Chapter 337: God Bless Brazil

The rich South America, the beautiful and charming City of God.

Entering December in Rio, even though the sun had set and time had entered the night, it was still incomparably hot.

In a corner southwest of Rio's bustling downtown, it was one of the many slums in this City of God. Locals liked to call it 'DreUrhahh'. It was said that this was also the name of the Dutch-descended gang boss who first established 'order' here more than ninety years ago.

That's right, in the slums spread throughout Rio, especially in Rio city, the authority and voice of the government and even the military police were far inferior to some gang bosses. The reason was simple: they had people, guns, and territory.

'DreUrhahh's' only fresh food warehouse—Igor Fishery—was just as busy as usual today, not quiet at all because of the arrival of night.

On the contrary, the entire fresh food warehouse was still a scene of bustling activity.

Hundreds of young, strong men wearing fishy coats moved back and forth between the warehouse and several seafood trucks parked in front of the warehouse, constantly moving boxes full of various sea fish into the fresh food warehouse.

This scene, which looked like ordinary labor, was not as simple as it looked.

Because at this time, outside the fresh food warehouse, dozens of young men holding AKs and UZIs, with their arms and bodies covered in various evil tattoos of unknown meaning, looking more ferocious and violent than the next, were loudly scolding the slum residents passing by to get lost quickly.

Occasionally seeing some young women with a bit of charm passing by, they would either whistle or make lewd remarks. If it weren't for some scruples, just looking at the lewd smiles on these people's faces, they might have already surrounded them and forcibly demanded to have sex with those young women passing by.

Although Brazil didn't ban guns, it didn't mean that just anyone could get them, especially the high-caliber automatic rifles with considerable power that appeared on these young, strong men, which were explicitly prohibited from being sold to the civilian market by many countries.

Linking this to the fact that this was a slum in Rio, the identities of these people were self-evident.

They came from the 'Meseta Tiger Gang', the largest gang controlling this slum named 'DreUrhahh'.

Inside the fresh food warehouse, Red-Nosed Kichi had a hand-rolled cigar with extra ingredients in his mouth, but his eyes were as ferocious as a hungry wolf.

Dozens of heavily armed personnel, looking even better equipped than those guarding outside the warehouse, were vigilantly distributed in every corner of the fresh food warehouse.

Kichi sat on a sofa, hugging a young girl with brown skin and an exceptionally hot and sexy figure. His left hand, wearing three thick gold rings each inlaid with a blue and green gemstone, was reaching evilly into the hot bra of the beauty in his arms, constantly kneading the two plump balls of flesh below, and then spat out a thick, long column of smoke.

"How is this batch of goods? Sosabi, what do you think of that Frenchman?"

The bright red nose looked even more conspicuous than usual under the lights in the fresh food warehouse.

Kichi wantonly kneaded the sensitive parts of the sexy Brazilian girl in his arms, who was blushing but didn't dare to resist, his ferocious eyes staring straight at a fat black man standing respectfully in front of him.

That fat black man, whom he called 'Sosabi', was holding a bag of white powder that emitted a strong fishy smell, his eyes full of greed as he looked at it.

"The goods are fine, Boss. That Frenchman is very cautious. The people I sent to inquire about his identity either went missing or were knocked unconscious and thrown on the side of the road. Because I was afraid of affecting the transaction, I had to stop and didn't continue to investigate. However, the transaction was very successful. The Frenchman didn't play any tricks. After the transaction, he also asked me to bring you a message, saying that he has not only white goods but also military supplies, and he has whatever you want. If we want to buy, it's the same standard!"

His throat swallowed constantly, Sosabi took out a military knife from his waist and stabbed the bag of white powder he was holding.

Pfft!

With a faint sound, he pulled out the military knife stained with a lot of white powder and licked it, and a satisfied expression immediately appeared on his face.

"Good goods with such high purity, I don't know where they got them from." Saying that, he handed the bag of white powder to Red-Nosed Kichi.

Kichi flicked the ash off his cigar, then let go of the sexy beauty he was holding, and patted her buttocks to signal her to go aside.

After the sexy beauty left, he put the cigar on a foam box that should have been filled with seafood. His right hand took the bag of white powder and smelled it first, then pinched a small pinch of white powder with his left hand and licked it, his eyes immediately narrowed.

"Good stuff, with such pure goods, did the Frenchman transport them from Mexico?"

Gangs have never been separated from yellow, gambling, and drugs, not to mention that this is the City of God, one of the largest cities in South America.

The 'Meseta Tiger Gang' controlled by Kichi is the same, involved in yellow, gambling, and drugs, especially drugs. The Tiger Gang controls nearly one-fifth of the drug supply in Rio.

In recent years, being able to rise from 'DreUrhahh', an inconspicuous slum in Rio, and expand its power to a huge scale of nearly a thousand people, Kichi naturally has some small secrets.

For example, he himself was able to master a stable supply channel because he accidentally saved a Colombian drug lord more than ten years ago. Kichi and his Tiger Gang were able to rise from this inconspicuous slum and become one of the largest forces in Rio today.

Sneezing, Kichi couldn't help rubbing his red nose, which he cared about most, and casually put the bag of white goods on the foam box next to him.

"Military supplies? Cheap military supplies?"

He couldn't help but sneer, "Do they dare to sell us planes, cannons, and tanks? What's the use of us buying them? To overthrow the government?"

Sosabi also couldn't help laughing with him. For these gang members, the successive Brazilian governments in recent decades have been as satisfactory as they could be. Although some politicians trying to reform occasionally emerge, facing the situation of corruption, political infighting, and endless infighting in Brazil for more than half a century, they can only be mantises trying to stop a chariot, a drop in the bucket.

Such a government is simply the best. They have no money and no energy to manage gang forces. During the Olympic Games not long ago, gang members even dared to jump out openly to rob and extort. What was the performance of the Brazilian government?

Cowardly!

The high-level police in Rio even had to politely ask Kichi and the others to come forward to restrain their subordinates!

Such a government is simply the best!

Kichi soon picked up the cigar again, took a fierce puff, and squinted his eyes, shaking it lightly. "God bless Brazil, and bless us too. Sosabi, you go back and tell the Frenchman that I am very satisfied with this batch of goods. We don't need military supplies, but if the price of his white goods is always 30% lower than the market price, tell him, I want as much as he has!" ===== CHAPTER 338 =====