Luke looked strange: "Naked...? Really?"
Vanessa's face flushed a little: "What do you think?"
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Now, this matter is evened?"
Vanessa put her arms around his neck and murmured in his ear: "The money doesn't seem to be enough?"
Luke chuckled: "Then let's find a more comfortable place and discuss slowly how to repay the principal and interest?"
Vanessa didn't say anything, just bit his earlobe lightly with her teeth, obviously she was very interested in how he would repay the principal and interest.
On the cross-sea bridge at this moment, Fleger looked at the two corpses on the car, and ordered: "Let's go, send these two piles of junk back, maybe they can be used as experimental materials."
An agent beside him looked at the sea beside him and asked, "Where's the safe?"
As he walked, Flage said, "You still want to fish it up and take it away in front of the Rio police?"
The detective thought about it too.
But I heard Fleige whisper: "Find someone who is more skilled in underwater business, and secretly take it away at night."
The detective beamed.
If there was really that much money in the safe, at least one hundred and eighty thousand of the bonus could be divided this time.
He hurriedly asked: "Boss, we don't care about the person who killed these two hedgehogs?"
Flag got into the car: "Just let the cia here pay attention."
The agent nodded, got into the driver's seat, and drove away.
For the person who killed the hedgehog brother, at most they will keep an eye on them and won't take them too seriously.
After all, in terms of intelligence, the black man only showed extraordinary precision marksmanship, strong rope skills, and very good driving skills.
These are all normal.
Fleger himself could easily kill or capture a foolish transcendent like Brother Hedgehog.
There is nothing to be afraid of a transcendent who has no strength but no brains and skills.
Why did most of those extraordinary humans disappear? It's not that they all have a peaceful heart, but that they don't have the guts.
The vast majority of transcendental beings alone cannot resist a small group of well-trained and well-coordinated elite soldiers.
Like Fleger and his dozens of agents, if they are prepared, they are capable of fighting against most extraordinary humans.
As long as the extraordinary ability is not a particularly troublesome type, being arrested is only a matter of time-consuming.
"Boss, isn't that black man worse than the average level of our team?" the detective driving the car casually said.
Flagg hummed: "Almost."
In fact, in his estimation, his team members should be worse than that person, and he might surpass the opponent.
But this gap doesn't make much sense.
The strength of ordinary elites does not have much advantage before the number advantage.
Unless it is like a former colleague he knows, who has reached the peak of human combat tactics, can he exert the terrifying effect that one person is an army.
Fleger himself knows very well that if he is not loyal to the United States, then he is not irreplaceable.
In the days that followed, Luke's leisurely schedule was also meticulous and efficient.
During the day, Vanessa, a local tour guide, dressed up in disguise, visited and played in various attractions in Rio, and stayed in a hotel at night for double accommodation.
In the middle of the night, after Vanessa fell asleep tiredly, he went out to harvest energetically.
Every day, I can go back to the hotel before dawn, sleep for two hours again, and then wake up the electric eye and long legs to continue to repay the principal and interest.
As the saying goes, there is a degree of relaxation, and both leisure and work are correct.
The experience points in the system skyrocketed at a rate of 3,000+ per day.
It's not his own jurisdiction, not the originally peaceful and peaceful city, his method of harvesting experience points is more simple and rude.
Kill a group of people, throw some of the corpses to the hideout of the hostile forces, and then kill the people on the other side.
This became a gang fire.
As for why these gangs suddenly merged, no one can figure it out.
But my own members are quite dead, and these gangs don't have the intention of everyone sitting down and reasoning, just take out the guys and do it.
Fortunately, these fires will basically not involve the tourist areas in the central and southern districts of the city, and Luke and Vanessa's itinerary will basically not be affected.
Today, it is raining in Rio.
Rio, without the clear sky, shows another kind of beauty in the rain.
In the slightly cool and humid sea breeze, Luke hugged Vanessa and slept in a hut by the sea.
This is a small detached villa.
It is a kind of enjoyment to live in this kind of seaside hut once in a while after living in a large hotel.
The small villa is very quiet, only the faint sound of the sea breeze and raindrops falling on the roof and the trees outside.
Vanessa's smooth and warm body was in Luke's arms, but he was looking at the sky, thinking about his next action plan.
With the level of interest paid today, Vanessa will sleep until dawn.
And the rainy night is more suitable for him to go out to do errands.
Suddenly, the counterfeit phone vibrated.
Luke quickly grabbed the phone, looked at the map and more than a dozen red dots that suddenly appeared on it, and frowned.
In an instant, he put a T-shirt on Vanessa who was sleeping soundly beside him, and he ran away.
Opening the door facing the sea, his figure turned into a blurry black shadow, rushed across the plank road of more than ten meters in an instant, and plunged into the sea water.
Vanessa in his hands also woke up in the sea, with a strange expression on her face: "You...uh"
Luke covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "There is a gunman."
Vanessa immediately closed her mouth consciously, clasped her hands tightly, and let Luke lead her quickly through the sea.
In less than twenty seconds, Luke took her to the beach more than 100 meters away, and hid under the porch of another cottage nearby.
"You wait here, don't make a sound, I'll be back soon." He said softly, and wanted to leave.
Vanessa gave him a pull: "If it's dangerous, don't go."
She had confidence in his fighting power, but the opponent came prepared, but Luke only wore a pair of shorts.
This situation is too bad.
Luke chuckled and touched under her T-shirt: "I'm not stupid, it's fine."
Saying that, he jumped into the sea again and returned to his house.
Whoosh!
A line of fire suddenly sprang out not far away and shot into the cabin of the two of Luke.
Boom!
A ball of fire suddenly exploded in the hut, and a fine crackling sound resounded in the hut.
Luke watched this scene in the sea, and raised his brows: Hey, the rpgs have been taken out, or are they prefabricated grenades with steel balls, are you trying to turn yourself into a hornet's nest
After the hut was destroyed by this grenade, more than a dozen black figures around quickly approached, kicked open the door and rushed in.
"Where are people?"
"There's no one in the bed."
"Nor the bathroom."
"Go to the beach and see."
Luke saw the timing and went ashore on the beach not far from the cottage, his figure quietly disappearing among the trees, flowers and plants on the shore.
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