#237. Which one are you more afraid of?
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Favela.
A word used to refer to a slum in Brazil, such as a slum in the United States.
One of them, Paraisopolis, is a huge favela with more than 300,000 confirmed residents, and was a notorious slum in many ways in Sao Paulo.
Numerous shacks and illegal buildings look like toy blocks piled up with Jung-gu heating.
Like a gang with a gun hanging around openly.
The poor people with pale faces are scattered on the streets with the sky as their blankets.
If Rose, the Blue Dragon Princess, would have seen it, she would have wanted to bombard it with a mountain of donations right away, because this was a place where everyday scenes were commonplace.
âHey, I heard business is going well these days? Then why donât you spend more protection money?â
âEat my dick, police officer. Even if the business goes well, the boss eats everything anyway, so do you think there will be money to feed you?â
âBeing petty between partners.â
âMy partner is like a parasite that eats the money of a pestilent criminal.â
âInstead, a parasite with a gun and power.â
The reason Zeir openly accepted money in the middle of the street was because this was Paraisopolis.
As is the case in most parts of Brazil, especially here, the ties between corrupt cops and gangs were no secret.
No, it was better to show off openly.
That way, there wonât be an asshole who thinks otherwise.
Of course, the gangs take care of whether to shoot a bullet in the back of the head or sell the family as prostitutes, but dealing with the disappearance was also a nuisance.
It was even more annoying if there were foreigners or high-ranking officials among the missing people.
âhuh? Police officer, what is that?â
âWhat is⦠Huh?â
So it was.
This Paraisopolis, where most cars are afraid of being stolen.
That is why Jair blinked at the sight of a car that came to this place without hesitation and stopped in the middle of a narrow road.
âtruck? isnât it an armored car? It seems like itâs too luxurious for something like thatâ¦â
I was a bit confused when I saw a strange mass vehicle that I had never seen before.
He soon hardened his face.
ââ¦Isnât that the mark of Quetzalcoatl?â
âwhat?â
The gangsters freaked out as soon as they heard the word Quetzalcoatl.
As they watched with wary eyes, a dark-haired young man with cheeky eyes got out of the driverâs seat of the truck.
One more time to look around.
The young man headed to the back of the truck and tapped the back.
âGet off, sir.â
Wei Ying.
It was right after that.
The rear of the truck came down on its own to create a staircase, and a thick metal door like a safe opened inside and a woman appeared.
Well-groomed green hair.
A garment wrapped in layers.
Even the gloves that cover both hands.
A beauty with a morbid beauty in a noble atmosphere that doesnât fit in with these slums.
The moment they saw Maiaâs green hair, the poor people strewn about on the street jumped up in fright.
Then, with a fearful expression on his face, he hurriedly scattered in all directions.
But Maia didnât care about peopleâs reactions.
He just looked at Limon with cold eyes as he greeted him with a single smile.
ââ¦I donât know if Iâll be able to do it well because itâs been a while, but your driving skills are amazing.â
âBecause I learned to drive well in the past.â
I donât know if I can say I learned it from driving an army truck through the fire of World War II, but Limon answered boldly.
Anyway, Iâve never been hit by a bullet or had a car accident, then or now.
Looking at Limon like that, I frowned for a while.
Maia finally clicked her tongue and asked.
âHave you heard from Arbella why I am here?â
âyes.â
âThen I guess you know what to do from now on.â
âNo, I donât know.â
Limon responded immediately.
Then he looked at Maia, who was looking at him, and continued talking casually.
âYou canât guess what youâre not ordered to do and do it your own way, right?â
He said that he was ordered to drive a truck to this place, and that he did not act on his own in anticipation of Maiaâs intentions.
Maia snorted at Limonâs attitude, which Arbella would have rated as a professional slave.
âThen I will give you an order. Somewhere in this ghetto, thereâs a gang boss named Antonio. Find him and capture him alive.â
ââ¦You mean to find someone youâve never seen in this vast place?â
In this huge slum with a population of more than 300,000, to find a single person and a gang boss.
It was an order that was tantamount to finding a needle in a sandy beach where even the grandson of a famous detective or a native of Sao Paulo would stick out his tongue.
But Maia did not raise an eyebrow.
I just twisted my lips slightly.
âCanât you?â
It was as if he was asking if he could not do even this level of work with the subject of selling himself at such a high price.
Maia with a cold sneer.
Seeing her like that, Limon narrowed his eyes.
âDo you really want to see my skills?â
Limon laughed inwardly.
It was clear at once that Maia was giving her this order because she wanted to see her fight.
It was a tricky method.
If she fought using something similar to a sword, she would immediately find out Limonâs true identity.
However, instead of rejecting the obvious provocation, Limon smiled and replied.
âI didnât say I couldnât do it.â
âThen do it.â
âItâs only if itâs a name.â
Like a lazy but faithful slave.
Limon nodded and immediately went into action.
While other poor people were fleeing, they strode toward the gang members who were not backing down because of face.
Surprised by the sudden approach, the gang members reflexively drew their guns, but Limon was not at all nervous and asked casually.
âHey, who is your boss?â
âO que?â
âQuem é o teu patrão (Who is your boss?).â
A gang member who just makes an absurd expression because he hears a question so out of the blue that he canât answer.
Limon decided to help them understand.
