"Okay, the things are fine, you can leave!"

For the two strong men with bare arms, after checking the goods on the car, there was no problem, so they waved their hand and asked someone to take the stopper away and let the car pass.

The car slowly drove into the empty pier. After finding an empty seat to stop, the door opened and Yas, wearing a baseball cap, jumped out of the passenger seat.

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

There were eight people in total, except for the weak man who was a man with a K or a pistol, and stared at Yas with malicious intentions and vaguely surrounded him.

"Is this the goods you are going to smuggle?"

Although the weak man is weak in figure and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he is not a good match. He is not like a gangster, but more like a business dealer. Of course, it is not easy to do a stable business in Rio, Brazil, especially when the boss looks easy to bully.

If so many strong men can obey him, weak men must have unknown means of control.

"Yes, this is the goods behind."

Yas kept a faint smile on his lips all the time. He held a suitcase in his hand and handed it on: "The shipping fee is here, a total of 500,000 US dollars, you can count it immediately."

The suitcase was picked up immediately. Without any politeness, he opened the box and counted it with a banknote detector.

"Mr. Bamond, no problem."

Five banknote detectors worked together and quickly counted the dollars.

The weak man nodded and just transported the goods to trade on the high seas, he could get $500,000 out of thin air. He would not even ignore such a business.

However, if the business is only 500,000 US dollars, although it is not small, he cannot come here in person... If you transport goods once, you can get 500,000 US dollars. Doesn’t it just show the huge value of the other party’s goods?

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

The weak man, who was called Bamond by the person next to him, had an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, which made people feel very uneasy when they saw it.

"How could it be a cultural relic? It's just some plant and animal specimens, not worth much, it's just a bit valuable in archaeology."

Yasla lowered his cap and couldn't tell his expression.

"Would you spend $500,000 in transportation for some specimens of plants and animals?"

Bamond said coldly: "Sorry, my brain can't believe this."

"Oh, it's really troublesome."

The door of the cab suddenly opened, and a hippie dressed in a fancy dress and had countless braids jumped out.

"So I've said a long time ago that they won't obey the instructions. Their favorite trick is to play black and eat black. Oh, sorry, I didn't say that on purpose, but I've heard in the United States that none of Brazilians is willing to keep their promises. For them, a promise is just a white 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, talking to Yas while mocking the people opposite him.

This undoubtedly annoyed the other party, and someone pointed the gun at the hippie.

"Oh, I'm so scared. What I fear the most is the gun. Please don't look at me?"

The hippies seemed to be startled and hurriedly hid behind Yas.

"who is he?"

Bamond's face looked ugly.

"He's a magician."

Yas said.

"magician?"

This answer was obviously beyond Palmond's expectations, which made him stunned.

"Yes, I'm a magician."

"Oh, no no, no, look at your expressions, don't you believe it?"

The hippies jumped out from behind Yas again, "Are you confused about my appearance? I bet you must say in your heart, 'Oh, where is the bastard from? You dress like a scumbag, and you actually say you are a magician'. I can only say that those who think so are scumbags."

"So you don't believe it, but I will prove myself. I'm a...well, a good magician."

Looking at the hippies talking nonsense, Bamond was too lazy to talk to him and said to Yas, "Sorry, for the sake of our country's cultural relics, I have to prove that you are not lying. Open the box in the car and let us see what it is. If it is really just some specimens, I will apologize to you and let you leave."

"Mr. Bamond, this is not much the same as before."

Yas said.

“Things are always changing.”

Bamond shrugged: "No one can be sure what will happen in the next moment."

"Yes, you're right. No one can be sure of what will happen next."

The hippie stood in the middle, "Just what are you pointing at me? Oh my god, you actually pointed at me with cobras?"

"Oh, God!"

No one expected that when the hippie finished speaking, everyone present with the guns changed suddenly and shouted in horror. They were still holding pistols for the last moment, but the next second, all the guns in their hands turned into cobras spitting out snake letters.

Who dared to hold the cobra at this moment, and hurriedly threw it all out.

But I didn't expect that the cobra in my hand was thrown out, and it was restored to various guns in the air, and it fell to the ground with crackling sounds.

Looking at this magical scene, let alone Bamond's group of men with only brute force, even he was shocked, "You, what did you do just now?"

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

Bamondxun calmed down and turned around and scolded, "Why don't you pick up the gun quickly."

“Yes, yes…”

Soon everyone reacted and wanted to squat down to pick up the gun. However, after squatting half of their body, everyone screamed in horror. The pistol on the ground turned into a cobra again, swimming and spitting out snake letters on the ground, and it was not as unmoved as before, and it ejected suddenly and bit all the strong men's thighs.

“Ahhh…”

Screaming repeatedly, no one could escape the sudden attack of the cobra. Except for Bamond, the seven subordinates around him rolled and crawled and ran out screaming. Some of them were wrapped around the cobra and bit their necks. They couldn't pull them off even if they fought to the death. After a few strokes, their faces were blue and they fell to the ground and twitched all over.

"You, you..."

This time I really couldn't calm down. A completely incredible scene came before me. Bamond couldn't deceive himself and said that this was a magic trick.

"Haha, I believe I am a magician this time, right?"

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

"No, no need."

Cold sweat almost soaked the top. At this time, Bamond dared not say anything he disagreed unless he was desperate.

"What a good person to talk to. Look, isn't this perfect solution?"

It was really good to solve the problem by sacrificing the lives of seven people.

But neither Yas nor the magician would take the so-called life seriously. In the hands of the two, there were more than just seven lives. Killing these seven people was not even considered a warm-up exercise.

"Hey, the master is here?"

At this moment, the hippie magician suddenly put away his smile and stood straight behind Yas.

Yas looked back and saw that under the dark night in the distance, five figures vaguely walked towards this side in the contrast of the faint lights of the dock.

When he walked into Yas's sight, he placed his sight on the man in the middle at first sight.

Brando.

This man who he had been a little interested in before has now completely transformed into a state where he almost dared not recognize each other.

This man with brilliant gold not only has a perfect height of more than 1.9 meters, but his muscles are also perfect enough to make any athlete or bodybuilding coach ashamed. It is a golden ratio that even God wants to be jealous of, not more than a little, and it is so coordinated that it makes people cry.

His face was cold, but when he walked so simply, it seemed as if he had put heavy pressure on the air, forcing all the light to gather on him, making people dare not ignore him, nor could he ignore the only one.
Chapter completed!