Global Treasure Hunting: From Penniless to Billionaire

Who else is not Li Zhiyuan who changed into casual clothes?

"Think I didn't?"

Zhao An shook his head and said, "No!"

Seeing Li Zhiyuan's expression turned from joy to anger, he immediately changed his words: "I don't need to think about it, you have always been deep in my heart and never left..."

"Bah! You slick your tongue!"

"Then would you like to try it?"

"Um... um..."

Finally got into the car, Li Zhiyuan put on her seat belt and started the car: "My vacation has been approved, and there will be half a month from the 1st of next month.

When are we going to South America? "

Zhao An narrowed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you miss it!"

Chapter 367 Rio

Tariq, 45, is a native American from California on the west coast and a devout Catholic for the first half of his life.

But now there is only one belief in him, and that is Zhao An, whose name he still doesn't know.

It doesn't matter if you don't know the name, because the teachings of the Tianjiao are the same, you can't look directly at God, you can't recite God's real name, etc...

He only needs to know that Zhao An's divine power is very powerful, that he can walk freely in the world, and that he can display his divine skills.

Tianjiao has always preached that their God is the only true God in the world, and the others are heresies, but he has been a believer for more than 40 years and has prayed every day but has never seen it with his own eyes...

Now he has seen Zhao An's extraordinary ability, and personally experienced the powerful recovery ability of the healing technique.

That energetic and comfortable feeling made him want to come once a day, but he also knew that it was impossible.

So Tariq converted to Zhao An without any hesitation, and the true God he prayed to every day changed from Jehovah to "the only Lord in my heart",

This master refers to Zhao An...

It is said that after Tariq received Zhao An's "intention" in South Korea, he flew non-stop from Seoul to New York, and then boarded the flight to Rio de Janeiro without stopping for a moment.

Of course, Rio is not the final destination. In the end, we still have to transfer from here to Santiago, the capital of Chile.

While waiting at the airport, Tariq bought a cup of coffee, picked up a magazine, found a place in the waiting hall, and read it with gusto.

"Hey, Tom, long time no see! I didn't expect to meet you in Brazil!"

A blond man in his 40s patted Tariq on the shoulder from behind and said.

Tariq promised that he had never seen this person before, but his familiar expression made Tariq wary, and his name was not Tom.

"Hey, sorry, I can't remember your name," he said with a confused expression.

The blond man pointed to his nose and said, "Vikas, don't you remember? We are in Italy..."

Vikas gave Tarek a look you know.

Tariq had indeed been to Italy, and had stolen a famous painting with the original gang, but he was certain that he had never seen this person.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think of it for a while! How is your mother recently? I heard that she has AIDS!"

Tariq said sincerely.

My mother, this blond man named Vikas suddenly looked like he had eaten shit, but he had no choice but to answer: "It's still the same, where are you planning to get rich like this?

I'm going to San Diego anyway..."

Tarek's pupils narrowed slightly, and he said calmly: "Oh, I'm going to Buenos Aires, (the capital of Argentina)

By the way, isn't your sister gang-raped by forty strong men, and then insane and put in a mental hospital? Why are you still in the mood to visit Chile? "

"It's not for fun, you know what we do, we run all over the world!" Vikas replied bravely, but in his heart he greeted all of Tariq's family one by one.

At this time, the airport announcement sounded, reminding passengers to board the plane to San Diego.

Tariq raised his eyebrows and said: "It's a pity that we hit it off but we are going to part so soon.

Otherwise, I would also like to know how your father ended up whoring without paying. "

"I can change the sign, or if we cooperate this time, I don't ask for anything else, I just hope to learn some skills from you!" Vikas laughed.

"Okay, go and change your ticket, I'll wait for you here!" Then he stared at Vikas with piercing eyes.

When Vikas had no choice but to turn around and change his ticket, Tariq quickly left the waiting hall without any luggage, and left the airport directly with only his ID and bank card.

Even if he left the airport, he felt unsafe, because he knew that there must be more than one eyeing him, so he can't go to San Diego now,

At least until he figured out the origin of the person behind Vikas, he couldn't bring the trouble with him...

The taxi carried Tariq around, and the road began to change from spacious and tidy to narrow and congested.

The surrounding buildings are also built in a disorderly manner, and the garbage and smell on both sides of the road are disgusting...

In an alley halfway up the mountain, Tariq paid and got out of the car. He wasn't sure if anyone was still following him, but it didn't matter, this is Rio, Brazil.

This is a ghetto, and as long as it's not the FBI, he has enough ways to get rid of them.

But it must not be someone from the FBI, otherwise Tariq could be taken away directly at the airport...

Tariq jumped up, grabbed the wall of the alley with both hands, then pushed hard, and rolled over.

There was only a little girl in her teens in this family. When she saw Tariq suddenly appearing in her home, she was about to exclaim, but Tariq quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't yell, I'm just passing by, let's go now!"

As he spoke, he took out two copies of Franklin from his pocket and said, "Can you control your mouth?"

The girl nodded in horror...

Tariq stuffed the money into the girl's hand, let go of it lightly, and walked backwards towards the door.

Perhaps the dollar really played a role. Holding the money in her hand, the girl watched Tariq disappear outside the door in surprise and suspicion.

Tariq, who went out, seemed to have transformed into a swift cheetah, and quickly shuttled between the alleys of the slums. The familiar appearance showed that he had been here before...

Finally, he came to a secluded alley. More than a dozen black and white men were sitting on both sides of the alley. Those who smoked powder, marijuana, and assembled guns all looked at him.

"Hey, Tari! Long time no see, welcome back to Rio!"

A short white man who looked a bit like the "Hulk" actor, who should be their 'boss', got up and greeted Tariq.

