Luke rummaged in the backpack behind him, took out another bag of black stuff, and threw it into the legs of the short man in the sports car: "Don't say anything about selling the car, otherwise you will know what's going on."
The little man curled his lips: "Do I need you to tell me?"
Luke laughed, climbed into the driver's seat of the Hummer, closed the door, and waved to Vanessa: "Thank you, I'll ask you to recommend a car next time I buy one."
The little man couldn't help but interrupt: "Hey, can't you just come to me? I have a lot of cars..."
Vanessa looked at him with contempt but said nothing.
This short man is the boss of a black market car dealership, and he is not exaggerating at all.
Luke shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, I don't like men, so I don't want you to earn my introduction fee." As he said that, he stepped on the accelerator and the Hummer rumbled out.
The short man was stunned, and then he made two high international hand gestures towards the back of the Hummer: "I don't like men either!"
After cursing, he turned his head to look at Vanessa and sighed helplessly: "Well, if it's me, I'd also like to make a deal with you."
"Keep my share and get out." Vanessa said coldly.
The short man curled his lips, quickly checked the money in the black plastic bag in the car, wrapped two stacks of money in newspaper, and threw them to her: "Okay. Next time this prodigal comes to buy a car, you must introduce it to me. You see, I am very trustworthy. If I say 10%, then..."
Vanessa took the bag of money, turned around and left, not bothering to pay attention to him.
The little man was silent for a moment, then he said dissatisfiedly: "Is it great to be rich? Is it great to be rich? I... well, being rich is really great."
…
In the dark night, Luke drove on the road.
On the way, he found a gas station, filled up his car with gas, and bought some water, food and juice at a small supermarket nearby.
Ten minutes later, we got back on the road, got on the cross-sea bridge and drove towards Niteroi City.
While driving, he recalled the information Pedro had given him.
I have to say that this little boss Pedro is quite cunning.
The few locations he gave out were not where Cristo was, but Hernan Reyes's big hideout.
If Luke wasn't smart enough and charged in directly, he would probably be shot by dozens or even hundreds of guns.
Unfortunately, Luke interrogated Pedro's two bodyguards separately.
These two people followed Pedro every day and knew a lot of information.
After comparing the testimonies of the three people, Pedro's plan to lure Luke to Hernan to die failed.
Of course, Pedro, who is already dead, doesn't know that even if he doesn't do this, Luke will cause trouble for Hernan sooner or later.
In Luke's eyes, this big guy is a gift package of experience wandering around the Rio map.
The big boss Christopher went abroad a few days ago. The two bodyguards didn't know whether he went to the United States or a country in South America.
The whereabouts of the real owner, Lisa Feng, has been found.
The people who took Lisa Feng away were Pedro and the two bodyguards.
They sent the female DEA agent to the Itaoca Mountains northeast of Niterói.
The two bodyguards couldn't tell the exact location. They had not been to that mountain stronghold many times and didn't even notice how far away it was.
It is a mountainous area and there are no buildings or streets around that could serve as landmarks.
Luke didn't care.
Once we get to the mountain, we can launch the drone and check where people are gathering. It won’t be difficult to find this secret mountain stronghold.
The only thing he is not sure about is how much time he will need to complete the search.
Hopefully it won't be too long, as he is still waiting to return to Rio to harvest the experience package of Hernan Reyes.
In the dark night, Luke crossed the cross-sea bridge and drove along the coastal road all the way to the northeast.
In the middle of the night, he drove his car to the side of the road, lay down and slept for two hours.
This modified Hummer has this advantage: the steel plates added to the outside are enough to withstand ordinary rifle bullets.
Lying there, Luke at least didn't have to worry about a sudden barrage of bullets from outside.
At four o'clock in the morning, he got up after a good sleep, stretched comfortably, washed his face and brushed his teeth.
After eating breakfast while sitting on the grass outside the car, he patted his stomach in satisfaction, then got in the car and set off.
The drone took off again and moved forward at a constant speed not far in front of the vehicle.
Luke searched all the way here last night, but found no place that matched the mountain stronghold.
It was a busy day yesterday, and he needs to rest and adjust his state.
At this moment, he was full of energy and had a full stomach, just in time to start working.
The drones discovered certain traces one after another, which turned out to be the mountain villas of some wealthy people, giving two false warnings.
An hour later, the third reminder came, and when Luke saw the place, he felt that he had found the right place.
By the side of a small river, there was a wooden bungalow surrounded by barbed wire, with a watchtower and armed guards, which was basically the same environment as described by the two bodyguards.
This place doesn't look like a place for rich people to vacation, it looks more like a prison cell.
Luke parked the Hummer in the woods on the side of the road and hid it. He took out his tablet and began to operate the drone for reconnaissance.
There are five guards visible in this mountain stronghold, and these are just the number of people who are on night duty.
According to normal rules, the total number of guards here will not be less than fifteen, otherwise the patrols will not be able to be scheduled.
Brazil has no shortage of people willing to work for money, so the number of guards has to be overestimated, probably around twenty to twenty-five people.
As the drone circled, it suddenly sent back another picture.
Luke looked around and found that it was another camp two kilometers away.
Compared to the stronghold here, that camp is more like a military camp, with more patrolmen and places similar to barracks. It is conservatively estimated that the number of people is over a hundred, and there is a direct road connecting that camp and the small stronghold here.
Luke rubbed his chin: Why does this look like Christo’s private military camp
Suddenly, the drone issued a warning.
He was stunned for a moment, then quickly landed the drone, adjusted the camera and looked up at the sky.
A moment later, a small drone resembling a model airplane flew through the air.
Luke scratched his head: So, I'm not the only one doing reconnaissance around here
He thought about it, then took out a drone from the storage space and launched it into the air.
This time the drone did not approach the small stronghold, but hovered high in the sky above the roof of his car, searching the area around the small stronghold.
It didn't take long for him to discover something unusual.
More than a hundred meters away from the stronghold, in a dark forest, a team of six people had quietly lurked.
The special operations equipment they wear has a distinct American style, and the binocular night vision goggles are also conspicuous.
What is American style? To sum it up, it’s expensive!