Chapter 512 (1/2)

The roadside of the common people's cave is full of people.

Old and middle-aged men and women wear casually, slippers, shorts and vests look a bit like China many years ago.

There are various things sitting under their buttocks, such as horse ties, plastic chairs and benches.

Some of them chat, some drink, some eat, some do not forget to do housework.

There are many children gathered together to play. The ball is their most common toy.

Even if there is only a small flat, several children can have a good time around a ball.

The kingdom of football! Luke sighed and went on.

To be honest, it's not much worse than the slums in Los Angeles. It's a mess.

Under the viaduct in Los Angeles, there must be someone holding a plastic shed on their own. There are many people sleeping on the side of the road in busy areas. At least there are houses here.

No money. It's slums everywhere.

Luke soon entered a winding lane.

This kind of alley is about one meter wide, enough for two people to cross by the wrong shoulder.

It twists and stretches back and forth in one building. The close building walls on both sides make the space extremely narrow.

Luke walked into the alley for tens of meters. Behind him, on the building and in the window, he quietly showed his head one by one.

On the road ahead of him, four or five young people came out.

These young people are rebellious, disheveled and even shirtless.

But almost all of them had guns in their hands. On the roof a little further away, there were still a few with rifles.

They had no one to say anything, but surrounded him in silence, as if they wanted to wait for him to say something.

Luke grinned. ”I want someone.”

The shirtless youth looked at him: ”we are not policemen.”

Luke laughed more happily. ”Yes, that's why I came to you.”

The shirtless youth looked at him suspiciously.

Luke has made up a little, sunglasses and a big beard, which makes him look less tender, but his temperament is different from these people.

He smiled and slowly pulled out a stack of green bills from the small backpack behind him and threw them at him: ”this is the deposit. Whether you can help me or not, the money is yours. ”

The eyes of a group of people around grew green with the money.

People here are far more sensitive to money than ordinary people. Several people who can see the face can't help swallowing their saliva - it's a hundred face knife.

This pile should be at least ten thousand dollars.

It's definitely a lot of money for these people.

The shirtless young man subconsciously catches the pile of beautiful knife, quickly strokes it with his thumb and index finger, and makes sure that it is not a fake bill, and the bills in it are all 100 denominations, and his face is hesitant.

”You wait.” He said, taking the pile of beautiful knives and entering the next room.

Luke was not in a hurry either. He took out a chocolate cream lollipop in his backpack.

He slowly peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

He looked so calm that a group of people around him stared at him strangely.

Surrounded by dozens of gunmen, people who can still be so calm are either insane or confident.

He felt a line of sight not far away, a relatively small young man.