If there is follow-up income, Luke can only learn from Pedro, put a lot of banknotes into a big bag, and put it in the bank's private safe.
Being rich is really annoying!
While sighing, he raised his hand and stopped a taxi: "Where there are many good cars, take me there."
The taxi driver laughed loudly: "Wow, Amari? No problem, I'll take you to a good place and definitely have the best car."
After more than 20 minutes, the taxi driver braked: "How is it? This is definitely the place with the most good cars in Rio. Well, there are also many beautiful women."
Luke smiled, raised his hand and threw a few beautiful knives over: "The more are tips."
The driver smiled, took a look at the green bills, and made sure they were not counterfeit bills. He poked his head out and shouted at Luke's leaving back: "Dude, if you are as generous to those girls as you are to me, they will be very happy." Had a great night with you."
Luke waved his hand without looking back, indicating that he heard the advice, and walked into the crowd.
The driver slammed his mouth: "The rich kid." He started the car and drove away.
Luke didn't feel sorry for giving the driver a hundred dollars. He was already worrying about how to take away the harvest later. If he didn't waste it quickly, he felt uncomfortable all over.
After walking a few steps, his expression changed suddenly, he got behind the car next to him, and greeted a person who was taking something from the trunk: "Hi, beauty, long time no see."
The woman paused, turned around slowly, and looked sideways.
The moment she saw Luke, she frowned: "Who are you?"
Luke chuckled: "Miss Vanessa, have you forgotten? We have good memories in New York, and 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 that little policeman from New York?"
Luke smiled: "Here, I am a tourist."
The woman gave him an annoyed look, that look seemed to be reproachful, or mocking, but also provocative.
Luke has only seen such a beautiful woman with electric eyes and long legs in the New York bank robbery, Vanessa.
"What do you want?" she asked, leaning on the car with her arms folded.
Luke shrugged: "Just to say hello, and if you can, please do me a favor."
Vanessa: "What's the matter?"
Luke: "I want a car, the speed should not be too slow, it should be stronger, and it would be better if it can carry some off-road functions."
Vanessa sneered: "The one you want should be a pickup, where can I get the car you want?"
Luke smiled and said, "But there are always people who have this kind of car, don't they?"
Vanessa: "Why should I help you?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a while: "Money?"
Vanessa thought of the cartload of banknotes, and her heart was bleeding: "Need I remind you, how much money did you take from me?"
Luke chuckled: "The past is over, don't you earn what you should earn?"
Vanessa snorted coldly: "You are a little policeman, who do you want to buy with money? You can't even afford my car."
Luke took out the backpack behind him, and threw a bag of black things to her: "Within 30 minutes, I will fix my car, and this money will be your referral fee."
Vanessa subconsciously caught the thing he threw, and just pinched it, and she knew it was a banknote.
Quickly blocking the package with her body, she opened the black plastic bag outside the car and her body, checked it a few times, and immediately threw it into the trunk and closed it immediately.
"Ten minutes, but it's not cheap to buy a car." She said simply.
Luke made an ok gesture.
A few minutes later, she was waving from afar.
Luke walked over.
A small man stood beside Vanessa. Seeing Luke approaching, he said directly, "You want a car? A big guy who is very strong and has great strength?"
Luke thought about the wording, felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and nodded decisively.
The little man: "One price, two hundred thousand dollars, if you want, I will show you the car."
Luke: "Okay, but it's good to just drive the car over here. I'm in a hurry to use the car." Anyway, if there is something wrong with the car, then this guy will have to pay him $200,000 in youth damage fees.
He likes people who follow the rules, and he likes people who don't.
The little man simply drove away quickly.
While Vanessa listened silently to the conversation between the two, she waited until the little man left before she said, "I didn't expect you to fall too."
Luke smiled: "Is there an inevitable connection between being rich and being corrupt? Why can't I spend the money that I (the Internal Revenue Service) has collected on the money I earned by my own ability?"
Vanessa snorted: "Then what kind of policeman are you? Wait, you're not a policeman anymore?"
She suddenly remembered that with this person's ability, she really wanted to think carefully, making money might not be too difficult.
For example, in her car, there was more than ten million dollars in cash.
In the case of the New York bank robbery, as long as the little policeman dared to do it, he could earn more than a hundred years of salary at one time, and he could retire immediately.
Luke smiled and shook his head: "No, I really like being a policeman. Work makes me happy."
Vanessa snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid of me calling out?"
Luke spread his hands: "What's your name? Say I'm an American policeman? I'm not the FBI, I'm just a tourist in Rio. Are you Brazilians so unfriendly to tourists?"
Vanessa was dumbfounded.
There's nothing wrong with this logic.
The Los Angeles police will not come to Brazil to arrest these people around them, and everyone will be completely out of touch.
While the two were chatting, the little man came back, followed by a big black guy in his sports car.
When Luke saw it, his jaw almost dropped.
The little man looked at his expression in the convertible: "Don't say you don't want to pay."
Luke smacked his lips: "Ask me first, isn't this some stolen goods? I don't want to be wanted by the Brazilian police after driving out."
The little man laughed loudly: "Brother, you are overthinking. This is a privately modified Hummer. The ones that actually drive into the slums to perform tasks are military armored vehicles, not ordinary ones."
Luke took a closer look and found that this thing did have a lot of traces of self-modification, and there was no police painting, but it was similar to some armored vehicles of the Mexican police at first glance.
This modified Hummer can't stand up to rpg, and if it enters those places with dense alleys, it will only be blown into a ball of fire.
In Brazil, it is usually the army that uses armored vehicles. They will drive real military armored vehicles into the city as if fighting a war, and fight with gangs of traffickers.
It's a pity that after the fight, the traffickers are still alive and well.
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