Luke looked strange: "Naked...? Really?"
Vanessa's face flushed a little: "What do you think?"
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Now, is this matter even?"
Vanessa put her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "That amount of money doesn't seem to be enough, right?"
Luke chuckled and said, "Then let's find a more comfortable place and slowly discuss how to repay the principal and interest?"
Vanessa didn't say anything else, but just gently bit his earlobe with her teeth. It was obvious that she was very interested in how he was going to repay the principal and interest.
At this moment on the cross-sea bridge, Flagg looked at the two bodies in the car and ordered, "Let's go, send these two piles of junk back. Maybe they can be used as experimental materials."
An agent next to him glanced at the sea and asked, "Where's the safe?"
As he walked, Flagg said, "You still want to fish it out and take it away in front of the Rio police?"
The agent thought so too.
But he heard Flagg whisper: "Find someone who is more skilled in underwater business and secretly take it away at night."
The detective smiled.
If there really was that much money in the safe, the prize money this time could be divided into at least 100,000 or 80,000.
He asked quickly, "Boss, are we going to ignore the man who shot these two hedgehogs?"
Flagg got in the car: "Just ask the CIA here to keep an eye on it."
The agent nodded, got into the driver's seat, and drove away.
As for the person who killed the hedgehog brothers, they will at most keep an eye on him and won't care too much.
After all, according to the intelligence, the black man only showed extraordinary accurate shooting skills, extremely strong rope skills, and very good driving skills.
These are all within the normal range.
Flagg himself can easily kill or capture stupid extraordinary people like the Hedgehog Brothers.
A supernatural being who only has strength but no brains or skills is not to be feared at all.
Why do most of those extraordinary humans disappear? It's not because they all have a peaceful heart, but because they don't have the courage.
The vast majority of extraordinary people cannot resist a small team of well-trained and well-coordinated elite soldiers on their own.
People like Flagg and the dozens of agents under him, if they are well prepared, can fight against most extraordinary humans.
As long as the supernatural power is not of a particularly troublesome type, being captured is just a matter of time.
"Boss, that black man is not worse than the average level of our team, right?" the agent driving the car said casually.
Flag hummed, "About the same."
In fact, he estimated that his teammates should be worse than that person, and he might be better than the other person.
But this gap doesn't mean much.
The strength of ordinary elites does not have much advantage when faced with the advantage in numbers.
Unless one has reached the pinnacle of human combat tactics like a former colleague he knew, he could unleash the terrifying effect of one person being an army.
Flagg himself knew very well that if he were not loyal to the United States, he would not be irreplaceable.
In the following days, Luke's itinerary was leisurely yet meticulous and efficient.
During the day, I disguised myself with Vanessa, a local tour guide, and visited various attractions in Rio. At night, I stayed in a hotel and lived together.
Late at night, after Vanessa fell asleep tiredly, he went out to harvest in high spirits.
Every day I can get back to the hotel before dawn, sleep for two hours again, and then wake up the girl with charming eyes and long legs to continue repaying the principal and interest.
As the saying goes, there is a balance between relaxation and work.
The experience points in the system skyrocketed at a rate of more than 3,000 per day.
It was not his own jurisdiction, nor was it the originally peaceful and harmonious city, so his means of harvesting experience points were simpler and more brutal.
Kill a group of people, throw some of their bodies to the enemy's hideout, and then kill the other group of people.
This turned into a gang fight.
As for why these gangs suddenly started fighting each other, no one could figure it out.
But their own members were lying dead on the ground, and these gangs had no intention of sitting down and talking things out. They just took out their weapons and started fighting.
Fortunately, these fights basically do not involve the central city and southern tourist areas, so Luke and Vanessa's itinerary is basically unaffected.
It rained in Rio today.
Without the clear sky, Rio shows a different kind of beauty in the rain.
In the slightly cool and humid sea breeze, Luke held Vanessa in his arms and slept in a small house by the sea.
This is a small single-family villa.
After having enough of staying in high-rise hotels, it is a pleasure to occasionally stay in a cottage like this by the sea.
The small villa was very quiet, with only the faint sound of the sea breeze and raindrops falling on the roof and the trees outside.
Luke held Vanessa's smooth and warm body in his arms, but he was looking at the sky, thinking about his next plan of action.
With the level of interest payments today, Vanessa will sleep till dawn.
And the rainy night is more suitable for him to go out and do things.
Suddenly, the counterfeit phone vibrated.
Luke quickly grabbed the phone, looked at the map that suddenly appeared on it and the more than ten red dot marks on it, and frowned immediately.
He immediately put a T-shirt on Vanessa who was sleeping beside him and ran away.
Opening the door facing the sea, his figure turned into a blurry black shadow, and in an instant he rushed across the more than ten-meter-long plank road and plunged into the sea.
Vanessa in his arms also woke up in the sea water, with a strange look on her face: "You... um"
Luke covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "There's a shooter."
Vanessa immediately closed her mouth, clasped her hands tightly, and let Luke lead her quickly in the sea.
In less than twenty seconds, Luke brought her to the beach more than a hundred meters away and hid under the porch of another cottage nearby.
"Wait here and don't make any noise. I'll be back soon." He said softly and wanted to leave.
Vanessa pulled him back and said, "If it's dangerous, don't go."
She was confident in his fighting ability, but the other party came prepared, and Luke was only wearing shorts.
This situation is too unfavorable.
Luke chuckled and touched her under her t-shirt: "I'm not stupid, it's okay."
Having said this, he jumped into the sea again and returned to his house.
whoosh!
A line of fire suddenly shot out from not far away and shot into the cabin where Luke and his companions were.
Boom!
A ball of fire suddenly exploded in the hut, and a series of fine crackling sounds rang out in the house.
Luke was watching this scene in the sea with a raised eyebrow: He even took out the RPG, and used prefabricated grenades with steel balls. Is he trying to turn himself into a hornet's nest
After the hut was destroyed by the grenade, more than a dozen black shadows quickly approached, kicked open the door and rushed in.
"Where are the people?"
"There's no one in the bed."
"Neither does the bathroom."
"Let's go to the beach."
Luke seized the opportunity and went ashore on the beach not far from the cabin, his figure quietly disappearing among the trees, flowers and plants on the shore.