Although most of the women on the beach are still average, there are also beautiful and busty Brazilian girls and beauties among tourists from all over the place.
In fine weather, bikinis on the beach, their beautiful bodies can be seen at a glance.
Especially the place where beach volleyball was played, Luke unconsciously nodded after watching it for a long time.
The waitress who brought Luke's meal by the side smiled and said, "If you want, I can accompany you to a game after get off work."
Luke looked sideways at this Brazilian beauty who looked at most 16 years old, but her figure was more explosive than many 20-year-old women, and laughed: "It's a pity, I have something to do later."
The beauty shrugged indifferently: "Then I wish you all the best."
Luke smiled and nodded, took out a five-dollar knife and handed it to her: "But thank you for your reminder, I won't miss everything here, they are all so wonderful."
The Brazilian beauty smiled and took the banknote from his hand: "You are really good at coaxing girls."
As she spoke, she took out a business card from the back pocket of her denim shorts and stuffed it to him: "You are very cute, so I don't need to charge you for the first time."
Luke froze for a moment, watched this man leave, then looked at the business card in his hand, and laughed.
Co-authored, they are professional companions.
After the episode, no one bothered Luke again.
He huddled in the corner of the small restaurant, took out his notebook and checked the information.
There was no sign of Wild Jungle Bar at the location pointed out by the newsstand owner, but he still zoomed in on the nearby satellite map to observe the surrounding traffic conditions.
It's a big den there, and if someone escapes, he needs to pursue it.
Hope things won't be so troublesome. He thought so in his heart.
It was evening, and after Luke had dinner at a small restaurant, he packed his bag and went out, and got on the bus.
After forty minutes of wandering on the bus, he arrived at the Wild Jungle Bar.
At seven o'clock, people began to enter the bar one after another.
Luke pondered for a while, found a secluded corner, and added makeup to his face again.
Wearing sunglasses in the bar at night is really too coquettish, either a movie actor or a movie role.
Now, he has adjusted his skin to be slightly brown, which can be regarded as solving the problem of not getting tanned no matter what.
With black colored contact lenses in his eyes, covering his ice blue pupils, coupled with his quickly spray-dyed black hair, a half-length beard, and slightly raised corners of his eyes, Luke looks like Someone else.
A few minutes later, he walked into the bar empty-handed.
The layout inside is similar to most bars.
Slightly dim lights, some colorful dots, and very low music, the customers whispering together seem normal.
Luke sat directly in front of the bar and ordered a bottle of Guarana.
For this kind of request, the bartender looked normal.
It is not uncommon for foreign guests who are allergic to alcohol to come to the bar. Anyway, most of the guests who come to this bar are not for drinking.
Luke was drinking juice and had already used his keen sense of smell to detect the situation here.
Don't pay too much attention to the hall, the main object of reconnaissance is the upper two floors of this large three-story building, which should be the place where Christo's personnel gather.
There are many people on the upper two floors, about thirty people, but there are not many people on the third floor, especially in a large office.
According to the middle-aged man with the tattoo, this is the lair where he went online. The person in charge, Pedro da Silva, is out on business during the day, and usually returns here to rest at night.
Luke was not in a hurry, he drank the guarana unhurriedly, and ordered another glass of acai berry juice.
I have to say that there are a lot of tropical fruits in Brazil. No one knows whether there are dozens or hundreds of specialties except the high-end products.
It's a pity that Foodie Na didn't follow, otherwise it would be a pleasure to let her drink juice here in a different way.
Not long after, a beautiful woman sat on his right.
Luke actually paid attention to her before she came over, and his face with his back to her was quite strange.
But it was only for a short moment before he regained his composure and pondered in his heart: What is this guy doing here? Shouldn't you be grabbing the head with yourself!
While thinking about it, he turned his head sideways and greeted with a smile: "Hi, can I buy you a drink?"
This Latin American beauty looks about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with black half-long hair covering half of her face.
Hearing Luke's invitation, she glanced sideways at him, and said in a lukewarm tone, "How old are you? Does your mother know you're drinking here?"
Luke shrugged and gestured with the cup in his hand: "Juice. In fact, what I want to buy you is also juice."
The black-haired beauty froze for a moment, glanced at the drink in his glass, and the corners of her mouth twitched a bit.
It is not uncommon for people to come to bars without drinking.
But it is absolutely rare to invite a woman to have a drink or fruit juice.
She turned her gaze back: "Keep your pocket money and treat the little girls at school to drink soda, I don't need it."
Luke didn't take it seriously: "Can we talk about it?"
The black-haired beauty wanted to refuse, but seeing his tender face and sincere eyes, her heart softened inexplicably: "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke pondered for a moment before saying: "Tell me, if a person feels that he can't keep up with you and wants to go home and farm, how can he dispel his idea?"
The black-haired beauty was stunned, but thought flashed across her eyes, and she was speechless for a long time.
This question is very simple. The key words are actually two "going home" and "farewell", which can easily arouse the reaction of certain people, such as the person next to me.
She was in a daze for a moment, then sighed: "I don't know. Maybe... going back to my hometown with her is also a good choice?"
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? Then if..."
The two of them were like this, chatting without saying a word.
Luke didn't ask many questions, and then casually talked about other things, and the topic quickly deviated from the original direction.
The brunette beauty also pulled away from the initial question, but she also had a weird feeling for Luke.
She always felt that this young man with a tender face seemed a bit old-fashioned.
But there was a big difference between him and the young boy in school who pretended to be melancholy and mature, but she couldn't describe it accurately.
Fortunately, the chat between Luke and her was completely chatty. Even if she didn't say a word for a few minutes, he would still look around leisurely, and didn't mean to ask her to answer.
The two seemed to be chatting, but also seemed to be strangers casually passing the time.
It was eight o'clock, and the bar had become bustling.
Hot beauties and men of all colors rushed in, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Luke first came in.
A Hispanic DJ with dreadlocks walked onto a small stage, fiddled with the equipment a few times, and then slowly raised his hands: "areyouready~" (are you ready?)