At nine o'clock the next morning, Hernan went out.
Luke looked at the images sent back by the drone and thought: "Who are these two new guys?"
Unlike before, the two people who sat in the back seat of the luxury car with Hernan were dressed in gray clothes, covering themselves tightly from head to toe.
Their faces were similar to Luke's when he was doing private work, with hoods and sunglasses on.
The two men were of average height, about 1.75 meters, but they looked very strong, with their thighs thicker than Vanessa's waist.
A power player
Luke just thought about it and shook his head.
An average-level power athlete cannot gain an advantage against guns and cars, so he must also be agile.
But there were no signs of firearms on these two men, at most they were carrying pistols.
As he pondered, he hoisted onto Hernan's car from a distance.
At half past nine, Hernan's car pulled into the police station.
The boss was not completely confident in his policemen and would check his money every day.
At the same time, his men and the police were frantically searching for traces of Dominic and his group, as well as... the traces of a certain suicidal powerful man who slapped him hard in the face.
At this moment, Hernan was walking in the police station with a big mask covering his face.
Seeing the surprised look from the director beside him, he said angrily, "Is it not okay if I have a cold?"
The chief immediately expressed his sincere belief in this reason and said directly, "Boss, the police station has now stepped up its security. The number of guards has doubled compared to usual, and there are also special special police members guarding the warehouse. You don't have to worry."
Hernan just nodded, but muttered in his heart: Idiot, I'm really worried that you're going to embezzle my money!
Soon, he went to the warehouse to check the money inside, then returned to the director's office and sat down, while the director stood there honestly like a pony.
Hernan waved his hand impatiently: "Go and do your thing. Don't stand here."
The director nodded immediately and went out.
Hernan waited until the door was closed before taking off his big mask, revealing his face that was swollen like a pig's head on both sides.
Fortunately, at the moment, he only had his two most trusted brothers around him, and they would not laugh at his face.
"Boss, if you catch the guy who hit you in the face, hand him over to me. I will break every bone in his body." A man in gray said in a hoarse voice.
Hernan nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."
These two brothers are loyal, but they don't know how to read people's expressions and they keep bringing up irrelevant issues.
Is there any need to mention this? When has Hernan ever suffered such a big loss
Thinking of what happened the afternoon before yesterday, Hernan felt depressed.
If he had been shot several times the day before yesterday, he might have been very angry, but he would never have felt so aggrieved.
At this moment, there was actually nothing wrong with his body. His face, which was swollen by 50%, could only be considered a minor injury.
But he would rather have been shot the day before yesterday, because that would at least be in line with his status as a big boss.
Any boss who has never been shot is unqualified.
But if you get slapped in the face and can't find the person who caused it, it would be a huge embarrassment.
Even now, Hernan still felt puzzled.
Who on earth is the psychopath who grabbed me just to slap myself
Moreover, what that person said the day before yesterday made him even more angry.
He touched the buttocks of many women, who knows which one he was referring to? Should he kill all the boyfriends of the women whose buttocks he touched? Hundreds of people would die in the city.
Afterwards, he also found the surveillance video of the hotel.
After analyzing the situation, his subordinates regretfully told him that they could not find any clues about that person.
When telling Hernan the news, the men who were checking the surveillance were sweating, and were glad that there was no video of Hernan being beaten.
As a big boss in Rio, Hernan certainly didn't allow the hotel to monitor where he was sitting.
In fact, the man was never in range of the camera before or after the attack on Hernan.
On the other hand, the attacker was wearing sunglasses, a sun hat, and had a big beard. He also had something in his mouth that changed the shape of his face.
Therefore, there were many onlookers around, but no one had any impression of the attacker's appearance or clothing.
In fact, his subordinates felt that no one dared to say that they had an impression of him.
Unless they are idiots, no local would say they remember what happened at that time.
The key point of this incident is that Hernan was pinned down and slapped.
Remember the attacker admitted that he saw Hernan being beaten!
But the tourists' investigation showed that no one could see the man's true face or whereabouts.
Who hit Hernan in the face has become a new unsolved mystery in Rio.
While Hernan was sulking there, Dominic and the others had already arrived outside the underground parking lot of the police station.
Two police cars drove to the entrance of the parking lot, one in front and one behind, escorting a somewhat shabby homemade armored vehicle in the middle.
Looking at the oddly modified flatbed behind the old armored vehicle, the police officer on duty at the guardrail asked, "What's the matter with this pickup truck?"
The police officer in the driver's seat looked in the rearview mirror and listened to his companion in the passenger seat counting down quietly: "Three, two, one, go ahead."
The driver suddenly raised his hand and pointed the Taser in his hand at the policeman who was looking over.
Two nail heads with metal wires flew out and hit the policeman on duty, who instantly fell down twitching.
At the same time, a Taser was fired from the passenger seat of the police car behind, knocking down a special police officer next to him.
The three cars started almost at the same time, broke the railings and rushed into the underground parking lot.
"We only have thirty seconds." The driver in the armored vehicle said on the walkie-talkie.
Everyone began to count down silently in their hearts.
Thirty, twenty-nine!
The police car leading the way ahead has already made way.
Twenty-seven, twenty-six!
The homemade armored vehicle began to accelerate wildly. The raised steel bumper on the front bumper was rough but absolutely solid.
Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the armored vehicle crashed through a wall and rushed into a room.
Twenty-two, twenty-one.
The armored vehicle retreated and began to turn around. A piece of iron plate fell from the rear bed, hanging diagonally between the ground and the bed.
Twenty, nineteen, ... sixteen, fifteen ... eleven, ten!
Four people got out of two police cars. Two of them pulled out the trailer hook at the back of the police car and fastened it to the alloy bolt in the safe that was as thick as an arm.
The other two quickly pasted several plastic x-drugs on the walls around the vault, shouting, "Done."
The four people ran out almost at the same time.
Five, six!
Of the four people, two got into the police car, and one of the remaining two shouted, "Ready, detonate."
Three, two, one!
Boom boom boom boom!
A series of not-so-violent explosions sounded, and the walls around the safe shattered, leaving a circle of large holes.