"No, it's popular all over the world to speak Chinese." Luke smiled and said to the aunt in a correct manner, waved his hand and ran into the alley next to him.
The aunt was taken aback for a moment, and then she was happy: "Oh, this foreigner is really interesting, and the Chinese language is really slippery."
After this little episode, Luke walked while thinking about the information given by the middle-aged man with the tattoo.
Christo, also known as Mikhail Tejkovic.
He has been in South American countries for a long time, such as Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, Colombia, and Brazil, with weapons in one hand and illegal drugs in the other, and made a fortune in the transactions between the two sides.
This matched the information given by the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).
Because Lisa Feng, the informant or detective, was tracking down the routes of illegal drugs.
The headache is that Lisa was arrested by the tattooed middle-aged man just now, but when she was sent to Christo, he didn't know where she would go next.
The middle-aged man with tattoos is just a leader of Christo's outside gangsters, and he has no idea about the inside story of the real gang.
Luke is also more convinced of this.
After all, no one with status is thrown into this ghetto to drink beer and watch over drug sales.
However, the tattooed middle-aged man still knows a little about the gang, such as where his online is.
Wild Jungle Bar.
He bought a tourist map at a roadside newsstand, and he opened it to look at it for a while, but he couldn't find that wild jungle bar.
Glancing at the honest-looking newsstand owner, Luke took out another dollar knife and stuffed it into his hand: "Can you point me to the Wild Jungle Bar?"
The newsstand owner looked at the beautiful knife in his hand, smiled and tapped a point on the map: "Here."
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure."
The boss didn't even look at the map much, as if he just pointed at it casually.
The newsstand owner laughed honestly: "For the money you gave directly, I guarantee it's there. Besides, the girls there have big butts, and you Americans like it there."
Luke snorted, "Are you sure?"
The newsstand owner nodded: "Single boy, at an age full of firepower, came to Rio just to see the statue of Jesus? Well, you are very generous and pleasing to the eye, so I will tell you so simply. "
Luke chuckled, and then took out a five-dollar knife and slapped him on the hand: "You are also very honest, I wish you a good day."
The newsstand owner picked up two banknotes with a smile, and looked at Luke's back as he went away: "Hey, the young American is generous. A few good words are actually more than the toll."
As Luke walked, he looked at the map in his hand, overlapping with the map in his mind.
Suddenly there was a loud noise.
Luke changed his face and looked up.
Just a few tens of meters away, several people emerged from the roof of a building, gunshots rang out, and they were divided into two groups, chasing back and forth and heading down the mountain.
Luke was amazed: It really is Rio, it really is a slum. Before I even did this, someone came first.
There seemed to be two men and a woman fleeing in front, while a large group of gunmen were chasing behind.
They changed from a few chasing the two at the beginning to more than a dozen, dividing into two sides and chasing the two men and one woman in front.
Luke leisurely found a corner with the best view, pulled the railing on the side, and turned sideways to look down at the chase.
The two men and one woman in front were quickly divided into two groups under the pursuit.
A bald-headed strong man distracted most of the pursuers, and he rushed forward on the roof of the shanty by himself, which was a bit like the French parkour genius Leto.
Another man and a woman took the opportunity to flee farther and farther away, and gradually distanced themselves from the pursuers of the large army. It seemed that there was no problem in escaping.
However, the next moment Luke heard gunshots near the bald man, a window shattered suddenly, and another bald man rushed out, chasing closely behind the first bald man.
Luke was a little confused: what are you doing? Why are they all bald and muscular? Is it a brother drama about falling in love and killing each other
However, he soon came back to his senses.
I won't mention the bald man in front, but the equipment in the back is obviously from a regular team.
Looking at the dangling thin chain police badge around his neck, Luke was speechless: Can you meet your peers
Of course, the ones who dare to hang up their police badges here are most likely the FBI, the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) wishing that others would not know their identity, and the CIA generally does not have the habit of revealing their identity.
The FBI is the federal police, so it is not wrong to say that Luke is with him, but these colleagues should not be here for the case in his hand.
There are not so many suspects in the case in his hand.
It can only be said that there are too many cases here in Rio.
Luke sighed, watching a chaotic chase all the way down with the sound of gunfire, and finally burst into a dense burst of gunfire, and calm was restored there.
Only then did he walk down unhurriedly.
When passing by a street intersection, I also got behind the crowd of onlookers, stood on tiptoe and looked inside like a curious baby.
There were seven or eight corpses of masked gangsters with guns lying there in disorder, and several people in bulletproof vests were talking there, including the second big bald man who appeared.
Luke just took a few glances, then turned and left.
That's right, these are people from the United States.
Actions, demeanor and language are all in the style of a regular team, and the firearms and equipment are first-class.
The mercenaries don't hang up the fbi police badge and kill in Rio in broad daylight. It's bad luck to do that.
I just don't know, what are these fbi's here for? Luke quickly gave up thinking about this boring question.
There are a lot of cases in Rio, so let’s talk about them if we encounter them.
He got on a bus and studied the route on the tourist map for a moment.
After a while, he got off and got on again, and transferred to another bus.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, he was still in a relatively relaxed mood.
At least it got off to a good start and didn't fail.
As long as there is a line that allows him to follow Lisa's whereabouts, then the rest of the problems can be resolved as best as possible.
What he dislikes the most when working on a case now is that there are no clues.
As long as there are clues, it is not a big problem for him.
He looked at the sky and saw that it was close to noon, so he took the bus all the way to the beach and found a small restaurant for lunch.
The public health in Rio is pretty good, at least in tourist areas and downtown areas, and there are no large-scale epidemics.
In addition, as long as you don't go to the jungle to play, you generally don't need to be vaccinated against yellow fever.
Luke looked at the beach not far from the restaurant, and there were gradually more and more beauties in bikinis. For the first time, he felt that his extraordinary eyesight was not enough. d