It's over 2 pm now, and many people are already considering where to have afternoon tea. In Las’Tals, the eastern suburb of Santa Cruz, a central Bolivian city, many people have not even had lunch here.

In the past, they might be giving away food to collect food, but today many people are huddling in their houses and dare not go out because there was a fire exchange in the southern suburbs. The biggest gang leader Abraham was beaten to death.

The revenge between the gangs and factions had nothing to do with those ordinary poor people, but I don’t know which god Abraham offended the dead ghost. Now there are armed helicopters everywhere in the sky, and military and police officers everywhere on the ground, as well as fully armed troops, are seeking Las’Tals.

In order to be afraid of being affected by fish in the pond, many people would rather go hungry than go out, for fear of being taken away by gang members.

Fang Yuanshan here originally planned to leave after killing the "Ali", but since he had done it, he would just do it all and equate all the black and gang members in this slums.

After receiving his order, dozens of armed helicopters were dispatched from the base, and more than 2,000 soldiers were drawn from Paraguay and Brazil's Rondoni Asia to start a concentrated search in the slums.

As mentioned above, the terrain here is complex and all of them are poor. Without food, who cares about your army or not? For this reason, after the group contacted the city of Santa Cruz, they transported a large amount of material to Las’Tals.

Oliver, who was by Fang Yuanshan and walking towards the base gate, said with a worried look: "Boss, this is not a good idea. It is useless to rely on relief for hundreds of thousands of people there, but they have to rely on themselves to support themselves."

Of course he knew that the problem was that the group's original plan had not yet arrived in Bolivia, and today it was just a coincidence. A bed bug slapped him and slapped him to death, but the possible riots and the melee of gangs and factions fighting for power and profit were not within his original considerations.

He did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of him. Thinking that it had already begun anyway, he simply sent a large army to suppress it.

After the suppression? There are worlds where there are people. Without food and clothing, Las’Tals will soon appear the second and third Abraham. Will he kill them all?

Just as he was thinking about how to deal with the slum, Oliver next to him asked, "Boss, what should those two Americans do?"

"What should I do? Send it to the local police station, submit their confessions together, and make a case for me and send it to the prison. In addition, I will also ask Bolivia and foreign journalists to report it."

"Uh... OK"

Oliver has heard a lot of rumors about his boss, saying that he is a god of war, invulnerable to swords and guns, and can dodge bullets. Some people even say that he is a god and knows Eastern magic.

Oliver basically laughed at the above, and got people from the battlefield of blood and fire, and there were only two things he believed in, guns and fists.

But all this has changed today. Fang Yuanshan's grand figure, which was motionless in the face of gunfire, has now been deeply imprinted into his mind.

Not everyone can do this kind of courage, it is a manifestation of extreme confidence in his own strength. From this point of view, Oliver believes that those private legends are very likely to be true, and he even suspects that this boss really knows Eastern magic.

"What do you think?"

"Uh...Boss, what's wrong?"

He looked at the foreign correspondents and crowds at the gate of the base and said strangely: "What's going on with these people?"

Oliver's eyes also shifted to the main entrance of the base, looked at it helplessly and said, "I don't know where these people got the news. Now I'm rushing over and joining the local tribe to ask us to hand over the murderer."

Their base is about fifteen kilometers east of "Pelas Port", and behind it is a large jungle and swamp, which usually doesn't even appear here. Unexpectedly, they all rushed over today.

Maybe when they saw them coming, reporters holding microphones and camera equipment rushed towards them, the soldiers behind immediately met.

"Are you Mr. Fang? What do you think about the strong .j.i.a.n of your subordinates?"

"We are from the International Human Rights Alliance. Mr. Fang, you allow your subordinates to commit violence in Bolivia. Is such an act really in line with international human rights law?"

"We are from the Spanish Pioneer. How will you deal with the powerful criminal? Will it be the internal trial of the South American Security Alliance or hand him over to the local court in Bolivia?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang, please tell me your specific views on this matter!"

Fang Yuanshan, who was walking forward with a dark face, suddenly stopped and turned to look at dozens of reporters coldly. The sharp eyes as sharp as a knife made a group of reporters no longer dare to speak. The female reporter was even scared to the point of being pale.

After the gates were all quiet, he turned around and left without saying a word. The base gate was a pulley-type fence. When they approached, the soldiers on duty pushed the door open after saluting.

