Ender didn't like the sea, it was damp and deep, full of moisture that he hated.
But to rank his least favorite terrain, it must be the tropical rainforest filled with swamps and giant trees. It is not only full of humid air, but also lacks the sunshine he likes.
At this moment, in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Ander is sitting on the sofa, thinking sadly about how to spend the rest of his rainforest life happily, and outside this luxury hotel is a distinct slum.
This is the City of God. This sentence does not refer to the beliefs of the local people, but to the fact that one can only resign oneself to fate and wait for God to take one away.
Even for mixed-race species, this is the case here. The South American branch has always been one of the branches with the highest death rate. There are countless mixed-race species that have crossed the bottom line hidden in the layered slums, facing the fledgling commissioners.
Extending their sharp claws.
This situation has only eased in recent months. A group of people with oriental faces were transferred to the Brazilian branch by Angers. Their combat effectiveness is not weak, and their investigation capabilities are even better. In just three months, they
Increased task completion rate by ten percentage points.
These people are the Fuma Family, one of the Eight Sheqi Families. They were once the killers of the Eight Sheqi Families. As long as the family has orders, they can teach the Japanese Prime Minister what it means to be open-minded.
As sharp swords, they do not have much self-will. Even Fuma Kotaro, the head of the family, does not have his own name, but has always used the name of the original head of the family as his code name.
This structure greatly improved their stability, and also allowed them to be successfully taken over by Angers after the disappearance of the Sheqi Eight Family, and then distributed to various branches that were short of people.
As the head of the family, Fuma Kotaro and some of the elites were assigned to the South American branch. Their mission was not to support the local branch, but to recover the dragon veins produced by the eight Sheqi families in the past.
In the past, the Evolution Sect relied on the Yamata no Orochi to extract a large amount of evolution medicine Dragon Vein from its blood. Some of these medicines were retained by the traitors in the eight snake families, and the other part was sent to South America, and then flowed in the black market everywhere.
Eventually, there were countless Deadpools in the slums of South America.
Now, Fuma Kotaro was half-kneeling in front of Ange and Ander, reporting his achievements over the past few days to them.
As a qualified knife, Fuma Kotaro doesn't care about human rights or other unknown things. His rules for dealing with the Fuma family are very simple: tie people up, ask for information, then pour cement on them and throw them into the sea in Rio de Janeiro.
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"I understand the truth, why do you need to pour cement?" Ander couldn't help complaining: "Why don't you just bury it?"
Fuma Kotaro was stunned for a moment, and then he answered after being silent for a while: "In this way, it seems more like a gangster."
"Here seems to prefer to peel off the skin or hang the head on a telephone pole," Angers interjected: "But we should continue to listen to what he has to say."
Fuma Kotaro breathed a sigh of relief and began to continue talking.
In the past three months, after pouring no less than 300 cement piles, this group of ninja killers who were about to become civil servants finally found a major poisonous leader. He was the main recipient of the batch of dragon veins back then.
Even though he was just a kid, Fuma Kotaro was very cautious and chased him personally. The other party was very well-informed and had fled to the vast Amazon rainforest early, but the Feng Mo family master still caught the other party's tail.
So, after entering the rainforest, Fuma Kotaro followed the other person's escape trajectory. Just when he was about to catch up with that person, a sudden change occurred.
"Suddenly there was a pyramid in the rain forest, and a giant snake with wings was entangled on the tower." Fuma Kotaro vividly described the situation at that time: "The giant snake rolled up a whirlwind and blew me down from the tree. When I
I went back to that area and couldn't find that location again."
"Then you found this inscription there?" Angers frowned and clicked on the photo in his hand.
Fuma Kotaro nodded: "Yes, this stone monument suddenly appeared like a pyramid, and there were some human bones around it. These were definitely not seen before."
Angers looked at the mission report in his hand and nodded: "You go out first."
"Yes." Fuma Kotaro responded with a bow, and then reincarnated and went out, leaving Ander and Ange sitting on the sofa.
"The time is right," Angers said, pointing to the time on the report: "It happens to be the time when Hela releases the word spirit."
"That Word Spirit caused quite a commotion, and the Doomsday Party was scared to death." Ender smiled and nodded. Hela's Word Spirit exposed the location of the Nibelungs on Earth, which naturally included the Doomsday Party.
Send that artificial fake.
At that time, the Doomsday Sect was in chaos, and the fluctuations caused by the spirit were not small, and even the module that maintained the temperature failed for a time. According to Qiao Weini, many guinea fowls in the chicken farm died.
"According to the report, the Nibelungen should have been moved?" Angers frowned: "Or is there a problem at the uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com border because of Hella's spirit?"
"It's all possible. You can't be sure until you get there." Ender spread his hands and raised his head randomly and said, "Look, how are you going to get in without me?"
"Use Agent Orange to destroy the rainforest in that area, and then drop cloud bombs?" Angers tilted his head and calmly said a crazy plan, and Ender complained helplessly:
"This is the American style. As a British person, you should provoke the two dragon kings to fight each other and be a good troublemaker."
"Sorry, I have been in the United States for a long time." Angers shrugged, but kept opening and closing the folding knife in his hand. For him, this was a rare opportunity, an opportunity that he had been waiting for a hundred years.
Angers stood up, walked to the hotel window, and looked at the slums with dim yellow lights in the distance. A hundred years ago, he never thought about today, but now, everything is finally coming to an end.
His revenge, his rage, will be dissipated in this operation.
Snapped!
"What are you pretending to be?" Ander slapped Angers on the back: "Why are you pretending to be serious for an old gangster? Don't act like you are not going to die soon. You still have a long time to live."
Angers smiled bitterly. As a dragon, Ender always viewed everything with his own sense of time, but he knew that even if he had dragon blood, he was still an old man.
"Ah, you look like I'm going to die, I'm going to die again," Ander curled his lips: "Don't be so virtuous, believe me, you will survive, there are still many places we have not ventured."
"So, live on and witness my legend, Angers." Ander stretched out a fist and said with a smile: "It's a deal?"
Angers smiled and bumped fists with Ander: "It's a deal."