The city is full of people walking in a hurry. Most of them look alert, paying attention to the movements around them while speeding up their pace back.

Link was a little conspicuous when he walked on the street without any hurry, but no one came to cause trouble for him.

Under the wide gray-green M65 windbreaker is a full set of Slayer armor, which looks two meters tall and has an amazing cross-section.

This style is impossible without causing trouble for others...

Seven or eight bandits with different skin colors but similar expressions suddenly came out of a small building not far away.

They were dragging men and women + children in their hands, a typical family of three.

The bandits also spoke a few words of Spanish from time to time, threatening and intimidating the family.

Spanish is the second largest language in the United States. Link doesn't speak well, but it doesn't have much problem listening.

It’s nothing more than that man didn’t wait to be robbed a few days ago, and today he was unlucky and was found to live.

The bandits naturally decided to grab a deal, and at the same time they could also show their "authority" in this nearby area.

The family of three faces danger and has no choice but to beg for mercy.

The male owner originally had a gun, but was disarmed under seven or eight guns from the bandits.

In Bogota today, the lonely and lonely people resisting the bandits will almost die, and there is still a glimmer of hope for mercy.

But for this man, he is basically dead, but his wife and daughter can survive even if it is like living in hell.

Link frowned: "Hey."

A group of overly excited bandits turned their heads and looked at them, and then they saw Link raising his hands, revealing two huge guys.

The shouting suddenly sounded like a group of chickens strangled.

Because, two dark 50 revolver muzzles were pointing at them.

Even if not all gangsters can recognize their model, the gun body, which is nearly 50 cm in length, has made them stiff all over.

"Get out, or die!" Link simply said this.

This also awakened the person among the bandits. A strong and honest man in his thirties with a fat face hid his body in front of the woman: "My man, it's the business we are focusing on first, you..."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The fire burst out, and the sound of the 12.7mm bullets being provoked at close range made the eardrum buzz.

The strong man saw his companion "flying" backwards as if he had been punched, and only he was still there.

The next moment, a severe pain came from the right hand holding the gun.

The strong man looked over in surprise, and then he realized that his right forearm had just turned... gone?

Only large trunks of blood were rapidly rushing out of the broken wound.

"Ah~~~" He let go of the woman in front of him with his left hand and wanted to hold the wound on his right hand.

Bang!

After another gunshot, the strong man felt a heavy shock in his chest, and a gloomy sky and large clouds appeared in his sight.

What's wrong with me? This thought flashed through his mind, and then the pain in his chest drowns his consciousness: I'm going to die?

His body twitched a few times, and his eyes looking at the sky completely lost their spirit.

Link walked forward, two with one hand and four with two hands, dragged a few bodies into the small building they had just come out next to him.

In just over ten seconds, only a few long blood marks were left on the ground, and everything returned to peace.

Link walked to the family again, and the three of them looked confused and frightened. The man held his wife and daughter and subconsciously said, "Don't be afraid."

All the bandits were dead, but they dared not escape, and even did not dare to make extra moves.

I always feel that the newcomer is much scarier than the bandit.

Link had no intention of scaring the family, so he asked in Chinese: "Chinese? Chinese?"

A man has a typical East Asian appearance, and his wife is Latino, the whiter type.

His daughter screamed in panic and cried like a Chinese word "dad", not "papa" or "dad".

This is why Link stopped to ask questions.

The man looked happy: "My name is Zhang Hao, a Chinese, from Bashu, you are..."

Linkliu pondered: "Zhang Ritian?"

Zhang Hao was stunned, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, it's Haoran's righteousness."

Link nodded with regret: "Go in and ask you something." He said that and walked into the small building.

Zhang Hao's wife didn't understand Ritian and Haoran's righteousness, but she could probably understand the simple inquiry mentioned above, and she knew that the person who saved them was probably Chinese.

But looking at the bloody marks extending to the small building on the roadside, she still grabbed Zhang Hao with her hands and shook it: "What should I do?"

Zhang Hao has always been a family person who has made plans. He can come to Central and South America from China to make money, so he naturally does not lack courage.

Hearing this, he picked up his daughter and asked her to face her chest, not to look at the tragic bloodstains, and then pulled his wife to walk inside: "Don't be afraid, if he had evil intentions towards us, we would have died long ago."

After a pause, he lowered his voice: "He has a little bit like my fellow villager. He wants to ask me for something. If he does it, he may get some help from him."

His wife's eyes moved slightly, remembering that Zhang Hao usually told her about some of the Chinese personalities.

At this moment, she couldn't help but pray that what her family met was a "enthusiastic fellow villager" from her husband's mouth.

The second-story building is not big, and the doors and windows have been specially reinforced. It is considered to be well prepared among ordinary people, but unfortunately it cannot withstand the forced demolition of a group of bandits.

The things in the house were scattered, obviously the work of the bandits just now, and it can be seen that the place was originally cleaned up quite neatly.

Link sat down on the sofa, and Zhang Hao and his wife came in with the child in their arms.

What surprised them was that the bloodstains disappeared when they reached the door, and the corpses of bandits piled up in the house did not exist.

Of course, Link doesn't have to tell them that he has completed the garbage collection work.

It is too conspicuous to take away the body directly on the street, and it is the limit to reach the door.

He was not interested in talking in the garbage dump.

Motionallying the couple to sit down, looking at their nervous expressions, Link opened his mask and pulled down his hood.

He didn't forget to take a strawberry butter lollipop and stuff it into the hand of the six or seven-year-old mixed-race lolita, and then touched her little head: "This kid is so good."

When Zhang Hao heard this, he subconsciously relaxed: This rhythm is so familiar.

Anyone who is a Chinese has seen such kind of politeness.

Whether a child is good or not is not the point, the key is to show a friendly attitude by praising the child.

Link felt Zhang Hao's emotional changes and stopped talking nonsense: "Speak what you know. Starting from Bogota, other cities and countries can be heard from. Let's talk about monsters first, and then the bandit gang."

Zhang Hao couldn't help but look at his wife and daughter beside him.

Link nodded: "They can do it themselves."

Zhang Hao is a Chinese. When he was young a few years ago, he wanted to make a fortune, so he came to Panama, a place with many Chinese people to do business.

With the willingness to work hard and use my brain, I didn’t get a lot of money, but I still got a little money. By the way, I solved my personal problems, found a beautiful wife, and had a daughter.

If the doomsday did not come, his experience was just a daily life for overseas Chinese.
Chapter completed!