The reporter who was not afraid of death was about to follow in, but was immediately stopped. Then another noisy sound poured into Fang Yuanshan's ears.

“Where are the others?”

Oliver's deputy, an Asian man stepped forward and said respectfully: "He is now locked in a lockdown."

A group of soldiers were being trained on the playground ahead. Most of these soldiers were recruited locally, with soldiers from the Nan'an Ministry acting as captains, instructors and tactical commanders.

After seeing them, the young soldier stopped training and looked at them.

Fang Yuanshan walked towards the playground and said, "Bring him here."

Fang Yuanshan knew that he was not a material for leading troops to fight, so many of the powers were decentralized. Moreover, the Nan'an Ministry of State had very strong power in each country's branch, and the local garrison could not control them, which made the soldiers become unscrupulous.

There is another problem. The veterans recruited are from all over the world, and the quality of the personnel inside is inevitably mixed, and he is not very clear about the specific situation.

Frowning and thinking about these things, people had already arrived at the training ground. Many people had already recognized who Fang Yuanshan was and slowly stopped the movements in their hands.

Directly in front of the training ground, a man in training uniform spoke a few words of Spanish loudly. After the team was closed, he quickly ran over, stood attentively and saluted, and said loudly in Portuguese: "Report to the chief, all the staff have gathered, please give me instructions."

A breeze blew from the forest in the distance, bringing a hint of coolness on this hot afternoon. He quietly looked at the hundreds of strong men on the playground, and his mouth moved slightly, but finally found that he didn't know what to say.

Needless to say, there is no need to say any inspiring words. One day with him, these soldiers are basically unlikely to go to the real battlefield, and at most they will only be diligent to maintain Bolivia's public order. And such things are guided by professionals, so he doesn't need to say anything more.

Several instructors and base chiefs were looking at him, their faces full of excitement. Fang Yuanshan is synonymous with "god" in their minds. What kind of courage does it take to conquer the entire South America with his own strength?

Seeing the people around him looking at him, he felt that he still had to say something. He coughed and said, "Most of you come to join the army with the goal of good welfare and good treatment, right? Well, when you are a soldier, I don't have much demands on you. Just do your job well."

"Ba, bha..."

Under Oliver's translation, the men on the playground all clapped their hands.

Just as I stopped here, a group of people came over there, pressing down a man in a white vest, and loosened him when he arrived in front of him.

"Uncle him with handcuffs"

"Here your head."

The man who lowered his head slowly raised his head, and a Mediterranean skin color appeared in Fang Yuanshan's eyes. He was less than 1.8 meters tall, dark hair, dim eyes, sharp chin, and thick beard. This was the strong slap in Pierce's mouth - Adams Congreve.

"come, look into my eyes and tell me what your name is?"

"My name is Adams Congreve."

"Speak louder."

"Report to the sir, my name is Adams Congreve."

“When did you join the group?”

“May 30, 2010”

"Haha, I'm still a veteran. Now tell me, are you strong.j.i.a.n?"

Looking at Fang Yuanshan's dark eyes, Adams on the opposite side shook his head firmly and said, "I'm not strong.j.i.a.n. We negotiated the price before, but she regretted it afterwards and asked me for $100, and then...and I left there in anger..." As he said that, Adams lowered his head again.

The muscles on Fang Yuanshan's face twitched, walked forward and grabbed his hair to make him tilt his head, and then slapped him hard.

"Bang"

As he slapped, his heart trembled throughout the playground, including Oliver, but no one dared to ask for help.

"You bastard, labor and capital give you such a high salary, you actually went out to prostitute. Bullshit, you are really good!"

"Boss...I...I..."

"Is that true? Remember to pay for prostitutes in the future, get out of here!"

Adams, who was standing there, raised his head in disbelief. He thought that the thunder rain would be greeted, but he didn't expect that it would be just a slap?

"What do you think it's that simple? Just go back and lock up for 15 days"

"Thank you... Thank you, boss, thank you"

"Thank you, get out of here"

Seeing Adams' tears flowing out, the group of people around him suddenly burst into laughter silently.

Fang Yuanshan said dissatisfiedly: "People have physical needs, I don't blame you for this. But you should be very clear about what my bottom line is Oliver. Those two Americans are role models. There is another one, who will not pay for prostitution in the future, and labor will cut off his lower body."
Chapter completed!