âOkay then ask differently. Do you know where the bastard named Antonio is?â
ââ¦why?â
The gang members hardened their faces at once.
Limon smiled and opened his mouth after seeing them revealing a distinct tension different from the vague alert from a while ago.
âbingo.â
âwhat?â
âI thought that Antonio had to go to a little bit to catch a baby, but as soon as I started, I didnât know how to find Tolani.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYou bastardâ¦!â
I just took it with my senses, but I was lucky.
Seeing Limon smirk, one gang member reflexively pulled the trigger.
Clap!
But the gun never fired.
It was because Limon had grabbed his pistol and locked the safety catch.
âThey shoot at me for just asking one question⦠You bastards who donât see people as people.â
Looking straight into the eyes of the gang member who was struggling to retrieve his handgun somehow, Limon smiled coldly.
âThen you donât have to treat me like a human, do you?â
Crunchy!
âAaaagh!â
âThis XXX baby!â
âdie!â
A gang member sat down screaming in pain as his fingers were crushed like millet cans.
The other gang member, who saw such a comrade, rolled his eyes and immediately tried to shoot Limon.
It was like a gangster who didnât think about what would happen if he opened fire in the presence of his colleagues in front and behind him.
But they are too late.
When the gang members are aiming at Limon.
He was snatching up in the air a handgun dropped by a gang member with a broken finger.
Tadadang!
âBillion!â âUgh?â âKeah!â
Guns whirring, deafening roars, and short screams.
It happened in an instant.
The fact that Limon, who had gripped the pistol, did not even turn his head, let alone aim, and only bent his arm and pulled the trigger three times.
The three gunshots, each with their guns smashed or ricocheted off, bloody gangsters sitting there clutching broken arms.
Limon, who had subdued four gang members in the blink of an eye and twirled the pistol in his hand before inserting it next to his belt, stopped abruptly.
ââ¦Tsk, I heard that a three-year-old habit lasts until eighty.â
âAnyway, Billyâs got me into a bad habit.â
Itâs been a while since Iâve had a gun.
Itâs been a while since I clicked my tongue for moving as I did when I was wandering around the wilderness with my nerdy disciple.
In the end, Limon, who had no holster but had a handgun tucked into his waistband, crouched down in front of the moaning gang members who were sprawling on the floor.
Then, with both hands on his chin, he said with a bored face.
âWhy didnât you answer me when I asked you a nice question like that? If that were the case, there wouldnât have been such a misfortune.â
âYou you you bastard!â
Fuck!
âLetâs omit the stories about family swearing, revenge, or fear of repercussions. Iâm tired of listening to so many similar repertoires.â
Before one gang member could even answer.
Limon turned his head away as he slapped him in the face, making his teeth pour out like corn.
Then he smiled coldly as he looked at the remaining three gang members who were looking at him with eyes mixed with anger and fear.
âFrom now on, we only accept one person on a first-come, first-served basis. Are you willing to tell me where your boss is?â
âFuck it!â
âI left you behind!â
âfor a moment! We donât know where the boss is⦠Kww!â
âUnfortunately, three people were eliminated.â
One hit the stomach, one hit the head on the ground, and the other hit the back of the neck.
In the end, Limon, who put all four gang members in a stupefied state, got up from his seat as if he hadnât expected much from the beginning.
Then he smiled and looked around.
âSuddenly, you became the final winner. Congratulations cop.â
âNana? Why me?â
From the time Limon came to the present.
A policeman who was almost completely engrossed, but only got a frightened expression after being asked his own question.
Looking at Jair, Limon said casually.
âYou said that. The boss will only accept one person on a first-come, first-served basis.â
âThat includes me too?â
âwhy? Did you think it wasnât you?â
Wouldnât it be like being brothers with gang members if you accepted and ate money that is more precious than blood?
Jairâs expression turned pale as Limon grinned, pointing at the wad of money still in his hand.
âOh, no. I canât speak.â
âcan not?â
âokay! I donât know if itâs a foreigner like you, but here you canât survive just talking about Antonio!â
Jayre gritted his teeth.
If Antonioâs whereabouts are revealed, not only himself, but also his familyâs relatives will suffer terrible retribution.
For him, he would rather die if he died, and he could never open his mouth.
It was all the more so because he had a vague idea of who was behind Antonio.
âOh yeah? Then there is nothing you can do.â
âthenâ¦!â
âDid you know how to sayâ¦?â
Limon made a cold expression when he saw Jair like that.
Just by looking at his fearful expression, I could tell that Jair was a corrupt cop who had been directly or indirectly involved in the âretaliationâ many times over.
Thatâs why Limon laughed.
âCop man, can I tell you something interesting?â
âItâs no use threatening anything! I never say anything!â
âReally? Even if I told you by someoneâs order that youâre looking for that bastard?â
ââ¦!â
Hearing those words, Jair unknowingly turned blue.
Only then did he realize.
There are only two people who can confidently take down a gangster in Brazil.
That it is only a madman who wants to die or a psychopath who has someone scarier than a gang behind him.
And looking at the truck with Quetzalcoatlâs mark on it and the green-haired beauty watching from the back with her arms crossed, it was clear which answer was the answer.
âTell me which one is more terrifying: the Green Dragon Clanâs threat or the gangâs retaliation.â
terrible life.
terrible death.
Which of the two do you like more?
Jayre couldnât help but despair as he watched Limon speak with a smile on his face.