Walking up the path, the sight gradually felt the different atmosphere under the sky.
A teenage boy who looked childish was sitting at the door of a house with an R4 assault rifle in his hand.
However, Crosshair was not surprised, but felt familiar.
That familiar feeling came over me.
Once upon a time, this boy sitting in front of the house was his younger self.
In slums, especially the world-famous slums, this kind of thing is simply too common.
Here, guns are as common as men's cigarettes. If you don't have a gun on your body, you can go out and talk to people without raising your voice.
"Stop! Hey hey hey! I'm calling you!" The young man stared at the passing sight for a few times, stood up suddenly, put two fingers on his lips and blew, followed by a sharp whistle, and flashes of lights flashed around him.
Several teenagers of his average age.
Some have knives, others have pistols.
Crosshair didn't want to cause trouble, but he suddenly realized 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 MacGyver tactical backpack on his back.
This makes him look like a soldier.
Here, the military and police are very unpopular professions, especially in the slums. As long as the police are found, someone will light up the waste tires and let the black smoke rise into the sky, telling everyone who lives in this area
People - the police are here.
Fortunately, Quasi Xing didn't panic. Although he still hasn't overcome the psychological obstacle period, he has survived in this environment after all and knows the rules here.
Before entering the slums, Zixing hid most of the cash he had in the soles of his combat boots, leaving only a hundred reais note in his trouser pocket.
Apart from that, the only valuable thing he has is a mobile phone.
Of course, he knew very well the habits of the gangsters in the slums.
They won't kill you for a cell phone, they just want some cash so they can buy drugs and food.
The one hundred reais in loose notes in the pocket were prepared for them. When they go to other people's land, paying a little blood is just like paying homage to the dock.
"Brother, I don't have much money." Crosshair raised his hands obediently. He didn't want to cause trouble. If he caused trouble here, even if he could escape from these little guys, he would attract more gang members.
Since he was here to see Som, he had to be patient and try to be as docile as possible.
He lowered his head and tried not to look at each other.
Because that will make the other person feel that they are remembering his appearance, which can easily lead to murder and silence.
"Money! Money!" The boy holding the R4 assault rifle pressed the muzzle of the gun against the belly of the crosshair and yelled at him in Portuguese.
Crosshair noticed that the R4 assault rifle in this kid's hand didn't even have the safety on.
This is simply a trick. If it were in the past, the crosshair would have broken the opponent's neck without politeness, snatched his gun and beat him into a sieve.
However, the crosshairs are now much calmer. Since I plan to take a break for the time being, I have to look like I'm taking a break.
At least until the stress symptoms and psychological obstacles have not been overcome, it is better not to use the gun.
"Pocket." Crosshair can also understand Portuguese quite well. He once met a girl of Portuguese origin and had an affair with him for six months, and he learned some Portuguese from her.
He raised his hands to indicate that he was not threatening and had no intention of resisting.
The young man stepped forward, reached into his pocket unceremoniously, took out a handful of broken banknotes, nodded, and showed a little joy on his face.
After all, this is a slum area, there is not much oil and water, so one hundred reais is considered a good harvest.
"Put down your bag! Open it and take a look!" The young man seemed to have tasted the sweetness and pointed the gun at the crosshairs, asking him to do as he was told.
Crosshair took off the MacGyver tactical bag, placed it on the ground, and then opened it.
The young man rummaged through the contents of the bag, and he was a little disappointed at this time. There was no cash in it, only some changes of clothes and daily necessities.
"Poor guy!"
The young man cursed, but his tone seemed much more friendly.
They are all poor. Could those here not be poor?
We are all poor, so we naturally feel close to each other.
Crosshair picked up the bag with a smile and zipped it up.
Just as these boys were about to leave, Crosshair shouted from behind: "Brother, I have a question, I'm here to find someone, do you know Som? I can't find her house number."
The boy holding the gun turned around and looked at the crosshairs.
"The house numbers here mean there are no house numbers. You go up this road, turn right after two hundred meters, then turn left, and then you see a small house with a green exterior wall, with a huge cross painted on it, that is
Som’s home.”
"Thank you, thank you!"
Zixing picked up his backpack and continued heading towards the path pointed by the boy.
However, the terrain here is really complicated. Electric wires lie over the narrow alleys and pass through the houses, like spider webs in the holes.
After walking for a while, the crosshairs finally saw the green house that the guy with the gun mentioned.
It is a square meter, about seven or eight meters long, and about four meters wide. The wooden door is covered with an iron door.
Crosshair walked forward, stood in front of the door, and calmed down his emotions.
The iron door is unlocked, which means there is someone at home.
He opened the iron door and knocked hard on the wooden door.
No response.
Keep knocking.
There was still no movement inside.
Zhixing couldn't help but take out his cell phone and dialed Som. Suddenly, he heard the cell phone ringing in the house.
Som is in the room.
Zixing was stunned for a moment, cut off the phone, and then reached out to knock on the door.
This time, he used a lot of force. He was afraid that Som didn't hear him, maybe he was taking care of the children or something, and his cell phone wasn't with him.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
After the knock on the door disappeared, there was still no response.
Crosshair frowned, and an ominous aura filled his heart.
He placed his backpack next to the wall, then took a few steps back and looked up at the structure of the house.
The wall is only over two meters high, and there are a few cement piers near the neighbor's house from which the roof can be climbed easily.
Crosshair nimbly jumped onto the concrete pier, and then climbed onto the roof like a monkey.
The roof is made of cement and is very flat. There are several iron pillars standing on it. Ropes are hung between the pillars, and sheets and clothes are hung on the ropes.
Xixing touched the bed sheet with his hand. It was still moist, which proved that it had not been in the sun for long. There was a fragrance of washing powder on it.
After finding the entrance to the downstairs, Crosshair carefully walked down the stairs slowly.
The house was quiet, and a familiar and pungent smell filled the air.