Hardcore crisis

"Okay, everything is fine, you can go!"

The two strong men with bare arms in the lead, after checking the goods on the car, found that there were no problems, so they waved people to remove the traffic stop and let the car pass.

The car slowly drove into this deserted pier. After finding an empty seat and stopping, the door opened and Yas, wearing a peaked cap, jumped out of the passenger seat.

The group of people who had been waiting at the pier for a long time immediately came to greet them.

There were eight people in total. Except for the frail man at the head, the rest were all strong men holding AKs or pistols. They glared at Yas with malicious expressions and vaguely surrounded him.

"Is this the cargo you want to smuggle?"

Although the frail man has a frail figure and wears gold-rimmed glasses, he looks more like a businessman than a gangster. Of course, it is not easy to run a stable business in Rio, Brazil, especially when the boss seems to be easy to bully.

To be able to have so many strong men obey his orders, the weak man must have some unknown means of control.

"That's right, this time's cargo is behind."

Yas always kept a faint smile on his lips. He held a suitcase in his hand and handed it over: "Here is the transportation cost, a total of five hundred thousand US dollars. You can count it immediately."

The suitcase was immediately taken over without any courtesy. The suitcase was opened and counted using a banknote detector.

"Mr. Balmond, no problem."

Five currency detectors worked together to quickly count the dollars.

The frail man nodded. Just by transporting the goods and trading them on the high seas, he could get half a million US dollars out of thin air. Even he would not ignore this kind of business.

However, if the business is only $500,000, although it is not small, he cannot come here in person... If you can get half a million dollars for transporting the goods once, doesn't it just show the huge value of the other party's goods?

"I have heard before... that a group of foreigners unearthed the cultural relics privately collected by Pedro II. It is said that these cultural relics are of great value and are the most valuable collection of the last king. I wonder if these cultural relics are Is this the batch?"

The frail man, who was called Balmond by others, had an inexplicable light shining in his eyes, which made people very uneasy.

"How could it be some kind of cultural relic? There are just some plant and animal specimens here. They are not worth much, but they are of some archaeological value."

Asura lowered his peaked cap so that his expression could not be seen.

"You are willing to spend half a million dollars to transport some plant and animal specimens?"

Balmond said coldly: "I'm sorry, my brain makes it impossible for me to believe this."

"Hey, it's really troublesome."

The door of the cab suddenly opened, and a hippie in extremely fancy clothes and with countless pigtails jumped out.

"So I have said it a long time ago. They will not obey orders. Their favorite trick is to eat black people. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, but I have heard it in the United States. Brazil No one is willing to keep their promises. To them, a promise is just a blank piece of paper that can be torn off at will, especially when you look very, very weak."

The hippie jumped out of the car with a smile on his face, and while talking to Yas, he taunted the people opposite him.

This undoubtedly annoyed the other party, and someone immediately pointed their guns at the hippies.

"Oh, I'm so scared. What I'm most afraid of is guns. Can you please don't point them at me?"

The hippie seemed to be frightened and quickly hid behind Yas.

"who is he?"

Balmond looked ugly.

"He's a magician."

Yas said.

"magician?"

This answer obviously surprised Bamond, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Yes, I'm a magician."

"Oh, no, no, no, look at your expressions, do you not believe it?"

The hippie jumped out from behind Yas again, "Are you confused by my appearance? I bet you must be saying in your hearts, 'Oh, where is this bastard who dresses like a scum and actually says he is a magician? Teacher'. All I can say is that people who think this way are scumbags."

"So even if you don't believe it, I will prove myself. I am...well, a pretty good magician."

Seeing the hippie talking nonsense, Bamond was too lazy to talk to him and said directly to Yas: "Sorry, for the sake of our country's cultural relics, I have to prove that what you said is not a lie. Open the box in the car and let Let’s see what it is, and if it’s really just some specimens, I’ll apologize and let you go.”

"Mr. Balmond, this is not what I said before."

Yas said.

"Things are always changing."

Balmond shrugged: "No one can be sure what will happen next moment."

"Yes, you are right, no one can be sure what will happen next moment."

The hippie stood in the middle, "Like what are you pointing at me? Oh my god, you are pointing at me with a cobra?"

"Oh, God!"

No one expected that when the hippie finished speaking, the expressions of everyone holding guns suddenly changed, and they shouted in terror. They were obviously holding pistols one moment, but they didn't expect that all the guns in their hands would be in their hands the next second. Transformed into a cobra spitting out snake letters.

Who dared to hold the cobra this time? He hurriedly swung it and threw them all out.

But out of nowhere, the cobra in his hand was thrown out, and it transformed into various guns in mid-air, then clattered to the ground.

Seeing this magical scene, not to mention Bamond's group of men who only had brute strength, even he was shocked, "You, what did you just do?"

"Hey, don't be surprised, it's just a little magic."

Balmond quickly calmed down, turned around and yelled: "Hurry up and pick up the gun."

"Yes Yes……"

Soon everyone reacted and wanted to squat down to pick up the gun. However, only half of the time, everyone screamed in fear. The pistol on the ground turned into a cobra again, swimming on the ground and spitting out snake messages. , and unlike before, he suddenly shot up and bit the thighs of all the strong men.

"Ahh..."

The screams continued, and no one could escape the sudden attack of the cobra. Except for Bamond, the seven men around him ran out screaming and rolling, and some of them were entangled and bitten by the cobra. He held his neck tightly and couldn't pull it off despite all his efforts. Within a few moments, his face turned blue and he fell to the ground, convulsing all over.

"you you……"

This time, I really couldn't calm down. A completely unbelievable scene happened in front of my eyes. Bamond could not deceive himself about what kind of magic this was.

"Haha, do you believe that I am a magician this time?"

The hippie laughed and walked around the stiff Balmond, "Don't worry, I won't let the snake bite you for the time being. It doesn't matter if I bite you to death, but it will delay the master's plan. Now we still need to open the box. Take a look?"

"No, no need."

Cold sweat almost soaked his shirt. At this time, Bamond couldn't dare to say anything he didn't agree with unless he died.

"He's such a nice person to talk to. Look, isn't this a perfect solution?"

It was indeed a good thing to resolve the matter at the expense of seven people's lives.

It's just that neither Yas nor the magician takes the so-called human life seriously. In the hands of the two of them, there are more than just seven lives. Killing these seven people is not even a warm-up exercise.

"Hey, the master is here?"

At this moment, the hippie magician suddenly stopped smiling and stood up straight, aiming behind Yas.

Yas looked back, and in the dark night in the distance, against the faint light of the dock, five figures were vaguely walking towards this side.

When he came into Yas's sight, his first sight was on the man in the middle.

Brando.

This man whom he was slightly interested in before has completely transformed into a man that even he hardly dares to recognize.

This man with brilliant blond hair not only has a perfect height of over 1.9 meters, but his muscles are also perfect enough to make any athlete and bodybuilding coach ashamed. It is a golden ratio that even God would be jealous of. Not a bit more, not a bit less, the coordination is so harmonious that it makes people cry.

He had a cold face, and just walking in such a simple way seemed to bring heavy pressure to the air, forcing all the light to focus on him, making people dare not ignore him, and they could not ignore him.

(To be continued ~^~)