Luke has confirmed that Pedro and his party came here with cash.
The strong smell of banknotes says it all.
He quietly moved closer, and the drone was slowly flying above.
In that small building, there was the smell of more banknotes.
Whose coffer is this? Luke murmured in his heart.
Suddenly the tablet in his hand vibrated, and he glanced at it with a strange expression.
On the screen, three cars came galloping and stopped behind Pedro's three cars before the iron gate of the small building opened, and seven or eight masked men in black hoods came down with a whimper, all holding A bundle of X bombs was directly pasted on the windshield of the rifle and armored vehicle.
Pedro's people were all forced out of the car, lying on the ground obediently, not daring to move at all.
Two black hoods went over and knocked over two bodyguards carrying money bags from behind.
Only Pedro was left with his hands raised up helplessly, shutting his mouth obediently as the other party gestured to zip his mouth, waiting for the iron door to open.
Luke was amazed: Rio is such a good place.
On the first day in the slums, you can watch parkour chases, and on the second day, there is also a scene of hacking and robbing the small treasury!
The group of black and black people cooperated well, but Luke could see that they were basically from wild backgrounds, not like regular troops.
After entering, there was a commotion on the ground floor of the small building, and there were screams, but there was no gunfire.
This group of people was still very restrained, they just knocked down a few guards who wanted to resist with the butt of their guns.
Luke continued to approach, and climbed out of a certain transom to look in.
The light inside is dim, and there are various banknotes on the long tables put together in two rows.
More than a dozen women wearing only a few strands of underwear were being driven away from the long table by the group of black hoods that rushed in.
Luke knew at a glance that this was some processing or packaging place of the trafficker gang.
For example, things like medicines and cash, they like to use women to sort, organize, and pack.
Women are timid, cautious, and quick-moving, so they are suitable for this kind of labor, and they don't need to be paid too much.
In order to prevent someone from being obsessed with money and stealing sheep, they will let women take off only a little underwear to work.
The black hoods acted very quickly, gathering a dozen men and a dozen women inside and outside the house within a few minutes.
Women can stand while men kneel in a row.
One of the men was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He wanted to resist being beaten just now. He shouted with hatred on his face: "You will die, you will all die, you can't hide."
One of the men in the black hood took two steps forward and tore off his hood: "Who wants to hide!"
The guard stared: "Are you crazy? Are you crazy!"
He couldn't help shouting: "Do you know whose money this is? Do you dare to steal it, and do you know what the consequences will be?"
Another person also pulled off the hood suddenly: "Of course we know."
Luke raised his eyebrows: It's these two
He had actually seen these two people who took off their hoods.
Yesterday afternoon in the slums of Rossinia, these two men and a woman were chased and killed by a large group of people.
The first one to tear off the hood was the big bald guy that Luke remembered deeply.
The second was a rather handsome white youth.
However, Luke was not too surprised by the appearance of these two.
What really surprised him was a black hood standing guard with a gun in a certain corner.
The man hid in the darkness, just watched quietly, and did not take off the black hood.
Luke's window was closer to this person, and he smelled a somewhat familiar smell with his keen sense of smell.
He was stunned for a moment, carefully sizing up this person's figure for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up: This one is also an old acquaintance!
Over there, the bald man grabbed an oil barrel casually and poured the remaining half of the barrel of gasoline on the small cart next to him.
On the trolley was a large pile of cash that had just been collected from the house.
Luke looked a little tongue-tied.
This pile is basically US dollars, and there are some euros and pounds. It is conservatively estimated to be worth millions of US dollars.
Judging by his posture, this bald man wouldn't want to do that kind of thing, would he
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 even several people in the black hood group moved their bodies involuntarily.
Luke felt that these people must also want to shout "stop! This is money! (Stop, this is small money)" or something like that.
But the bald man didn't hesitate at all, and just tossed lightly like that, and the lighter landed on the pile of gasoline-drenched banknotes.
boom! Tall flames rose.
Luke could hear almost everyone's gasping voice: Damn, how dare you burn it!
Even a person like Luke, who is not short of money, subconsciously wants to rush in and put out the fire.
However, he restrained this primitive impulse in an instant, and murmured in his heart: Fortunately, using the money from the dealer to exercise his nerves of treating money as nothing is not bad.
Anyway, he wouldn't burn his own money to exercise.
The bald man walked up to the guard: "So, we are not stealing."
The guard looked dull, as if he was about to collapse.
The bald man continued: "Send a message to your boss, we did it! Tell him that our business with him is not over yet."
Luke snickered in his heart when he heard the words: So, it's a personal grievance! This is fun.
The black hoods retreated under cover, got into the car and left quickly.
Luke thought for a while, but didn't follow.
The bald man is against the traffickers, he may be a good guy or a bad guy.
But he prefers that the bald man and his gang are people in the gray area, and so is the "old acquaintance" he knows, so he doesn't care about the personal grievances between the bald man and the boss of the trafficker gang.
His current main goal is to find Lisa Feng's whereabouts.
Because the little boss Pedro was very sensible, he didn't show any intention of resisting, so he was only pushed a few times and was not injured.
As soon as the black hood was gone, he cursed and said to the guard leader: "I paid this month's money, it was burned, it is the responsibility of your guards, 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, took us hostage, and burned at least several million dollars. You say this has nothing to do with you? "
Pedro looked ugly: "I was also held hostage."
Guard leader: "I don't care if I say anything about it. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, go with me to see Boss Hernan. You know how the big boss deals with traitors!"
Pedro's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he said bitterly, "You're cruel."
He really didn't dare to let the guard say nonsense to Hernan, if he was regarded as a traitor by Hernan, even if he was not Hernan's direct subordinate, he would die a miserable death.