After the two had lunch with the crew on the boat, they drove into the base's Jeep and entered Rio de Janeiro. At this time, Rio was already one of the largest cities in South America. The two of them sat in the jeep and went sightseeing. De La Torre introduced the scenery and features of Rio to Fang Lang while driving the vehicle to his home.
De La Torre's home was under the statue of Jesus in the City of God. Later, it became the largest slum in the world. All kinds of criminal activities emerged in endlessly, and the police did not dare to come in to enforce the law. Of course, the government has not yet officially relocated all the poor people, so the world's largest slum has not yet disappeared. But Fang Lang could tell at a glance that the environment here was very bad, and he couldn't help but say:
"I said Lao Lei, does your family live here?"
"Yes, sir, the houses here are the cheapest. We have too many people in our family, and all our income depends on my salary, so we can only afford to live in such a house." De La Torre said with a little embarrassment. Of course.
"Logically speaking, with your income, you shouldn't be able to live in such a bad environment!"
"It turned out that my family's environment was better, but my mother had a serious illness a few years ago, and all the family's savings were used for medical treatment. In addition, my son contracted pneumonia after swimming. Because he was not treated in time, it took too long. I have grown older, so I still have to take medicine every day. Fortunately, I have penicillin now. Although it is more expensive, I am much better now. Thanks to your subsidy this time! If it weren’t for the subsidy you gave me when I went home last time , my son is probably dead."
De La Torre said it very lightly, but Fang Lang heard it very seriously. The current medical level is not high enough, and ordinary people cannot afford to get sick at all. But there was one word in de la Torre's words that really caught Fang Lang's attention.
Penicillin, a special anti-inflammatory drug, is like a miracle drug in this era. In Fang Lang's impression, it has always been worth its weight in gold. In Fang Lang's impression, this special drug has no patent restrictions. I don’t know if Brazil has mastered the production technology of this drug.
"Why are you talking about this? You have earned this with your hard work. I know the penicillin you just mentioned. It is indeed a good anti-inflammatory medicine. I don't know where the one you bought in Brazil is produced. Do you know?"
"Currently, only a few countries in the United Kingdom and the United States have mastered the production technology of penicillin. What we can buy in Brazil is produced in the United States. I don't seem to have heard of a factory in Brazil producing this drug."
De La Torre's words made Fang Lang fall into deep thought, and he began to think silently in his heart. The two chatted while looking at the endless crowds on both sides, and soon arrived at De La Torre's home.
There are six people in De La Torre's family. In addition to the couple, they also have parents and two sons. The eldest son is already twelve years old, but is in poor health due to pneumonia. The younger son is only seven or eight years old. His mother has long-term He is bedridden, and his father is over 70 years old and cannot work, so the conditions at home are very poor. His wife has to take care of the family at home, basically relying on de la Torre's salary alone.
The family members were very enthusiastic when they heard that de la Torre's chief was visiting the house. Fang Lang also promptly handed over the gifts he had prepared and visited de la Torre's sick mother and son.
De La Torre's wife is a typical Brazilian of mixed race, with the unique enthusiasm of Brazilians. She very enthusiastically invited Fang Lang to take a bath together. Fang Lang knew that the highest etiquette for a hostess to treat guests in Brazil is to take a bath with her. Although she has been living in Brazil and is accustomed to this kind of etiquette, as a child born in a Chinese family, she cannot accept this kind of etiquette.
What's more, Fang Lang, who had traveled through time, felt very embarrassed. However, Fang Lang knew that he could not refuse, as this would hurt his master's heart. He could only reluctantly rinse it and ran out quickly. De La Torre, who was still standing aside, explained:
"Lao Lei, I'm really sorry. We Chinese think that bathing is a very private matter, and we are not used to this kind of etiquette in Brazil. Please believe me, I don't mean to look down on your family!"
"Haha...Sir, I understand what you mean, don't worry. I will explain it to my wife." De La Torre looked at Fang Lang with an embarrassed face. Although he felt strange, he didn't pay too much attention. I just thought it was because Fang Lang rarely visited other people's homes.
Seeing that de la Torre was not dissatisfied with his rudeness, Fang Lang felt relieved a little.
