《Lucifer Jones El Presidente 》作者：- Mike Resnick【EPUB】

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El Presidente My first impression of South America back in 1934 wasn't a whole lot different from my strongest memories of North America, Africa, Asia and Europe: a six by-eight-foot room, a canvas cot along one wall, steel bars on the windows, and lousy grub. There are some things that are the same the world over. Most people are friendly and trusting folks, they're approachable even when you don't speak the lingo, and they all love an honest game of chance. They also tend to get ornery as all getout when you trifle with the laws of statistical probability by gently inserting an extra couple of aces into the game, which I did about ten minutes after stepping off the boat from Spain, and they tend to have the same disheartening way of demonstrating their displeasure. Which is how I wound up in the calaboose in Ferdinand, the capital city of San Palmero. Over the years I had become quite a connoisseur of jails. This one didn't have the quality of cuisine I found in the jails of Europe, but on the other hand it wasn't anywhere near as crowded as the jails in China or as run-down and badly in need of repair as the jails of Mozambique and South Africa. The guards weren't bad sorts, and as they happily confided, they belonged to the one sector of a sluggish economy that had always boasted