Tariq caught his breath and said in a deep voice, "I'm being targeted, help me get rid of my tail!"

The 'Hulk' waved his hands at the younger brothers knowingly and said: "Go and see if there is any suspicious person coming in, Tali, come with me!"

"Don't worry, this is Rossinia, no one dares to be presumptuous here!"

'Road Giant' comforted Tariq while leading the way,

Rocinia is the name of this poverty and the largest slum in South America.

"Shaq, not only do you want to get rid of the tail in the back, I also want to know who is planning to fuck me behind the scenes!" Tariq said: "In addition, you have to find a way to send me to San Diego!"

The Hulk named Shaq turned his head and grinned, "No problem!"

......

Zhao An rushed to the company as usual, found Hou Fenghao and said, "How are your preparations?

When we are ready, we can leave for Chile! "

Chapter 368 Departure

On the second day after returning from Myanmar, Zhao An came to the company and found Hou Fenghao, who happened to be working in the company, and asked: "How is the preparation for the account you have given? Are the first batch of personnel and visa issues settled?" ?”

Hou Fenghao said: "I have arranged for the first batch of personnel, and the visas... should be coming soon."

Zhao An nodded and said, "Okay, go get busy and let me know as soon as it's done."

Back in his office, Zhao An began to process the company's documents, including reports on personnel transfers, financial audit reports, punishments for violators, etc...

It was reported after careful review by Xu Wenqian and He Shuyao, Zhao An's exclusive financial assistant.

Swish swish! ! !

Zhao An waved the hero brand pen and signed his name quickly, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: No wonder the signatures of those leaders are so beautiful, so it was practiced like this...

........

Rocinha slum, Rio de Janeiro.

Tariq and Shaq were sitting in a dimly lit room, surrounded by a group of Shaq's younger brothers, and three white men were tied up and thrown in a corner, one of whom was with Tariq at the airport just now. Talk to Vikas.

The other two are a strong man with flower arm tattoos, and the other is a lean white man with sunken eye sockets and obvious dark circles, as if he hasn't slept for a few days, or it may be smoky makeup...

Stared at by Tarek and others, the three of them showed no fear at all.

While struggling with the rope on his body, the burly man with flower arms yelled: "We are members of the Blackfyre Skull and Bones Society, let us go quickly, or...huh."

'Blackfyre and Bones'? ? ?

Tariq's pupils shrunk, obviously aware of something, but he didn't show it.

Shaq raised his eyebrows and said, "What else? The Blackfire Skull and Bones on the west coast can't control me. This is Brazil..."

The arrogant and proud appearance is very similar to the bald boss Dominic Toledo in "Fast and Furious 5".

"We have nothing against you gangsters in Brazil. If you insist on protecting this man, Black Fire Skull will not mind fighting with you!" Vikas said in a deep voice.

Shaq slowly stepped forward, suddenly slapped Vikas on the face and said: "You dare to threaten me?

I told you that this is Brazil, and even the Brazilian authorities dare not do anything to us, a kid from California who is on your horse,

How dare you yell at me here! ! ! "

Even though the gangsters live in the slums, the Brazilian government has nothing to do with the local gangsters.

Because of the terrain, backward equipment, and serious shortage of personnel, the Brazilian government has always been at a disadvantage in the contest with the gangs.

Moreover, in the Brazilian political arena, there are also people they buy and install, who report intelligence to them at any time, and sometimes cover up their criminal activities. This is why gangs of all sizes in Brazil are rampant.

Half of Vikas's face was swollen and swollen from the slap of Shaq the Hulk, his whole face was disfigured, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Do you know how to talk to me?" Shaq's tone was light, but there was always a murderous look in it.

The flower-armed man bit his lower lip and said bitterly: "What exactly do you want? We've already said it. We have nothing to do with your Brazilian gangsters. On the contrary, we still have a lot of business dealings with the capital headquarters..."

The Capital Command is one of the most powerful gangs in Brazil, and the other is called the Red Command.

It doesn't matter much aside from this, when the flower-armed man mentioned the capital headquarters, Shaq snorted coldly: "The capital headquarters, what is it! You have business dealings with the capital, so you can't stay,

Drag it out and sink it into the sea..."

The younger brothers behind Shaq uttered a strange cry and swarmed forward. Several of them took towels soaked in ether and covered their mouths and noses. After a few seconds, the three of them were fainted.

The poor man with smoky makeup didn't even have a line, so he got a lunch box.

The younger brothers stuffed the three of them into sacks one by one, then carried them up and down, got out the door and stuffed them into the cargo box of a pickup truck, and covered them with a piece of torn canvas.

With that proficiency in the movements, you can tell at a glance that you have done a lot of work...

Tarek apologized, and said to Shaq: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Shaq patted Tariq on the shoulder indifferently and said: "Tari, my brother, we are children born to one mother, which is what a brother should do.

I have prepared the boat for you, and you can start immediately..."

Tariq hugged Shaq tightly and said: "I transferred 100 million US dollars to your card, and I will explain to you later,

If there is a future..."

The boat ride was too slow, and Zhao An only gave Tariq half a month,

So he quietly returned to Rio Airport and re-purchased a ticket to fly to Santiago, Chile.

On the plane, Tariq prayed devoutly to Zhao An:

My Lord, Tariq sincerely prays to you, son of Henderson Ador,

Mackenzie Ador suspects me, he is an important member of the Black Fire Skull and Bones in California,

This kind of insignificant little person is not worth mentioning in front of His Majesty, and crushing him is no different from crushing an insect.

But Tariq's whereabouts have been exposed, they have my flight information, and they may track me to San Diego.