Recife is the largest city in northeastern Brazil and the capital of Pernambuco. Its population is about five times that of Natal, and its economic strength in later generations ranked fifth in Brazil.
At this time, in a Portuguese-style two-story building on Leman Street in Recife, a middle-aged Indian with long hair was lying on a wooden bench enjoying the massage service of a chestnut-haired big-wavy beauty.
From his unconscious moans from time to time, it can be seen that he is enjoying it very much.
"A little higher, yes, yes.
Right here, push harder, mmm! It feels good.
Haha...you are really my little baby.
Tear, gently,
Ah! All right, now you can use your strength!"
The sound made the two young men standing at the door feel a little hot all over, and their eyes were unconsciously attracted to the perfect curves of the chestnut-haired wavy beauty.
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But such a peaceful and quiet scene was soon interrupted by a hurried knock on the door.
The two young men looked at each other, and seemed unwilling to leave their boss' side, wanting to fulfill their duties as bodyguards.
As to whether they really fulfilled their duties, only they themselves know.
They exchanged glances and stared at each other, trying to make the other surrender with their eyes and go down to open the door.
But it was obvious that neither of them was willing to leave their posts.
Finally, the hasty knock on the door caused dissatisfaction among the long-haired middle-aged man who was enjoying the massage, and he cursed:
"Are you deaf?
Get down and open the door."
One of the two young men, who was a little thin, finally gave in after hearing the boss's scolding.
After unconsciously looking at the big chestnut waves for a few more times, she walked downstairs reluctantly. When she turned the corner, she did not forget to make a friendly gesture to another young man.
The other young man returned the same gesture with a look of disdain.
The slightly frail young man, with an unhappy expression on his face, walked down the stairs cursing. Before he even reached the door, he shouted:
"Who is it?"
The young man outside shouted anxiously:
"Vasek, you bastard! Open the door, I'm Gilad.
Something big has happened, take me to see the boss quickly."
The two men obviously knew each other, and they knew who the person was when they heard the voices inside.
The young man called Vasek seemed more casual when he heard the other person's voice, but he still had an unhappy expression on his face.
He walked slowly to the door and said as he opened it:
"Girard, you bastard, you went to the boss that time to tell him something important.
But in reality, they are all trivial matters.
If you continue to be so startled and disturb the boss from enjoying Miss Luna's massage service,
The boss will throw you off the building."
As the door opened, a black guy with an afro pushed the door open and rushed in.
He hastily pushed away Vasek who was still standing at the door, cursing:
"This is a serious matter, a matter of life and death, so get out of my way.
If you let the boss down, he'll kill you!"
Before he could finish his words, the man had already flown past Vasek and rushed into the stairs leading to the second floor.
After being pushed, Vasek had an expression of disbelief on his face. He looked down at the stairs and the figure had disappeared.
He continued to curse in dissatisfaction:
“I’ll be damned if I believe you.
I opened the door for you, but not only did you not say thank you, you actually pushed me open.
This rude bastard."
He stuck his head out of the window and looked twice. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he slowly closed the door and walked upstairs.
The black guy with an afro named Girard strode up the stairs and came directly to the door of the long-haired middle-aged man, shouting:
"Boss, something big has happened. Boss!"
Before he could cross the threshold, he was blocked by a young man standing at the door.
"Girard, what do you want to do? Have you forgotten the rules when meeting the boss?
Stand still, I want to search you."
The middle-aged man with long hair who was enjoying the massage service in the room did not say anything and continued to enjoy the massage service with big chestnut waves.
Girard was stopped and had no choice but to stand outside the door with his arms open, allowing the young man standing at the door to search him.
While being searched, Girard wanted to continue reporting the situation.
But after taking one look at the chestnut-haired girl who was massaging the middle-aged woman with long hair, he had to swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Finally, the young man at the door completed the body search, and Vasek, who went downstairs to open the door, also walked to the door.
The man in charge of the body search looked at the big chestnut wave and said:
"No problem, Boss."
If outsiders saw this, they would think that this big chestnut wave was his boss!
The long-haired middle-aged man didn't even raise his head and spoke directly:
"Let him in!"
The young man at the door heard the boss's words and then made way to let Girard in.
Girard ignored the young man standing at the door and stepped directly into the room.
Watching the long-haired middle-aged man enjoying a massage.
Because of the big maroon wave, Girard was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should continue reporting.
After all, there are outsiders here.
The long-haired boss waited for a while and heard no one talking, so he turned around, opened his eyes, and looked at Girard who was standing in the room with a conflicted look on his face.
"Didn't you say something big happened? What was it?"
Girard hesitated for a moment, and when he saw that the boss didn't seem to want Dabolang to leave, he said:
"Boss, there's something wrong with that big shot's goods."
The middle-aged man with long hair, who was lying on the bench enjoying a massage, jumped up from the bench as if he had been electrocuted when he heard these words.
Jean, who had been lying on his back and massaging him, was pushed several steps away and let out a startled "Ah!".
