Luke fumbled in the backpack behind him a few times, took out a bag of black things again, and threw it on the lap of the little man in the sports car: "Don't talk about selling cars, or you will understand."
The little man curled his lips: "What do you need to say?"
Luke laughed, climbed into the driver's seat of the Hummer, closed the door, and waved to Vanessa: "Thank you, I will ask you to introduce me next time I buy a car."
The little man couldn't help interjecting: "Hey, can't you just find me? I have a lot of cars..."
Vanessa cast a contemptuous look, but said nothing.
This little man is the boss of a black market car dealership, this is not bragging at all.
Luke shook his head regretfully: "I'm sorry, I don't like men, so I don't want you to earn my introduction fee." As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer drove out with a rumble.
The little man was taken aback for a moment, and then made two tall international gestures to the back of the Hummer: "Labor and management don't like men either!"
After scolding, he turned his head to look at Vanessa, and sighed helplessly: "Well, if it were me, I would also like to make deals with you."
"Keep my share and get out," Vanessa said coldly.
The little man curled his lips, quickly checked the banknotes in the black plastic bag in the car, wrapped two stacks of newspapers, and threw them to her: "Okay. Next time this prodigal son comes to buy a car, he must introduce it to you." Me. You see, I am very reputable, say 10% and…”
Vanessa took the bag of banknotes, turned around and left, not bothering to talk to him.
The little man was dumb for a moment, and then he said dissatisfiedly: "Is it amazing to be rich? Is it amazing to be rich? What the hell am I... Well, it's amazing to be rich."
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In the dark night, Luke drove on the road.
On the way, he found a gas station, filled up the car, and bought water, food, and juice in the small supermarket next to him.
Ten minutes later, I drove back on the road, boarded the sea-crossing bridge, and headed towards Niteroy City.
While driving, he recalled the information Pedro gave.
I have to say that the little boss Pedro is still very cunning.
As far as the few locations he gave were not where Cristo was, they were Hernán Reyes' big den.
If Luke had lost his brain and went straight in, he might be swept away by dozens of guns.
Unfortunately, Luke interrogated Pedro's two bodyguards separately.
The two followed Pedro every day and knew a lot of news.
After the three people's confessions were compared, Pedro's plan to lure Luke to Hernan to die fell through.
Of course, Pedro, who was already cold, would not know that even if he didn't do this, Luke would find trouble with Hernan sooner or later.
In Luke's eyes, this boss is an experience package for wandering around the Rio map.
The boss, Christo, went abroad a few days ago, whether he was in the United States or a certain country in South America. The two bodyguards didn't know.
The whereabouts of Lisa Feng, the rightful lord, were found.
The person who captured this Lisa Feng happened to be Pedro and these two bodyguards.
They sent the female DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) agent to the Itaoca Mountains northeast of Niteroi.
The two bodyguards couldn't explain the specific location. They didn't go to that mountain stronghold many times, and they didn't even pay attention to how far it was.
It was mountainous again, and there were no buildings or streets around that could serve as landmarks.
Luke didn't care.
Wait until the mountain, and then raise the drone, and then check the place where people gather. It is not difficult to find this hidden mountain stronghold.
The only thing that is uncertain is how much time he needs to complete this search.
I hope it won't be too long, he is still waiting to go back to Rio to harvest the experience package of Hernan Reyes.
In the darkness of night, Luke crossed the sea-crossing bridge and drove northeast along the road by the sea.
In the middle of the night, he pulled the car to the side of the road, lay down and slept for two hours.
This modified Hummer has this advantage, the steel plate installed on the outside is enough to resist ordinary rifle bullets.
Lying there, at least Luke didn't have to worry about a sudden burst of bullets from outside.
At four o'clock in the morning, after a good night's sleep, he got up, stretched comfortably, washed his face and brushed his teeth.
Sitting on the grass outside the car and having breakfast, he patted his stomach contentedly, got in the car and set off.
The drone lifted 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 stronghold in the mountains.
Yesterday was considered a busy day, and he also needed a proper rest to adjust his state.
At this moment, he is full of energy, full of belly, just in time to start work.
The drones found some traces one after another, but it turned out that there were some rich people's mountain villas, and two oolong reminders came.
An hour later, the third reminder came. When Luke saw the place, he felt that he had found the right place.
Along a small river, a wooden bungalow surrounded by barbed wire, as well as guard towers and guards with guns, was basically the same as the environment described by the two bodyguards.
It doesn't look like a place for rich people to vacation here, it looks more like a prison cell.
Luke parked the Humvee in the woods on the side of the road to hide, took out the tablet and started to operate the drone for reconnaissance.
There are only five guards that can be seen in this mountain stronghold, and this is only the number of people who stay up late on duty.
According to the normal law, the total number of guards here will not be less than fifteen, otherwise the patrol schedule will not be able to be arranged.
There is no shortage of people in Brazil who are paid for their lives, so the number of guards has to be overestimated, twenty to twenty-five.
In the circle of the drone, another picture was suddenly sent back.
Luke looked around and found that it was another camp two kilometers away.
Compared with the stronghold here, the camp is more like a military camp, with more patrols inside, and a place similar to a barracks. It is conservatively estimated that the number of people is over a hundred, and there is a direct road between the camp and the small stronghold here.
Luke rubbed his chin: How does this look like Christopher's private barracks
Suddenly, the drone issued a warning.
He froze for a moment, quickly landed the drone, adjusted the camera at the same time, and looked at the sky.
A moment later, a small drone resembling a model airplane flew across the sky.
Luke scratched his head: Co-author, isn't he the only one doing reconnaissance around here
After thinking for a while, he took out another drone from the storage space and lifted it into the air.
This time the drone did not approach the small stronghold, but hovered high above the roof of his car, searching around the small stronghold.
It didn't take long for him to discover the anomaly.
More than a hundred meters away from the stronghold, there was still a dark forest, and a team of six people had already quietly lurked.
The special operations equipment on them has an obvious American style, and the binocular night vision device is also conspicuous.
What is American style? To sum it up in one word, expensive!