Chapter 702

In order to avoid long dreams, Shen Feng just asked people to take Xiangshan to Laval for treatment, and then took Bart to pick up Horton all night. After all, the task is still important, and zero organization should have taken action.

Kanda City, slum.

A Land Rover came here with its flashing headlights. There are indiscriminately built shanty towns everywhere, and the roads here are very muddy. Needless to say, there is domestic garbage everywhere.

At this time, it was almost early in the morning, and many people had got up. Those skinny, naked poor people saw the vehicles coming, and all stared at them with curious eyes.

"There's a car coming, there's a car coming." The quiet slum immediately became lively.

Especially some children, although they live in the city, they rarely see cars. Especially in this kind of slum, there are basically no cars here. It's very strange to see a better car.

Before walking for a kilometer, there was no way to go. Shen Feng and Bart had to get off and walk.

Bart grew up in a slum. Although he is not a slum in Kanda City, he also knows the hardships of these poor people's life. Most of these poor people can only eat one meal a day, or even can't eat enough for one meal, and often starve.

So he opened the trunk and took out two big bags. The bags were filled with all kinds of food. He did something good.

When Bart opened the bag, the poor people basically had their eyes shining, but they didn't rush into the crowd as imagined, but looked at them with complex and vigilant eyes.

"Everybody come here." Bart said to the poor.

The poor people remained unmoved and looked at them with vigilance.

Shen Feng had been a mercenary for four years and knew that the vigilance of these poor people was very strong, so he took out a bag of cooked beef and walked to a ragged little girl about seven or eight years old.

"It doesn't matter. You can take it and eat it." Shen Feng smiled at the little girl and said.

The child's vigilance was obviously not so strong, and she was obviously hungry. She took the bag and tore it with her teeth. A smell of cooked beef immediately spread, and then ate it.

These ordinary foods in the eyes of ordinary people are delicacies in their eyes, and meat fragrance is undoubtedly the best catalyst. The rest rushed over, and the two bags of food were robbed in a moment.

"Are you sure this won't break their lives?" Shen Feng said softly to Bart.

When he first prepared these things, he did not agree, because poor people must have hateful places, greed is human nature, and only greed can not be satisfied.

In particular, there are hundreds of thousands of poor people here. This is not enough to solve the problem, and it may lead to trouble.

"I don't know. Anyway, I just want to help them. Let's go." Bart shrugged and was about to move on when a cry came behind him.

They followed the prestige. A man of about 30 kicked an old woman to the ground, grabbed the food in the old woman's hand, and scolded fiercely while eating: "shit, let you give it to me. If you don't give it, kill you!"

Shen Feng frowned. This seemed to be what he expected.

"Hello!" Bart let out a loud cry. Just as he was about to stop it, someone shouted.

"There must be food in the car."

The voice just fell, "bang!" A man who didn't get any food picked up a stone and smashed it into the Land Rover glass.

Fortunately, Land Rover's glass is strong enough, and they are weak. They don't have much strength. They didn't break it, but there are several cracks.

"See, this is what you call kindness." Shen Feng whispered to Bart.

After listening to Shen Feng's words, Bart bit his teeth and regretted, because the car had to pick up their boss to leave later. He shouted, "stop!"

But his words were of no use. Another man picked up a stone and smashed it on the windshield of Land Rover. "Hua la..." the glass broke into snowflake particles and broke immediately.

The glass was broken, and the car Smashers couldn't wait to look inside the car to see if there was anything to eat.

Seeing the broken glass, Bart's face showed a trace of anger. He also came from a slum, but he didn't expect the people here to be so rampant. He immediately rushed to Land Rover.

Seeing that there was no food in the car, Bart rushed over again and quickly stepped aside.

"Get out of here. There's nothing to eat." Bart shouted in a deep voice.

"It was just taken out of the spare box. The food must be in the spare box." The first man shouted, so several people who had just smashed the car looked at the trunk.

Just then, a voice came from the crowd, "what the fuck are you doing here if you don't sleep well early in the morning!"

As the sound came, the crowd immediately dispersed a path. A middle-aged man in his forties, fat head and big ears, came with a chicken leg in his hand.

Although the figure of this middle-aged man can not be compared with that of Xiangshan, it is at least three or four hundred kilograms, and he is accompanied by several "beautiful women like flowers".

As long as there are people, there are "Jianghu". Slums, a chaotic place, are no exception, or even better. This person is the "earth emperor" worthy of the name of this slum.

Some old and young women and children who were given food looked frightened when the fat man came. They all took out the food they didn't have time to eat.

"Boss, they have food. It's in the spare box." A man walked over with a flattering face.

"Food?" As soon as the fat man heard this, a glimmer of greed flashed in his eyes. Then he looked at the wrapping paper all over the floor and probably understood what had happened, because this was not the first time here.

"What are you doing here? You should know there are rules when you come to my territory." The fat man smiled at Bart and Shen Feng.

As he spoke, he rubbed his greasy fingers and expressed his ideas with a gesture that the whole world could understand.

Bart saw him rubbing his fingers and showed a sneer on his face. He could also guess that the people who had just smashed the car should be the men of the fat man in front of him, so all his anger found an outlet.