King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer-Chapter 1121 - 987: The True Face of the City of God

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Joe Ga and his companions drove from the apartment, and after about 45 minutes they arrived at the outskirts of the legendary ‘City of God’.

To Joe Ga’s surprise, there were gang checkpoints charging fees here, and surprisingly, there were many tourists around.

The police car was parked 50 meters away from the slum, and the officers inside seemed oblivious to the situation here.

Watching the tourists from all over the world nervously pay their fees, yet excitedly hop on the roadside motorcycle taxis, Joe Ga chuckled and said, “Who has such an economic mind?

‘City of God’ has become a tourist spot?”

Saying this, Joe Ga stuck his head out the window, looking at the densely packed shanty houses built against the mountain. He laughed and said, “Honestly, these houses painted in colors are quite interesting.”

As Joe Ga was speaking, a chubby gangster cheerfully approached their car, looked at Joe Ga and said, “To go sightseeing inside, each person needs to pay a 500 Arael protection fee.

Your car is nice, but can’t go inside, you need to pay an additional 2000 Arael for safeguarding it here.”

Joe Ga looked at the amusing chubby gangster wearing a floral shirt with an afro hairstyle, and he laughed, saying, “If I pay the fee, you can guarantee my safety?”

The chubby gangster shrugged and said, “As long as you don’t deliberately cause trouble or go to several important places, we can ensure your safety.”

Speaking, the chubby gangster glanced at Ronnie who was driving and the medic officer on the passenger seat, then laughed and said, “Looks like you’re a big shot. If you’re willing to pay double the fee, I’ll arrange a guide for you, who can ensure you don’t ‘make mistakes’ inside.”

Joe Ga nodded, took the cash handed by ‘Kitten,’ counted a few notes and stuffed them into the chubby gangster’s hand, then pointed at a few mopeds in the distance, laughing, “Rent me three bikes, no problem, right?”

The chubby gangster held the excess ticket money, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Then you need to pay a deposit, 5000 per bike. Non-locals riding bikes inside tend to lose them.”

It was the first time Joe Ga had encountered such a gang, he turned back to look at ‘Kitten,’ who was also getting out of the car…

After getting her nod of confirmation, he counted a bunch of cash again and stuffed it into the chubby gangster’s hand, laughing, “Rent me three motorcycles, find me a good guide, and let him ride a bike to lead us inside.”

The chubby gangster kissed the cash in his hand and waved gallantly, saying, “Come with me, my brother Ricardo will take you inside…

You’re lucky; my brother is going to be a big soccer star. Remember to get an autograph from him; it’ll definitely be worth big money in the future.”

Joe Ga, his interest piqued, accompanied ‘Kitten’, walked alongside the chubby gangster for about 200 meters, watched him free up a parking spot by the roadside, and let Ronnie park the car there, then he shouted at a group of kids playing football in the distance, “Ricardo, come over, you’ve got a job…”

Joe Ga stood by the roadside, looking at the vibrant slum surroundings, and amusingly said, “How does it feel to have to buy a ticket to go home?

This place is really different from what I imagined the ‘City of God’ to be…”

The chubby gangster squatting to unlock the motorcycles heard Joe Ga, and he grinned and said, “Outsider, Rocinha during the day and Rocinha at night are two different places.

Here, we call the shots; even the police step aside!”

Joe Ga listened, curiously asked, “What gang are you guys? Is this fee charged with consent from all the gangs?”

The chubby gangster nonchalantly said, “Everyone takes turns. With our guidance, you won’t lose your life here…”

While the chubby gangster was speaking, a tall but skinny boy with hair dyed yellow ran up to him.

The boy glanced at Joe Ga and curiously asked, “Are you from the Island Nation?”

Joe Ga initially didn’t react, and after a moment of surprise, he angrily cursed, “What’s wrong with your eyes? How the hell do I look like someone from the Island Nation?”

The yellow-haired boy was indeed Ricardo; he looked at Joe Ga and nodded, saying, “Oh, then you must be from China.

I’ve heard you’re wealthy; Sulei next door robbed a Chinese guy yesterday and made several thousand just from the camera alone.

I’m planning to wander around the city tonight too…”

Joe Ga was amused and annoyed, giving the yellow-haired boy the middle finger and cursing, “What’s this? Do you assess people before robbing them?”

Ricardo shrugged and said, “Those Island Nation farmers don’t carry cash and they love to shout; robbing them is troublesome.”

Joe Ga looked at this boy with twisted values; he truly felt sorry for his compatriots…

Originally, ‘rich at home, poor on the road’ was a good phrase, but in this place, it became synonymous with ‘fat sheep’.

Joe Ga wasn’t really angry or anything, he just felt annoyed that the Island Nation people had a better status in Brazil than the Chinese.

However, they’ve been cultivating in Brazil for decades; Island Nationals or immigrants have acquired land in Brazil totaling 1.1 million square kilometers, twice their home territory.

There’s no arguing about it; Chinese here are tourists while Island Nation people are landlords…

Joe Ga wasn’t a narrow-minded person, but at this moment, he still felt a bit uncomfortable…

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