If there is any follow-up income, Luke will have to follow Pedro's example and put the large sums of money into a big bag and put it in the bank's private safe.
Having money is really troublesome!
While sighing, he raised his hand to stop a taxi: "Take me to where there are more good cars."
The taxi driver laughed. "Wow, Ah Ruiken? No problem. I'll take you to a good place with the best cars."
After more than 20 minutes, the taxi driver braked and said, "How is it? This is definitely the place with the most nice cars in Rio. Yes, there are a lot of beautiful women too."
Luke smiled and threw a few dollars over: "The rest is for tips."
The driver smiled and took a few green bills and looked at them to make sure they were not counterfeit. He leaned his head out and shouted to Luke's departing back, "Hey, man, if you were as generous to those girls as you were to me, they would be happy to spend a wonderful night with you."
Without even turning his head, Luke waved his hand to indicate that he had heard the advice, and walked into the crowd.
The driver smacked his lips and said, "Rich kid." Then he started the car and drove away.
Luke didn't feel bad about giving the driver a hundred dollars. He was already worrying about how to take away the spoils. If he didn't waste some quickly, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
After walking a few steps, his expression suddenly changed. He got behind the car next to him and said hello to a person who was taking something out of the trunk: "Hi, beautiful lady, long time no see."
The woman paused, turned slowly, and looked sideways.
The moment she saw Luke, she frowned: "Who... are you?"
Luke chuckled, "Ms. Vanessa, have you forgotten? We had wonderful memories in New York. I even treated you to dinner."
The woman finally turned around completely, stared at him for a moment, her expression changed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Are you the little police officer in New York?"
Luke chuckled: "Here, I'm a tourist."
The woman rolled her eyes at him unhappily. Her eyes seemed to be reproachful and mocking, but also seemed to carry a hint of teasing.
Luke had only seen one such charming and beautiful woman with electric eyes, the electric-eyed, long-legged robber in the New York bank robbery, Vanessa.
"What do you want?" she asked, leaning against the car with her arms folded across her chest.
Luke shrugged. "Just saying hello, and helping me if I can."
Vanessa: "What help?"
Luke: "I want a car that's not too slow, a little sturdy, and even better if it has some off-road capabilities."
Vanessa sneered: "What you want should be a pickup truck. Where can you find the car you want here?"
Luke smiled and said, “But there are always some people who have this kind of car, right?”
Vanessa: "Why should I help you?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Money?"
Vanessa thought of the cart of money, and her heart was bleeding: "Do I need to remind you how much money you took from me?"
Luke chuckled: "The past is the past, don't you want to earn what you deserve?"
Vanessa snorted coldly: "You are just a small policeman, who are you trying to bribe with money? You can't even afford my car."
Luke rummaged through the backpack behind him and threw a bag of black stuff to her: "Finish my car within 30 minutes, and this money will be your introduction fee."
Vanessa subconsciously caught the thing he threw to her, and as soon as she squeezed it, she knew there were banknotes inside.
She quickly used her body to block the package, and lifted the black plastic bag outside the car. She took a few glances at it, then immediately threw it into the trunk and closed it.
"Ten minutes, but the car is not cheap," she said simply.
Luke gave an OK sign.
After a few minutes, she waved from a distance.
Luke walked over.
There was a short man standing next to Vanessa. He looked at Luke and asked directly, "You want a car? A big, strong one with a lot of power?"
Luke thought about the wording, felt it was okay, and nodded decisively.
The little man: "One price, two hundred thousand dollars. If you want, I'll take you to see the car."
Luke: "Sure, but just drive the car over here, I'm in a hurry." Anyway, if there's something wrong with the car, this guy will have to pay me $200,000 for the loss of my youth.
He likes people who follow the rules, and he likes people who don't follow the rules even more.
The little man was very decisive and drove away quickly.
Vanessa listened to the conversation between the two silently, and waited until the short man left before she spoke: "I didn't expect that you would also fall."
Luke smiled: "Is there a necessary connection between being rich and being corrupt? I earned the money with my own ability, and the IRS (Internal Revenue Service) has collected taxes on it, so why can't I spend it?"
Vanessa scoffed, "So what kind of police officer are you? Wait, you're not a police officer anymore?"
She suddenly remembered that with this person's ability, it would not be difficult for him to make money if he really wanted to be a little smart.
For example, there was more than 10 million US dollars in cash in her car.
During the New York bank robbery, if the young policeman had dared to take action, he could have earned enough salary for more than a hundred years in one go to support his retirement immediately.
Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, I like being a policeman. My work makes me happy."
Vanessa snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid that I will scream?"
Luke spread his hands: "What's your name? You said I'm an American policeman? I'm not an FBI, I'm just a tourist in Rio. Are you Brazilians so unfriendly to tourists?"
Vanessa was speechless.
There is nothing wrong with this logic.
The Los Angeles police will not come to Brazil to arrest these people around. They are not related at all.
While the two were chatting, the short man came back, with a big black thing following behind his sports car.
When Luke saw it, his jaw almost dropped.
The look on the little man's face from the convertible said, "Don't say you don't want to pay."
Luke smacked his lips. “First of all, this isn’t stolen goods, is it? I don’t want to be wanted by the Brazilian police if I drive out.”
The short man laughed. "Brother, you think too much. This is a privately modified Hummer. The ones that really go into the slums to carry out missions are military armored vehicles, not ordinary stuff like this."
Luke took a closer look and found that this thing did have many signs of self-modification and no police paint. It just looked similar to some armored vehicles of the Mexican police at first glance.
This modified Hummer can't withstand RPG. If it enters places with dense alleys, it will just be blown into a fireball.
In Brazil, armored vehicles are usually used by the military, who drive real military armored vehicles into the city and fight with drug trafficking gangs just like in a war.
Unfortunately, after the beating, the traffickers were still alive and well.