"Santa Cruz" is the capital of the Santa Cruz Province in eastern Bolivia and the second largest city in Bolivia.

Like Yanjing in China, this city is divided into rings, one, two, three, four, and five rings are the central areas. But unlike Yanjing, Santa Cruz is not a suburb but a slum outside these rings.

Compared with the two world-class slums, Roinha and Mangra, this "las'tals" slum is not that big, but its length is not as long as possible. After leaving the Fifth Ring Road, it can extend to the east for more than 100 kilometers until the Pailas River ends.

Looking at the winding mountain roads on both sides of the road and the poor houses like matchboxes, Fang Yuanshan in the car said strangely: "Are these people all local residents?"

Tongfang Yuanshan sat on the back seat of the off-road vehicle with the Bolivian branch of the Nan'an Ministry. Chief "Oliver", this man with a tiger back and a bear waist, came out of the battlefield. He had participated in dozens of internal and external wars in South Africa and was a real iron-blooded man.

There was a hideous scar on his left face from his eye socket to his chin. According to the "Little Bear" Andrevich, this was left to him by his former commander. The reason was very simple. Oliver had outstanding military achievements and the soldiers loved him very much, which made his commander very jealous. He actually fired a cold gun in the back in an ambush. Although he survived the disaster, he left this ugly scar.

I don’t know if it’s because of my height and strength, these big men always give Fang Yuanshan a bit a little slow. Oliver spoke the same way. After taking a look at the houses of different heights outside, he slowly said: “Yes, they are all real poor people, with no jobs, no savings, and even food needs to be collected as needed.”

"Bolivia was defeated in the "Pacific War" and ceded the large saltpeter mining area and the coastal Antofagasta province to Chile, becoming an inland country, losing coastal areas and saltpeter production areas, cutting off most of Bolivia's economic sources."

"There are only agricultural products that are limited by transportation conditions, but they are not as good as Brazil, Argentina and Chile, which have the advantage of shipping. They have fewer markets, less trade with foreign countries, less foreign capital, and slow development. In this way, they gradually lag behind other South American countries and become poorer."

Fang Yuanshan knew a little bit about what Oliver said, but it was like watching a TV movie. Without realizing it with his own eyes, there would be no "skin pain". The shock brought by the eyeball effect made Fang Yuanshan unable to recover for a long time.

“Now troubles Bolivia…”

"Bang~"

Just as Oliver was about to say something, a sound came from their car hood, and the driver stepped on the brakes heavily.

"squeak"

"Click~"

The soldier in the co-pilot immediately pulled the bolt in his hand, jumped out of the car with a nervous look on his face, and shouted loudly in Spanish.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Just as Fang Yuanshan in the back seat was about to open the four-dimensional image to watch, a miserable cry came in, and he pulled open the car door and walked down. All five or six off-road vehicles leading the way stopped, looking nervous.

"What's going on?"

The soldier with a live ammunition walked quickly with a gun and shouted: "This woman was just passing by our car and deliberately rushed to the middle of the road. The driver pressed her little leg without having time to brake."

This is a high-power off-road vehicle with a weight of three or five tons, which is very terrifying, so when he heard the soldier's words, he immediately walked to the front of the car, and a woman was slumped next to the revolver, and her right little leg was now pressing under the wheel.

In order to avoid causing secondary damage, the driver did not dare to pour it out and was looking for a jack behind. Fang Yuanshan walked over and bent down, held the bumper in both hands, and lifted the car up. The subordinates on the side immediately dragged the woman out.

He had time to look at the injured woman after putting down the car. The black woman was about thirty years old, with a frosty face and was wearing a minority dress, but it was dirty. It seemed that she had not washed her own days. She was still covering her little legs and wailing.

"Huh~"

He took a deep breath, softened the expression on his face and asked, "Let me see where you are hurt?"

The woman obviously couldn't understand what he said. After translating it, the soldier next to her started getting into the car and looking for a first aid kit. After lifting the long skirt on her leg, he saw the red and swollen injury. Oliver said: "It's a good thing to swell, it shouldn't be broken."

Fang Yuanshan opened the four-dimensional image and took a look. There were many traces of tearing on the muscles on his legs, but the leg bones were as Oliver said, without breaking. This is a blessing in disgrace.

"Where is a hospital here?"

The woman on the ground didn't know if she knew what he meant, shook her hands repeatedly and said something in her mouth. Oliver said helplessly: "She said she was fine, and she hoped we would give her some bread."