The two of them were at de la Torre's house again. After having a dinner that was not particularly sumptuous, Fang Lang suggested that de la Torre report back to the ship tomorrow while he prepared to drive back to the base.
But just when Fang Lang walked out of the narrow alley and was about to go out to pick up the car, he bumped into a figure passing by. Both of them looked back at each other. Fang Lang found that the other person turned out to be the same as himself. Asian face, about forty years old. Apparently the other party also noticed that he had the same Asian face and was wearing a military uniform.
The other party quickly bowed his head and expressed his apology. What the man didn't notice when he bent down was that Fang Lang's eyes shrank slightly. But without waiting for the other party to get up, he walked away directly.
After the Japanese got up and saw that Fang Lang had left, he muttered in Japanese: "Asshole, you are so rude!" He turned around and continued walking forward.
He didn't notice that after he left, the rude guy in his mouth secretly followed him. Because there were many houses in the slums and alleys connected to alleys, Fang Lang didn't dare to follow him in military uniform. If he was too close, he was afraid of being discovered by the other party. As a result, after turning two corners, he lost sight of the other party.
After Fang Lang looked around, he didn't dare to alert the enemy and quietly retreated. There was a knock on De La Torre's door again. When De La Torre saw that Fang Lang was back, he thought Fang Lang was lost and quickly welcomed Fang Lang into the house. When he saw Fang Lang making a silent gesture, de la Torre was startled, but his alertness as a soldier made him immediately understand what Fang Lang meant. There was something wrong.
After looking out of the door alertly, he saw nothing unusual, so he closed the door, walked into the room with Fang Lang, and asked in a low voice: "Captain, what's wrong!"
"Call your family members and I'll ask you something."
Soon de la Torre's parents, wife and children came out and looked at Fang Lang, wondering why the guest who had just left came back. Just listen to Fang Lang ask:
"Sorry to bother you all again, I would like to ask you if you have noticed two Japanese people coming nearby recently, Asians with the same skin color as me."
Several people were shaking their heads. Obviously, this family was the kind of people who rarely went out. Just when Fang Lang thought he had gained nothing, De La Torre's youngest son timidly said: "There seem to be two people next door to Toby's house that my uncle said."
Fang Lang was overjoyed and asked quickly: "Children, have you seen them?"
"Well! I saw them when I went to Toby's house to play yesterday."
Fang Lang turned to look at De La Torre and said, "Do you know where Toby's home is?"
"Of course, Mr. Captain, is there something wrong with the two Asians you mentioned?"
"Yes, you take me to find the way first, and we can confirm the specific location together. Maybe this can improve your family's living environment."
Fang Lang's words stunned De La Torre. What does it mean that two Asians can change their family's living environment? But de la Torre didn't ask, but stood up and walked out with Fang Lang. Fang Lang quickly stopped him, "Let's change into casual clothes so they don't find out."
Yes, the person Fang Lang accidentally met this time was Seiichi Ono, one of the two Japanese spies who escaped in Sao Paulo, and the right-hand man of Kato Takaichi, the president of the Brazilian Black Dragon Association. Fang Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he really couldn't find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.
Originally, Fang Lang was still thinking about whether to support his first mate. As a result, everything is fine now, and the walking $5,000 has been delivered to my door.
Soon after the two of them changed into civilian clothes, they were led by de la Torre to Toby's house, which his youngest son mentioned. Fang Lang looked at the surrounding environment. Isn't this the place where he lost his target?
The two of them didn't stop, they just walked past the house like passers-by and glanced inside. After another long circuit, we returned to the de la Torre house.
Fang Lang explained to de la Torre in a low voice: "When I returned to Sao Paulo this time, the Sao Paulo Police Department solved a Japanese spy case, in which two spy leaders escaped. The Sao Paulo Police Department is offering a reward for the two wanted persons. I just went back I accidentally bumped into a person, one of the two of them. You work harder tonight and keep an eye on this yard. I will inform the friends I know in the Intelligence Bureau. I will try to catch these two bastards in one fell swoop tomorrow. Come on. We will also earn some reward by then."
When De La Torre heard that there was such a thing, he couldn't help but become serious. He nodded quickly and climbed onto the roof. It seemed that he was preparing to monitor them directly from the roof.
