Chapter Five Hundred and Fifteen, Can You Please Have a Drink?

Although most of the women on the beach are still average, there are also many beautiful busty Brazilian girls and beauties among tourists from all over the world.

Sunny weather, beach bikinis, their attractive bodies can be seen at a glance.

Especially when playing beach volleyball, Luke nodded unconsciously after watching it for a long time.

The waitress who brought Luke's meal to the side smiled and said, "If you want, I can accompany you to a fight after get off work."

Luke looked sideways, looked at this Brazilian beauty who looked at most sixteen years old, but had a body that was more explosive than many twenty-year-old women, and laughed: "It's a pity, I have something to do later."

The beauty shrugged nonchalantly: "Then I wish you all the best."

Luke nodded with a smile, took out a five-dollar knife and handed it to her: "But I'm still very grateful for your reminder, I won't miss everything here, they're all so wonderful."

The Brazilian beauty smiled and took the banknote from his hand: "You really know how to coax girls."

Saying that, she took it out from the trouser pocket behind the denim shorts, took out a business card and stuffed it with him: "You are very cute, so for the first time I don't need to charge."

Luke was stunned for a moment, watched the man leave, 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 diner and took out his notebook to check 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 once someone escapes, he needs to chase.

Hope things don't get so messy. He thought so.

When the time came to evening, Luke went out with his bag on his back and got on the bus after eating dinner at a small restaurant.

After forty minutes wandering around on the bus, he arrived at the Wild Jungle Bar.

At seven o'clock, the bar has begun to have people entering the venue one after another.

Luke thought about it,

Find a secluded corner and refill the makeup on your face.

Going into a bar at night and wearing sunglasses is really irritating, not a movie actor or a movie character.

Now, he has adjusted his skin to be slightly brown, which can be considered to solve the problem of not tanning no matter what.

With black lenses in his eyes, covering his ice-blue pupils, and 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 setting inside is similar to most bars.

Slightly hazy lights, some colors interspersed, and very low music, it seems normal for customers to gather together and whisper.

Luke sat directly in front of the bar and asked for a bottle of Guarana.

For such a request, the bartender looked as usual.

It is not uncommon for foreign guests who are allergic to alcohol to come to the bar to play. Anyway, most of the guests who come to this bar are not for drinking.

Luke was drinking the juice and had already used his keen sense of smell to detect the situation here.

Don't worry too much about the hall. The main object of reconnaissance is the upper two floors of this large three-story building, which should be the place where Christopher's personnel gather.

There are a lot of 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 tattoos, here is his online lair. The owner, Pedro da Silva, works outside during the day and usually returns here to rest at night.

Luke was not in a hurry, he finished the guarana in a hurry, and ordered another glass of acai juice.

I have to say that there are a lot of tropical fruits in Brazil. Except for the popular ones, no one knows whether there are dozens or hundreds of special products.

It's a pity that the foodie Na didn't follow, otherwise, it would not be pleasant for her to drink juice 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 was quite strange with his back to her.

But it was only a short moment before he regained his composure and pondered in his heart: What is this guy doing here? Shouldn't you be robbing yourself!

While thinking about it, he turned his head sideways and said hello with a smile: "Hey, can I buy you a drink?"

This Latina beauty looks about twenty-three or four years old, and her black half-long hair covers half of her face.

Hearing Luke's invitation, she glanced sideways at him and said lukewarm: "How old are you? Does your mother know you're drinking here?"

Luke shrugged and gestured with the cup in his hand: "Juice. Actually, what I want to invite you to drink 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.

It is not uncommon for people to come to bars without drinking.

But it is absolutely rare to invite a woman to drink a glass of juice.

She turned her eyes back: "Keep your pocket money and invite the little girls in school to drink soda, I don't need it."

Luke didn't care: "Can we talk then?"

The black-haired beauty wanted to refuse, but looking at his tender face and sincere eyes, her heart softened inexplicably: "What do you want to talk about?"

Luke pondered for a moment before saying: "You said, if a person feels that he can't keep up with you and wants to go home to farm, how can he dispel this person's thoughts?"

The black-haired beauty was stunned, but thought flashed in her eyes, and she was speechless for a long time.

This question is very simple. The key words are actually two "going home" and "parting", which can easily evoke the reactions of certain people, such as this one beside him.

She was distracted for a moment and sighed: "I don't know. Maybe... It would also be a good choice to accompany her back to her hometown?"

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? What if..."

The two of them chatted without a word.

Luke didn't ask many questions, and then he casually talked about other things, and the topic quickly deviates from the original direction.

The black-haired beauty also pulled away from the original question, but she also felt a little weird about Luke.

She always felt that this young man with a tender face seemed a little old-fashioned.

But he is very different from the little boys in school who pretend to be melancholy and mature, but she can't describe it accurately.

Fortunately, Luke's chat with her was completely gossip. Even if she didn't say a word for a few minutes, he looked around leisurely and didn't mean to ask her to answer.

The two seemed to be chatting, but also like strangers casually passing the time.

It was also eight o'clock, and the bar had become bustling.

Hot beauties and men of all colors poured in, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Luke first came in.

A Latino DJ with dreadlocks walked onto a small stage, fiddled with the equipment a few times, and then slowly raised his hands: "Are you ready~~~" (Are you ready?)