"No, speaking Chinese is popular all over the world." Luke smiled and spoke fluent Chinese to the old lady, waved his hand and ran into the alley next to him.
The aunt was stunned for a moment, then she laughed: "Wow, this foreigner is really interesting, he speaks Chinese really well."
After this little episode, Luke walked while thinking about the information the tattooed middle-aged man had given him.
Kristo, also known as Mikhail Tejkovic.
He has been active in South American countries for a long time, such as Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, Colombia, and Brazil, making a fortune from transactions on both sides with weapons in one hand and illegal drugs in the other.
This matches the information given by the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).
Because the informant or agent, Lisa Feng, was tracing the route of illegal drugs.
The headache was that Lisa was captured by the tattooed middle-aged man just now, but after she was handed over to Christo, he had no idea where she went next.
The tattooed middle-aged man was just a peripheral leader of Christopher's gang, and he had no idea about the real inside story of the gang.
Luke was also quite sure of this.
After all, people of status wouldn’t be thrown into this ghetto to drink beer and watch over drug retail.
However, the tattooed middle-aged man still knew a little about the gang, such as where his superiors were.
Wild Jungle Bar.
He bought a tourist map from a roadside newsstand, opened it and looked at it for a while, but couldn't find the Wild Jungle Bar.
Glancing at the honest-looking newsstand owner, Luke casually took out another dollar and stuffed it into his hand: "Can you help me point out where the Wild Jungle Bar is?"
The newsstand owner looked at the dollar in his hand, smiled, and tapped a point on the map with his finger: "Here."
Luke raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure."
The boss didn't even look at the map, it seemed like he was just pointing casually.
The newsstand owner smiled innocently: "For the dollar you gave me, I guarantee it's there. Besides, the girls there have big butts, and you Americans like that place."
Luke groaned, “Are you sure?”
The newsstand owner nodded. "A single boy, at an age full of energy, came to Rio alone. Did he do it just to see the statue of Jesus? Well, you are generous and pleasing to the eye, so I told you so straightforwardly."
Luke chuckled, casually took out another five-dollar knife and slapped it on his hand: "You are also very honest. Have a nice day."
The newsstand owner smiled and pocketed two bills, watching Luke's back as he walked away: "Ah, young Americans are so generous. A few nice words actually cost more than the toll."
As Luke walked, he looked at the map in his hand and overlapped it with the map in his memory.
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
Luke's expression changed and he looked up.
A few dozen meters away, several people appeared on the roof of a house, and gunshots rang out. The people split into two groups and chased each other back and forth down the mountain.
Luke was amazed: It is indeed Rio, it is indeed a slum. I haven't even done it yet, and someone else has already done it.
There seemed to be two men and one woman fleeing in front, and a group of gunmen were chasing them from behind.
The number of people chasing the two people at the beginning increased to more than ten, and they split into two sides to chase the two men and one woman in front.
Luke leisurely found a corner with the best view, held the railing beside him, and looked down at the chase sideways.
The two men and one woman in front were quickly separated into two groups under the pursuit.
A bald strong man diverted most of the pursuers, and a man rushed across the roof of a shanty, which was a bit like the French parkour genius Leto.
The other man and woman took the opportunity to flee farther and farther, gradually putting some distance between themselves and the large group of pursuers, and it seemed they could escape without any problems.
But the next moment, Luke heard gunshots near the bald man. A moment later, a window suddenly shattered, and another bald man rushed out, chasing closely behind the first bald man.
Luke was a little confused: What are you doing? Why are you all bald and muscular? Is this a love-hate drama between brothers
However, he soon came to his senses.
I won’t mention the bald guy in front, but the equipment of the guy behind him is obviously from a regular team.
Looking at the police badge on a thin chain dangling around his neck, Luke was speechless: I can meet a colleague like this
Of course, anyone who comes here and dares to wear a police badge is most likely from the FBI or the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration). They would rather others not know their identities, and the CIA generally does not have the habit of revealing their identities.
The FBI is the federal police, so it's not wrong to say that they are Luke's colleagues, but these colleagues should not be here for the case he has on hand.
There aren't so many suspects in the case he's handling.
I can only say that there are too many cases here in Rio.
Luke sighed as he watched a chaotic chase accompanied by gunfire all the way down. Finally, there was a burst of dense gunfire, and peace returned there.
He then walked down slowly and leisurely.
When passing a street corner, he would get behind the crowd, stand on tiptoe and look inside like a curious baby.
The bodies of seven or eight masked gangsters with guns were lying there in a mess. Several people wearing bulletproof vests were talking there, including the second bald man who appeared.
Luke just glanced at them for a few seconds and then turned and left.
That’s right, these are the people who came from the United States.
Their actions, manners and language are all in the style of a regular team, and their firearms and equipment are first-rate.
Mercenaries wouldn't put on an FBI badge and go on a killing spree in Rio in broad daylight. They would be in big trouble if they did that.
I just don't know what this group of FBI is doing here? Luke quickly gave up thinking about this boring question.
There are a lot of cases in Rio. We’ll deal with it if we really encounter one.
He boarded a bus and studied the route on the tourist map for a moment.
After a while, he got off and got on again, transferring to another bus.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, he felt quite relaxed.
At least it was a good start and no starter failed.
As long as there is a clue that allows him to track Lisa's whereabouts, the remaining problems can be solved as much as possible.
What he hates most when handling cases now is having no clues.
As long as there are clues, it won’t be a big problem for him.
He looked at the sky and saw that it was almost noon, so he took the bus all the way to the beach and found a small restaurant to have lunch.
Rio's public health is pretty good, at least in the tourist areas and the city center, and there are no large-scale epidemics.
In addition, as long as you don't go to the jungle, you generally don't need to get the yellow fever vaccine.
Luke looked at the increasing number of beauties in bikinis on the beach not far from the restaurant, and for the first time he felt that his extraordinary eyesight was not enough.