"I don't want to be this damn hero at all!"

When the mayor of Rio de Janeiro left, our happy brother immediately complained loudly: "This is not fun at all. I am here to participate in the competition, not to help Rio police fight gangsters."

Not?

Not everyone wants to be a hero, especially if you have to figure out what you are doing here.

Brother Huanxi has already tasted the taste of being a hero in Paris. Now, he comes to Rio and just wants to compare the game with peace of mind, get a few more gold medals to repay those who trust him, and then leave Rio with peace of mind.

The rest?

He didn't want to care about the rest.

I don't want to worry about the sky falling.

"Why?" Hartman glanced at the young man: "Just a few hours ago, I just got the news that an athlete in your country was robbed."

ah?

Chinese athletes were robbed?

In Rio de Janeiro?

"He went to call the police, but found that in the police station in this city, there was a queue for the police to call the police." Hartman continued: "Do you think it's very ridiculous? There are already long queues for the police because of the robbery. Lei, if my Chinese people were robbed and I can solve it within my power, I will definitely take action."

Lei Huanxi fell silent.

People from their own country have been bullied, why don’t Neng take action?

But what really touched him was the following words of Hartman:

"Rio de Janeiro is in chaos, and it can be called the city of chaos. But don't underestimate this city. One day in the future, this city will play a crucial role, for you and me. At that time, the identity of a hero will make you more convenient for doing things."

I don’t know why, Brother Huanxi believes in every word and every word that the vulgar guy in front of me.

He didn't ask what happened in the future, because he knew that with Hartman's personality, he wouldn't say it even if he asked himself.

"What should I do?" Brother Huanxi asked just one question.

Hartmann smiled on his face: "18 Street Gangsters, Mara 18, the Savage El Salvadors. My friend, the Savage El Salvadors are in the same group. Their power is much stronger than the Savage El Salvador. We must win over one faction to attack the other. You choose, what will you do?"

"Of course it's a fight against the barbaric Salvador." Brother Huanxi said without thinking: "Anyway, it's all gangsters, so pick up the soft ones first."

"Yeah, that's right." Hartman was addicted to smoking and lit a cigar for himself: "But you have considered it from another perspective. Helping a person who is already very powerful will not give you much gratitude. But what about it? Helping a person who is weak to defeat a strong person? You will win his respect, at least in a short period of time."

Brother Huanxi seems to have understood something.

This is the case when attacking gangsters, isn’t it the same in the business world?

Hartman is not telling himself how to fight the gangsters, but telling himself how to do business.

"The strong will become stronger than the weak, and it will be difficult to control." Brother Huanxi seemed to be talking to himself: "Help the weak defeat the strong, control the weak and let him serve him. Is this the truth, Mr. Hartman?"

Hartman smiled: "You are very smart, my little one. On your future path, you will always encounter all kinds of strong and weak people, so how to make a choice is the problem you have to face."

When I first met Hartman, Brother Huanxi thought this guy was particularly vulgar and annoying.

Then, Hartman designed to "frame" himself, making himself almost crazy, and naturally stayed away from him.

But now, he found that he actually liked to be with this guy.

"There is the last and most important reason." Hartman suddenly became proud: "You and my brother, Stephen, who is always upright and noble, have also attacked gangsters in South Africa. I must do what he has done once."

I'll wipe it!

The rising favor for Hartman just now disappeared halfway.

I guess the reason why this vulgar guy is more because of this. He has to compare Stephen in everything, but he is still the pawn he has used.

Forget it, forget it, resisting is useless anyway. Hartman will always come up with all kinds of ways to make himself uneasy.

What do you say?

Since you are powerless to resist fate, enjoy it.

"Go and enjoy, my little one." Hartman looked at the time: "We'll set out in an hour."

Brother Huanxi sat down on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

He didn't ask where he was going in an hour, nor did he ask what he was going to do.

His attitude made Hartman stunned for a moment, but then a smile appeared on his face.

Yes, that's it.

This is really a great young man.

Brother Huanxi slept well for an hour, and the beauties outside had nothing to do with him.

