Luke has confirmed that Pedro and his group are escorting cash.
The strong smell of banknotes says it all.
He quietly moved closer, with the drone slowly flying overhead.
There was a smell of more money in that small building.
Whose slush fund is this? Luke wondered in his heart.
Suddenly the tablet in his hand vibrated. He took a look and looked strange.
On the screen, three cars came speeding and stopped behind Pedro's three cars before the iron gate of the small building opened. Seven or eight masked men with black hoods came down, all with rifles in their hands. A bundle of x-bombs was directly stuck on the windshield of the armored vehicle.
All of Pedro's men were forced out of the car and lay quietly on the ground, not daring to move at all.
Two men in black hoods came over and knocked down two bodyguards who were carrying money bags from behind.
Pedro was left with his hands raised helplessly. When the other party gestured to him like zipping his mouth, he shut up obediently and waited for the iron gate to open.
Luke exclaimed: Rio is such a great place.
On the first day, you can watch parkour chases in the slums, and on the second day, there are also scenes of robbing the treasury!
This group of gangsters cooperated skillfully, but Luke could see that they were basically from the wild and their style was not like that of regular troops.
After entering, there was a commotion on the ground floor of the building, and screams were heard, but there were no gunshots.
This group of people were still very restrained and only used the butts of their guns to knock down a few guards who wanted to resist.
Luke continued to approach, climbed up to a certain air vent and looked inside.
The light inside was dim, and on two long tables put together were various kinds of banknotes.
More than a dozen women wearing only a few pieces of underwear were being driven away from the long table by a group of people in black hoods who rushed in.
Luke knew at a glance that this was some processing or packaging location of the trafficking gang.
For example, when it comes to things like medicines and cash, they like to use women to sort, organize and pack them.
Women are timid, careful, and quick, so they are suitable for this kind of labor, and they don't need to be paid too much.
In order to prevent people from being greedy for money and stealing, they would make the women take off all their clothes except for their underwear.
The hooded men acted quickly, and in less than a few minutes they gathered together a dozen men and more than a dozen women inside and outside the house.
Women can stand, while men kneel in a row.
One of the men had blood coming out of his mouth and nose. He was beaten because he tried to resist. He shouted angrily, "You will die. You will all die. You can't hide."
A man in a black hood took two steps forward and pulled off his hood: "Who wants to hide?"
The guard's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? Are you crazy?"
He couldn't help but yelled, "Do you know whose money this is? Do you know what the consequences will be if you dare to steal it?"
Another person also suddenly took off his hood: "Of course we know."
Luke raised his eyebrows: These two
He had actually seen the two men who took off their hoods.
Yesterday afternoon in the Rocinha slum, these two men and a woman were chased and killed by a large group of people.
The first person to take off his hood was the bald man that Luke remembered so clearly.
The second one was a rather handsome white young man.
However, Luke was not too surprised by the appearance of these two people.
What really surprised him was a man in a black hood standing guard with a gun in a corner.
The man hid in the darkness, just watching quietly, and did not take off the black hood.
Luke's window was relatively close to the man, and with his keen sense of smell he could smell a somewhat familiar scent.
He was stunned for a moment, looked at the man's figure carefully for a moment, and raised the corner of his mouth: This guy is also an old acquaintance!
Over there, the bald man grabbed an oil barrel and poured the remaining half barrel of gasoline on the cart next to him.
On the cart was a large pile of cash that had just been collected from the house.
Luke was a little surprised when he saw it.
This pile is basically US dollars, with some euros and pounds. It is conservatively estimated to be worth at least one million US dollars.
Judging from the situation, this bald guy wouldn't want to do that kind of thing, right
Sure enough, the bald man took out a lighter and lit it with a ding.
Not only the guards and the woman looked terrified, but several people in the black hooded group moved their bodies involuntarily.
Luke felt that these people must have wanted to shout something like "Stop! This money!"
But the bald man did not hesitate at all. He threw the lighter lightly and it landed on the pile of banknotes soaked in gasoline.
Boom! A tall flame shot up.
Luke could hear almost everyone gasping: Damn it, you really dare to burn it!
Even someone like Luke, who had plenty of money, subconsciously wanted to rush in and put out the fire.
However, he suppressed this primitive impulse in an instant, muttering in his heart: Fortunately, I use the money from the dealers to train myself to treat money as nothing, so it's not a loss.
Anyway, he won't spend his own money to exercise.
The bald man walked up to the guard and said, "So, we are not stealing."
The guard looked dazed and seemed about to collapse.
The bald man continued, "Tell your boss a message. We did it! Tell him we're not done with him yet."
Luke heard this and laughed in his heart: So, it's a personal grudge! This is fun.
The men in black hoods retreated under cover and quickly got into the car and left.
Luke thought about it and didn't follow.
The bald man is against the traffickers, he may be a good guy or a bad guy.
But he was more inclined to believe that the bald man and his gang were people in the gray area, and the same was true of the "old acquaintance" he knew, so he didn't care about the personal grudges between the bald man and the boss of the drug trafficking gang.
His main goal at the moment is to find the whereabouts of Lisa Feng.
The little boss Pedro was very sensible and showed no intention of resisting, so he was just pushed a few times and was not injured.
As soon as the black hood left, he said to the guard leader, cursing, "I paid this month's money. It was burned. It's your guards' responsibility. It has nothing to do with me."
The guard leader looked at him and said coldly, "Pedro, this is Boss Hernan's money! They followed you in, held us hostage, and burned at least several million US dollars. You say this has nothing to do with you?"
Pedro looked grim: "I was also held hostage."
The guard leader: "I have no say in this matter. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, come with me to see Boss Hernan. You know how the boss treats traitors!"
Pedro's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he said bitterly: "You are so cruel."
He really didn't dare let the guard say anything nonsense to Hernan. If he was regarded as a traitor by Hernan, he would die miserably even if he was not Hernan's direct subordinate.