleeveless tight strap vest on the upper body and a pair of khaki shorts on the lower body. This outfit completely outlined her soft but powerful figure curves
Semon Geisler, after listening to Manoro's introduction, Semon smiled and came up to hug Li Zaian.
Bales Kunia Bales seemed a little cold, she looked up and down at Li Zaan'an, nodded slightly, saying hello
OK, Manoro patted his fat hands and shouted, Semon, let's leave the matter here to you, there is a living female prison guard in the car. Put her in the dungeon, don't let her run away...
Manoro stretched and said, "I just want a strong cup of coffee now, and then I order a cigar, soak it comfortably all night in the bathtub full of soap bubbles."
Bales looked at Li Zaian intentionally and unintentionally, and said nothing, turned around and walked towards a silver-gray car not far away.
Let's go, my Paul, let me take you to our house to see. Manoro patted Li Zaian on the shoulder, pushed him to the car, and said, Believe me, only there can you smell the freest air
The car is a Mercedes-Benz 300SE, which is not old. Perhaps it is an illusion. Li Zaian can smell a faint fragrance of the pelvis in the car.
The nerves that had been tense for escape from prison for several days relaxed when the car started. I don’t know when Li Zaian leaned against the seat and fell asleep in a daze.
It felt like he had been sleeping for a century. Li Zaian was awakened by a deafening cheer. He sat up straight and his first reaction was to protect his head with both hands. To be honest, he didn't know how he did this move. Think about it, it was probably the stress mark left by his predecessor in the cerebral cortex.
Hi Paul, we're home. Manoro is still sitting next to him, his bloated face is filled with excitement.
Li Zaian looked out the car window. There was a narrow alley outside the car. At this moment, the dimly lit alley was crowded with people, and the car could only crawl slowly in the crowd like a snail.
People huddled outside the car cheering and surrounded him. From time to time, people would wave AK-74 automatic rifles to come up and peek into the car. In a blink of an eye, there would be a hot woman squeezing towards the car window with her exposed breasts.
Welcome to Morio! My friend! Manoro shouted excitedly, and he looked like a god descending to the world
Morio, the memory of his predecessor tells Li Zai'an that this name belongs to a slum in the southern suburbs of Sao Paulo. In this slum that is crowded with nearly 80,000 people, there is a drug lord Momoa who has always been low-key. To be honest, it is difficult for Li Zai'an to associate the fat man Manoro with the nickname Momoa.
Manoro, nicknamed Momoa, came to Morio more than a decade ago. At that time, he was a down-and-out plumber. He got up early and worked late all day and cleared the underground sewage pipes in Sao Paulo city. He only paid $33 a month, which was not enough to have a cup of coffee in the luxurious restaurants in the city center.
Later, somehow, Manoro started selling drugs with several friends at that time, and the business grew rapidly.
During this period, those friends who walked on this road with him were arrested or shot dead by the police one after another. In the end, Morio was left with his power.
Many of the residents of Morio hate Manoro, saying that he is a devil, but more people like him because it is his existence that the slums used electricity four years ago. Now he invested in the power transmission lines of every household in the slum.
In the eyes of young people in the slums, Manoro is their idol, a hero, a thief Robin Hood who fights against the rich and helps the poor...Li Zai'an heard a young girl scrubbing him in the same way...
To a certain extent, what Manoro said is right. God said that if there is light, there will be light. In Morio, he is a God, and he can do everything here.
From last night to now, a full 24 hours have passed. The slums have been surrounded by police from the Sao Paulo police station. The police who came to arrest Manoro blocked more than a dozen entrances and exits of Morio, but the six attacks they launched were all repelled by gunmen hiding in the slums.
Manoro has already spoken. No matter who it is, he can get 50,000 US dollars from him by killing a policeman, injured a 30,000 yuan, and destroyed a police car with 10,000 yuan.
In his previous life, Li Zaian saw news about Brazil's anti-drug dealers. He often mobilized thousands of military and police to break into the slums with the cooperation of armored vehicles and helicopters. At that time, he felt a little incredible.
But now, when he saw a thirteen-year-old boy taking a $50,000 bounty from Manoro, he completely understood how deformed this society was
The slums, the dumped houses like containers and the people living inside, are definitely nightmare for the police who are trying to enter here.
Police can't shoot at civilians, but don't know when a seemingly harmless civilian will become a bloodthirsty gunman
Social contradictions are invisible, but once they accumulate to a certain level, they become a powerful distorted force, and the whole society will be twisted into a deformity like a twist, just as Manoro said to the young people who support him: People with a monthly salary of $33 can never live in peace with people with a monthly salary of $330,000. Those rich people can use money to solve all problems. What should we do?
There is no doubt that we can only solve the problem with violence and blood
Since his career started, Manoro has been very low-key. His footprints rarely step out of the slum of Morio. The reason why he was arrested by the police a year ago was because of his own betrayal. Fortunately, of course, this kind of luck is only for Li Zaian. The person who betrayed Manoro has not been found yet.
Although Manoro concealed it well, Li Zaian could still see that this fat man did not trust those under his command, even Semon and Bales, who helped him escape from prison, were no exception.
This is a slightly narrow bathroom, with a living room of the same style through a double-paned milky white door. Looking out from the living room window, you can see most of the Morio slums on the slope. The houses with dim light are built in disorder on the slope, like abandoned containers
The living room in front of me belongs to Manoro. The door on the right side of the living room is his bedroom. From last night to now, Li Zai'an has been eating and living in this living room. There are no less than twenty gun-carrying guards in the alley outside the living room.
Li Zaian knew that the reason why Manoro trusted him was because he had a clean foundation and had nothing to do with any local forces; he was cruel and ruthless, and had at least ten lives on his back. The previous decades of prison sentence, if he had escaped this time, he would probably have no chance to leave the prison in his life.
Various reasons like this are added together, and Manoro is more willing to maintain his personal safety on himself.
In the past twenty hours, Li Zaian's job has been to focus on this living room, and everyone who comes in has to search through his body
Manoro gave him a dark Glock 17 fully automatic pistol, and there was a Bernel M1 automatic rifle hidden behind the door. But even so, Manoro still woke up from the nightmare many times in his dream last night.
To be honest, Li Zai'an has no favoritism for Manoro, but he doesn't mind being a loyal dog for Manoro. He thought about it last night that he wanted to be a gangster like Manoro, and he would do better than him.
There are only two types of people in this world who can have power. One is a hypocritical good person, just like those politicians, and the other is an honest villain, just like Manoro
Li Zai'an doesn't mind being a villain. The key point is that he wants to be a powerful person. In order to achieve this goal, he now needs Manoro's trust and all the resources in Momoa's hands.
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