Hartman woke him up on time: "Let's go."

Brother Huanxi still asked nothing and walked out after Hartmann.

No West.

But this is exactly what West wants.

With so many beauties here, Master West doesn't want to go anywhere.

The Hartman is a lewd person, but the car he drives is really beautiful, a Maybach sports car.

But the problem is, no matter how Brother Huanxi looks at this sports car, it doesn’t match West…

...

Maybach stopped in front of a two-story building that looked very ordinary.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a bald man on the first floor reading a newspaper.

"Mr. Hartman." The bald man stood up and said respectfully.

But Hartman didn't even look at him, and took Brother Huanxi to the second floor.

"Where is this?"

Brother Huanxi looked around and asked.

"F is in Rio's office. Do you remember I said it was what I lent them?"

f forced to be in Rio office?

Good guy, Stephen and Hartman, they both treat the FBI and the CIA as their own home.

In almost all rooms on the second floor, there are busy agents and various machines.

Hartman came to the front of a room on the far right of the second floor. He didn't even knock on the door and broke in.

"Damn!"

A middle-aged man in the office screamed, and he was relieved when he saw Hartman: "Hey, can you knock on the door in the future?"

Hartmann didn't say a word, and went straight to the desk, separated the middle-aged man, and pulled out a brown-skinned beauty from under the desk: "Let's go, let's go, I have something to do."

The beauty wiped her mouth, threw a charming look at Hartman, twisted her waist and left the office.

Brother Huanxi was stunned.

"Your pants." Hartman pointed to the middle-aged man's pants: "Ray, this is Captain Henderson, the head of the Rio office. Henderson, this is my friend, Mr. Lei Huanxi."

Henderson stood up and zipped his pants: "I know, I just saved the hero of Paris. Or did my men go and pick him up from the airport to you. Mr. Hartmann, this is the FBI Rio office, but why do I think we agents have become your personal service?"

"Because you can't live without me in Rio." Hartman actually got on Henderson's office chair: "Look, I have some mercenaries who will arrive in Rio tomorrow. I need a batch of weapons, and I'll get the list for you."

After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it on his desk.

Henderson picked up the paper, glanced at it for a few seconds and said, "Hartman, Hartman, are you going to start a war in Rio? Hey, this city is already in chaos, no, damn it, this country is in chaos."

"I came to stop the chaos partially," Hartman said casually: "You know, I just reached an agreement with the mayor of this city, which is very good for my business. Henderson, you have to help me. In Rio, although it is chaotic, there is a beautiful scenery, and a sexy girl who is willing to stay at the desk to serve you. Do you want to fall into Sierra Leone? Oh, I can help."

"Forget it, Hartman, you use this set to threaten me again." Henderson looked helpless: "I don't want to go to Sierra Leone, I will do it for you."

After saying that, he pointed to himself and pointed at Hartman: "Do you know, I was in a small country in Africa, stuffy, poor, and malaria threatened me all the time, and I dreamed of transferring it away. Then Hartman found me and said he could do it, but the condition was that I would do it for him."

Henderson agreed, and Hartman quickly got it done. Henderson was transferred to the beautiful and romantic Rio de Janeiro.

But at this time, Henderson began to find himself becoming Hartman's slave.

Well, at least Henderson himself thinks so.

No matter what happens in Rio de Janeiro, Hartman will always ask him to do it, and he can't delay it for a minute or a second.

Henderson is very clear about only one thing:

Since Hartman has the ability to transfer himself to Rio de Janeiro, he also has the ability to transfer himself to a more difficult environment.

He didn't want to go back, so he had to do his best to do his best to work for Hartman.

"Don't always complain." Hartman stood up with a smile: "Working for me for three more years, three years later, you will be transferred back to Miami. That's your dream, right?"

"Once I've been transferred to Miami," Henderson said with a wry smile. "Once I'm really transferred to Miami, I will never be able to get rid of you in my life."

"Let's go." Hartman left the office with Brother Huanxi, but when he reached the door, he stopped and said:
Chapter completed!