He almost fell to the ground, but the long-haired middle-aged man seemed not to notice it. He waved his hand with a gloomy face and said:
"go out!"
When the girl with big chestnut waves saw the expression on the face of the middle-aged man with long hair, she knew that she couldn't say much, so she lowered her head and hurried to the door.
The two young men standing at the door watched the big wave pass by without stopping it.
However, the young man in charge of the body search twitched his nose twice, as if attracted by the scent of the chestnut-colored girl. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, and then he immediately returned to a serious expression.
The middle-aged man with long hair did not notice these. Now his attention was completely attracted by the news brought by Girard.
His eyes were fixed on Girard, like a ferocious beast ready to devour someone.
"Tell me clearly, what happened?"
Gilad, the black youth with an afro, felt uncomfortable under the gaze of the boss. He swallowed hard before saying:
“Boss, here’s the news from the police station.
Our ship carrying goods to Fernando de Noronha Island crossed the route of the naval fleet and was seized by the naval fleet.
During the seizure, the people on the ship exchanged fire with the navy.
The person in charge of escorting the ship died.
Our people, along with their ship and cargo, were seized by the navy.
Now the Navy has notified the Recife Police Department to go to the Natal Naval Base to take over the case! "
After hearing what Girard said, the middle-aged man with long hair was so angry that his hair almost stood up.
Panting, he said:
“Asshole, why are you intruding into the navy fleet’s route?
What does that bastard Wright want to do?
Is he tired of living?
Also, the person in charge of escorting them died, so why are they still alive?"
Girard, who was standing opposite, could feel the anger emanating from his boss, because the other party's smelly saliva had already sprayed onto his face.
But he didn't know the answers to the boss's questions.
And they don't dare to express their opinions casually, for fear of being used as a punching bag.
I could only stand there and let the boss vent his anger.
The middle-aged man with long hair and wearing only a top knew that his subordinates could not give him answers to these questions.
Fortunately, the Navy did not come directly to cause trouble, but let the Recife Police Department take over the investigation of the case, so there is still room for maneuver.
The key issue now is whether the batch of goods seized by the navy can be retrieved.
After all, the navy is not the police. If you want to take things out of the navy's pockets, you can't just have money.
He had heard about what kind of naval fleet the navy based at the Natal Naval Base was like.
That's a fleet with aircraft carriers.
The Yakubu family, which had once dominated Natal, was wiped out from Brazil overnight.
No underworld forces dare to interfere in Natal now.
The original DP transport lines through Natal were diverted to other places.
After venting his impotent rage for a while, the middle-aged man with long hair seemed to remember something and grabbed the clothes beside the bench and put them on.
He said to Vasek who was standing at the door:
"Prepare the vehicle and let's go back."
Vasek nodded to show that he understood, walked to the window, opened it, and looked outside, but saw nothing unusual.
He put his hand to his mouth and whistled.
Soon, more than a dozen people came out of the houses on both sides of the street, and Vasek pointed to the vehicles parked downstairs.
Everyone began to gather around the vehicles on the roadside.
After the middle-aged man with long hair put on his clothes, he pushed the door and walked out.
The three people upstairs hurriedly followed.
Walking to the car on the side of the road, Girard went forward very servilely and opened the car door.
Please get on the bus, middle-aged man with long hair.
The middle-aged man with long hair got into the car without even raising his eyelids.
Vasek sat in the driver's seat of the car and was responsible for driving.
The young man who was standing at the door and was responsible for searching people sat in the passenger seat.
After making sure that the long-haired middle-aged man was seated, Girard closed the car door quietly.
He walked to another car behind, opened the back door, and squeezed in.
After the convoy left, they went to the window of another room on the second floor of the small building where they had just come out.
The beautiful woman with big wavy chestnut hair, smooth wheat-colored skin and a good figure looked down and made sure that everyone had left.
Then I returned to the room and closed the window.
This is where he lives, and she is the lover of the long-haired middle-aged man.
The convoy left Le Mans Street and drove all the way to a two-story office building near a seaside dock warehouse.
This is their gang's base.
Driving the car into the yard in front of the office building, people kept coming out and nodding to the long-haired middle-aged man, calling him "Boss".
But the middle-aged man with long hair was obviously in no mood to deal with his subordinates today.
Instead, he walked directly into a room on the second floor with a sullen face.
After pushing the door open and entering, he said to a middle-aged man with wheat-colored skin:
"Jerry, prepare another batch of goods according to the last cargo list sent to Fernando de Noronha.
How long will it take you?"
The middle-aged man called Jerry was startled by the door suddenly opening, and instinctively wanted to turn around and curse.
But when he heard it was his boss's voice, he quickly swallowed back the swear word that was about to come out of his mouth.
"Ah! Boss, we don't have that many good products in our warehouse!
However, I heard that a batch of high-quality arms flowed out from the army some time ago.
The quantity is huge and was eaten by a big guy. If you want it, I will contact you now.
But it will take at least a week to get to Recife.”
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