Although most of the women on the beach are still of average appearance, there are also many beautiful and plump Brazilian girls and beauties among tourists from all over the world.
In the sunny weather, in bikinis on the beach, their charming and well-proportioned bodies are clearly visible.
Especially when they were playing beach volleyball, Luke couldn't help but nod his head repeatedly after watching for a long time.
The waitress who brought Luke food smiled and said, "If you want, I can go play with you after get off work."
Luke glanced at the Brazilian beauty who looked no more than sixteen years old but had a body that was more explosive than many twenty-year-old women. He laughed, "What a pity! I have something else to do later."
The beauty shrugged nonchalantly: "Then I wish you all the best."
Luke smiled and nodded, then took out a five-dollar knife and handed it to her: "But thank you for your reminder. I won't miss everything here. They are all so wonderful."
The Brazilian beauty smiled and took the banknote from his hand: "You are really good at coaxing girls."
As she spoke, she reached into the back pocket of her denim shorts and pulled out a business card, thrusting it into his hand: "You're very cute, so I won't charge you for the first time."
Luke was stunned for a moment, watched the man leave, looked at the business card in his hand, and laughed.
So, he is a professional playmate.
After this little incident, no one came to bother Luke again.
He huddled in a corner of the diner and took out his notebook to look up some information.
There was no sign for the Wild Jungle Bar at the location pointed out by the newsstand owner, but he still zoomed in on the nearby satellite map and observed the surrounding traffic conditions.
It was a big hideout there, and if anyone escaped, he would need to give chase.
I hope things won't be that troublesome, he thought.
It was evening, and after Luke had dinner at a small restaurant, he put on his bag, went out, and got on the bus.
After forty minutes of swaying on the bus, he arrived at the Wild Jungle Bar.
At seven o'clock, people started to enter the bar.
Luke thought about it for a while, then found a secluded corner and touched up his makeup again.
Wearing sunglasses into a bar at night is really cool, he must be either a movie actor or a movie character.
Now, he has adjusted his skin to be slightly brown, which has solved the problem of not being able to get tanned.
With black contact lenses covering his ice-blue pupils, hair quickly spray-dyed black, a half-long beard, and slightly upturned eyes, Luke looked like a completely different person.
A few minutes later, he walked into the bar empty-handed.
The layout inside is similar to most bars.
The slightly dim lights, some colorful embellishments, very quiet music, and customers huddled together whispering seemed normal.
Luke sat directly at the bar and ordered a bottle of guarana.
The bartender remained calm at the request.
It is not uncommon to see foreign guests who are allergic to alcohol but still want to come to the bar. Anyway, most of the guests who come to this bar don't come to drink.
Luke drank the juice and used his keen sense of smell to scout the situation here.
Don't worry too much about the hall. The main target of reconnaissance is the top two floors of this large three-story building. That's where Christo's people should be gathered.
There were quite a few people on the top two floors, about thirty, but there were not many people on the third floor, especially in a large office.
According to the tattooed middle-aged man, this is his boss's base. The person in charge, Pedro da Silva, is out on business during the day and usually comes back here to rest at night.
Luke was not in a hurry. He drank the guarana slowly and ordered a glass of acai juice.
It has to be said that Brazil has a lot of tropical fruits. Apart from the common ones, no one knows whether there are dozens or hundreds of specialties.
It’s a pity that foodie Na didn’t come with us, otherwise she would be able to drink juice in different ways here and it would be so enjoyable.
Not long after, a beautiful woman sat on his right.
In fact, Luke had noticed her before she came over, and his face with his back to her had a rather strange expression.
But it was only a short moment before he regained his composure and began to wonder: What is this person doing here? Is he trying to steal my head
As he thought about it, he turned his head and said hello with a smile: "Hi, can I buy you a drink?"
This Latina beauty looked to be about 23 or 24 years old, with her semi-long black hair covering half of her face.
Hearing Luke's invitation, she glanced at him sideways and said in a lukewarm tone: "How old are you? Does your mother know that you are drinking here?"
Luke shrugged and gestured with the cup in his hand: "Juice. In fact, what I want to treat you to is also juice."
The black-haired beauty was stunned for a moment, glanced at the drink in his glass, and the corners of her mouth twitched a little.
It is not uncommon to see people coming to the bar without drinking.
But it is extremely rare to treat a woman to a drink or juice.
She turned her gaze back and said, "Save your pocket money and buy soda for the little girls at school. I don't need it."
Luke didn't care: "Can we chat?"
The black-haired beauty wanted to refuse, but when she looked at his tender face and sincere eyes, her heart softened for some reason: "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke pondered for a moment before saying, "Tell me, if someone feels that he can't keep up with you and wants to go home to farm, how can you dissuade him from doing so?"
The black-haired beauty was stunned, but a thoughtful look flashed in her eyes and she remained silent for a long time.
This question is very simple. The key words are actually "going home" and "farewell", which can easily evoke reactions from certain specific groups of people, such as the person next to me.
She was lost in thought for a moment and sighed, "I don't know. Maybe... accompanying her back to her hometown is also a good choice?"
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? Then if..."
The two of them chatted casually like this.
Luke didn't ask many questions, and the topic quickly deviated from its original direction as he casually talked about other things.
The brunette also snapped out of her initial question, but she also felt a little weird about Luke.
She always felt that this young man with a young face seemed a little old.
But he was very different from those boys in school who pretended to be melancholy and mature, but she couldn't describe him accurately at once.
Fortunately, Luke's conversation with her was purely casual, and even if she didn't say anything for a few minutes, he would just look around leisurely and didn't force her to answer.
The two people seemed to be chatting, or just like strangers who were casually exchanging pleasantries to pass the time.
It was already eight o'clock and the bar was already bustling.
Hot beauties and men of all kinds came pouring in, creating a completely different atmosphere than when Luke first came in.
A Latino DJ with dreadlocks walked onto a small stage, fiddled with his equipment, and then slowly raised his hands: "Are you ready~~~"