"Is that a damn country~"

For some reason, when the woman said she wanted bread, Fang Yuanshan's heart hurt and cursed unconsciously.

Maybe seeing his bad face, the woman on the ground was saying something again, and her fingers stood up, indicating that she only had one.

He shook his head and temporarily drove away the irritability in his heart, turned around and asked, "Did you bring food?"

“No~”

He thought about it and took out a stack of large amounts of reals and handed them over. The woman on the ground was so scared that she was no longer looking at her face, her hands swayed, and her body kept retreating, as if he was not handing over money, but a poisonous snake.

Oliver seemed to know the situation here very well and explained: "Boss, it is very dangerous to keep huge sums of money in a slum, and he may be killed by gang members at any time."

".uk, all the minds of Bolivia are in a bunch of ****."

She didn't eat enough and didn't dare to ask for the money. It seemed that it was still far from the town. In the end, Oliver took out more than a dozen cents of coins from his pocket and handed them over. The woman on the ground was overjoyed, borrowed the coins and stood up, limping towards the bushes beside the road.

“Is that ~”

Seeing that his boss was not in a good mood, Oliver explained: "They are a group of people who have been forgotten by the world. No one cares about what they are thinking, and where will they go tomorrow." Perhaps thinking about his past, Oliver's eyes were very erratic when he said these words.

Looking at the gathering place where the women left, I planned to go over and take a look, but when I thought there was still something to deal with at the base, I finally turned around and got on the car.

When we reached the middle section, the four off-road vehicles leading the way set up the machine guns, and the thick muzzles pointed at both sides of the road.

Oliver explained: "This place is controlled by local gangs and gangs. They set up checkpoints in the middle of the road and rob passing vehicles. Apart from military vehicles, there is nothing they dare not rob. Last year, a diplomatic envoy's vehicle was detained by them and they were allowed to pay a "fine" of $2,000."

"Fuck, so arrogant?"

"Well. These gangs and gangs themselves are people from the slums. They can be fearless when facing the threat of hunger. Even the elite soldiers of the American Delta forces dare to rush up."

Hearing this, Fang Yuanshan was cold all over. He could understand that when a person was hungry, he would not even kill people, even the meat of humans would be swallowed. How could he care about the delta?

“Are there many slums in Bolivia?”

He asked just one sentence, and Oliver understood what he meant and said: "There are currently 17 slums in Bolivia, the largest of which is Sucre, with a population of 1.2 million; the second is Las'tals, which is between 600,000 and 700,000, and La Paz, which is a little less there, about 300,000 people. There are 3 million poor people in the whole Bolivia, accounting for one-third of the total population."

"Hiss~"

Hearing Oliver's words, Fang Yuanshan took a breath. He couldn't believe his ears. Although he knew that Bolivia was poor, he had never had an intuitive impression. He always thought that the situation here was different from that in Brazil, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big.

"This is the end of the country's recession."

"Yeah~" nodded heavily, and he didn't say anything more.

The car continued to drive forward. Perhaps seeing the elevated machine gun, no monsters and monsters jumped out along the way, but gradually some women in exposed clothes appeared. They stood on the side of the road and posed at the soldiers on the off-road vehicle. Their movements were also very exaggerated, which made their private parts frequently exposed to everyone's eyes.

"This place is very close to Port Palas, and the merchant ships passing by and those who come out to find excitement are their customers."

What shocked Fang Yuanshan was that these women were old, wrinkled women from fifty or sixty years old, and girls from eleven or eleven years old, and most of them were minors, with an older woman standing next to them.

The car continued to drive forward, and a German-made SUV parked on the side of the road, not caring about their arrival at all. Two European and American men in the car were chatting with women on the side of the road, occasionally reaching out to pinch them.

Maybe it was almost over the conversation, and the man in the co-pilot opened the car door and pulled an old girl in. When Fang Yuanshan's car was parallel to them, the inside was so thick that the man was pulling the girl's pants.

"Fuck, park~"

"Give the gun to labor and capital~"

"boss……"

Oliver wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He handed the gun from his arms to Fang Yuanshan. He took the gun and pushed open the car door and walked down.

"Pong"

After a gunshot, he cursed angrily: "Grass, mud, horses, get off the bus for labor and capital~"

The two men in the car reacted very quickly. When he got out of the car, he had already taken out his pistol, but when he saw the muzzle of the black hole in the front, back, left and right, left and right, they immediately wisely turned the pistol and raised their hands at the same time...
Chapter completed!