Rogue Aventure

"Your boy will die on a woman's belly sooner or later." Yang Luo said with a bit of resentment.

"Hey! As the saying goes, a person who dies under the flowers is a ghost, and the boss is a hooligan, but he doesn't know how to enjoy life. I despise you."

"Fuck! I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Remember that I must not let my old man know about my affairs in Dalian."

"Don't worry! You brought so many guys away, there must be something important, how can I talk nonsense."

Yang Luo thought for a while and told what happened in Shanghai, "Go to Shanghai now and chat with our old friend. If he doesn't return to Beijing, you will also stay in Shanghai."

"Fuck! Boss, you're so mean, you didn't even tell brother about such an exciting thing. It's over now, you're thinking of me, let me keep that idiot Wang Hui in check."

"The wind is too strong and it is easy to capsize the boat. How can I pull you aboard."

"Can,,,,,"

"Okay! I still have something to do, you go to Shanghai right away." After speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Ding!" The elevator door opened, and the woman brought Yang Luo and the others to the 18th floor, and opened the doors of rooms 1801, 1802, and 1803, "I hope you have a pleasant stay."

Yang Luo smiled and said, "Beauty! Can I have dinner with you?"

The woman smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, it's almost midnight now, so there's no need for dinner." Then she turned and left.

Yang Luo shrugged and walked into the room, which is a standard suite. "Okay! Let's find a room to rest."

There was nothing to say all night, and none of the dozen or so people went out the next day, and all meals were settled in the room.

The night fell to the earth again, and the night in Dalian Port was also very beautiful.If the urban area is like a girl with heavy makeup, then Dalian Port is a young woman with a variety of styles.The sound of the waves and the siren is like the murmur of a boudoir.

Yang Luo and the others were dressed in sailor's uniforms, standing straight on the deck of the ocean cruise ship, looking at the lights on the coastline, it was the fishing boats on their way home.Yang Luo lowered his head and lit a cigarette, the whistle sounded, and the cruise ship slowly left the port.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, the city behind has disappeared from sight, and the rumble of the sea is deafening.More than a dozen people have been standing there, the corners of their clothes fluttering with the sea breeze, as if blending into the night.

"Go in and sleep!" Yang Luo said after an unknown amount of time, lighting the last cigarette in the cigarette case.None of the dozen or so people spoke, turned and walked back to the cabin.

More than half a month later, before dawn, the old captain in his 50s said to Yang Luo: "There is still 10 nautical miles to arrive at the port of Lima, Peru. There is no problem with your identity, but those things are absolutely not allowed to be brought in. "

Yang Luo took out the map Xiao Yao had prepared for him, looked at it for a while and said, "Taozi! Call the brothers together."

"Yes!"

More than ten minutes later, a rescue boat was slowly lowered on the cruise ship.The captain was the only one who knew that Yang Luo was going to carry out the mission. He watched the speedboat disappear into the night and murmured: "Boys, I wish you good luck. I hope I can hear the news of your triumphant return after I return to China."

A speedboat was parked more than 20 kilometers northeast of Lima, the capital of Peru. "Pa" Yang Luo stepped heavily on foreign land, Zhou Xin stood beside him, and a dozen brothers followed closely behind him.

A glimmer of light appeared in the sky, and ten people escaped the coast patrol police and finally walked into Lima, the capital of Peru.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Luo's mouth, he spread his arms and looked up at the sky, a burst of arrogant laughter sounded: "We are here, 'Dark', are you ready?"

After speaking, a dozen or so people walked on the narrow road in Lima with the unique pace of soldiers. Along the way, they saw that the houses on both sides were short and square, as if they were made of building blocks, and the windows were thick and thin. Tall and small.A large number of advertisements are painted on the dilapidated walls, a desolate and devastated scene.

Gradually, as the sky brightened, the crowds on the street increased. In stark contrast to the bleak scene, the street can be described as busy.There are no traffic lights at many intersections, which makes it appear chaotic.Some people are pushing trolleys full of goods, making it even more chaotic.There are also newspaper and magazine vendors along the street, guarding the stalls and watching the passers-by.Some shops on both sides have already opened their doors. Black-haired, dark-skinned, short but strong Peruvians greet customers warmly.

More than a dozen people walked aimlessly. The most excited person here is Zhou Xin. She has never been abroad at such a young age. She keeps looking around with her small head, admiring the scenery of foreign countries.

Suddenly, the eyes suddenly opened up, and a huge square appeared. In the center of the square was a tall sculpture of a knight.The houses around the square seem to be old Spanish-style buildings built in the colonial period.

Zhou Xin couldn't help sighing and said: "In this high-tech and civilized world, it's really rare that there is such a place."

Yang Luo smiled and said, "It's not that they don't want to build a modern city, but the economy doesn't allow it."

Li Tao looked at the time, "Fuck! It's still Beijing time."

Yang Luo reached out and stopped four dilapidated taxis. The bodies were uneven and Japanese characters were printed on them. They were obviously old cars brought in from Japan.

Zhou Xin frowned and looked at the oil-stained seat, "Can't we find a better taxi?"

Li Tao got into the car and said, "Finding a good taxi here is more difficult than finding a Cadillac in a village in our country."

Zhou Xin got into the car helplessly and asked, "Where are we going?"

Yang Luo said, "Go to the airport." Then he told the driver in fluent Spanish.

Zhou Xin said incredulously, "To the airport?"

Yang Luo nodded, and Zhou Xin said, "Can our things be brought on the plane?"

Yang Luo smiled: "You will know when you arrive."

There is no speed limit in Peru, so the taxi spews black smoke and gallops fast.Soon the taxi stopped at Lima Airport, and it was only here that Zhou Xin knew why Yang Luo wanted to fly.

Because Lima Airport does not have any security facilities, as long as you pay for a ticket, you can take anything on the plane.

Until boarding the plane, Zhou Xin was still muttering: "How can this be possible? There is no security check. Who would dare to fly such a plane?"

Yang Luo chuckled, "But Peru has the fewest violent cases in the world." Zhou Xin shut her mouth and stopped talking, which was unbelievable to her.