Five Hundred and Fourteen Chapters Around the Sightseeing Head, Love and Kill Each Other

"No, it's popular all over the world to speak Chinese." Luke grinned at his aunt and said a sentence in Chinese, then waved his hand and ran into the alley next to him.

The aunt was stunned for a moment, and then immediately rejoiced: "Yo, this foreigner is really interesting, and the Chinese language is really slippery."

After this episode, Luke walked while thinking about the information given by the middle-aged tattoo.

Christo, aka Mikhail Tejkovic.

He has been in South American countries for a long time, such as Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, Colombia, and Brazil, using weapons in one hand and illegal drugs in the other, and made a fortune in transactions on both sides.

This matches the information given by the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).

Because that informant or detective's Lisa-Fong is following the line of illegal drugs.

The headache is that Lisa was caught by the middle-aged man with the tattoo just now, but when the person sent it to Christo, he didn't know his subsequent whereabouts.

The tattooed middle-aged man is just a peripheral horse leader of Christo, and he has no idea of ​​the real inside story of the gang.

Luke is also more convinced of this.

After all, the status quo wouldn't be thrown into this slum to drink beer and oversee drug retailing.

However, the middle-aged tattoo still knows a little about the gang, such as where his online line is.

Wild Jungle Bar.

He casually bought a tourist map from a roadside newsstand. He opened it and looked at it for a while, but he couldn't find the wild jungle bar.

Glancing at the honest-faced newsstand owner on the side, Luke took out another knife and stuffed it into his hand: "Can you point me to where the Wild Jungle Bar is?"

The newsstand owner looked at the beautiful knife in his hand, smiled and tapped a certain point on the map with his finger: "Here it is."

Luke raised his eyebrows: "You are sure."

The boss didn't even look at the map much, as if he just pointed it at random.

The newsstand owner smiled honestly: "For the price of the knife you gave directly, I guarantee it is 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 a very young age, one came to Rio just to see the statue of Jesus? Well, you are generous and pleasing to the eye, that's why I tell you so bluntly. "

Luke chuckled lightly, and took out another five-dollar knife and patted him on his hand: "You are also very honest, I wish you a good day."

The owner of the newsstand held up two banknotes with a smile and looked at Luke's distant back: "Hey, young Americans are 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's expression changed and he looked up.

Just a few dozen meters away, a few people appeared from the roof of a building. The sound of gunshots rang out. Several people were divided into two groups, chasing back and forth and going down the mountain.

Luke was amazed: it really is Rio, it really is a slum. Before I even did it myself, someone came first.

It seemed that two men and a woman were fleeing in front, and a large group of gunmen were chasing them.

From the few chasing the two at the beginning, they became a dozen or so, splitting into two sides chasing the two men and one woman in front.

Luke leisurely found a corner with the best view, grabbed the railing on the side, and looked down at the chase.

The two men and one woman in front were quickly divided into two groups under the pursuit.

A strong bald man led away most of the chasing troops, and he hurried forward on the roof of the shanty, which was a bit like Leto, the French parkour genius.

The other man and woman took the opportunity to flee further and further away, and gradually distanced themselves from the chasing soldiers of the large army, and it seemed that they could escape without hindrance.

However, the next moment Luke heard the sound of gunfire near the bald man, and a moment later a window shattered, and another bald man rushed out, chasing closely behind the first bald man.

Luke is a little confused: what are you doing? Why are they all bald and all muscles? Is it a brother drama that loves and kills each other?

However, he soon recovered.

The bald guy in front will not be mentioned, but the equipment in the back is obviously from the regular team.

Looking at the dangling fine chain police badge on his neck, Luke was speechless: Can this meet his peers?

Of course, if you come here and dare to hang your police badge, it is most likely the FBI, DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) wants others not to know their identity, and the CIA generally does not have the habit of revealing their identity.

The FBI is a federal policeman, and it's not wrong to say that it is Luke's colleagues, but these colleagues should not come to this case in his hands.

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 with gunshots all the way down, and finally bursting with a dense burst of gunfire, and calm was restored there.

He then walked down unhurriedly.

When passing a street intersection, he also got behind the crowd of onlookers, and looked inside like a curious baby on tiptoe.

The bodies of seven or eight masked gangsters with guns were lying there, and several people in bulletproof vests were talking there, including the second bald man who appeared.

Luke just took a few glances and turned away.

That's right, these are the people who came from the United States.

Actions, manners and language are the styles of regular teams, and the firearms and equipment are even more first-class.

The mercenaries wouldn't hang up an FBI badge and start a killing spree in Rio in broad daylight. That would be bad luck.

I just don't know, what are these FBI coming here for? Luke quickly gave up thinking about this boring question.

There are a lot of cases in Rio. If you really encounter it, then let's talk about it.

He got on a bus and studied the routes on the tourist map for a moment.

After a while, he got off and on again, and transferred to another bus.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, he felt relatively relaxed.

At least got off to a good start and didn't miss the start.

As long as there is a line that keeps him on the trail of Lisa, the rest of the problem can be solved as best as possible.

He is now handling the case, and what he dislikes the most is that there are no clues.

As long as there are clues, it is not too much of a problem for him.

He looked at the sky, it was close to noon, he took the bus all the way to the beach, and found a small restaurant for lunch.

Rio's public health is not bad, at least the tourist areas and downtown areas are OK, there is no large-scale epidemic disease.

In addition, as long as you don't go to the jungle to play, you generally don't need to take the yellow fever vaccine.

Looking at the beach not far from the restaurant, Luke looked at the increasing number of bikini beauties, and for the first time felt that his extraordinary eyesight was a little insufficient.