Chapter 521 Stop! This Is Money!

? Luke has determined that Pedro and his party came with cash.

The strong smell of banknotes says it all.

He quietly got closer, and the drone was flying slowly above.

In that small building, there was the smell of more banknotes.

Whose little vault is this? Luke muttered in his heart.

Suddenly the tablet in his hand vibrated, and he glanced at it with a strange look on his face.

On the screen, three sedans came galloping, and stopped behind Pedro's three cars before the iron gate of the small building opened. Seven or eight masked men with black hoods descended, all of them in their hands. Rifles, and a bundle of X bullets were directly attached to the windshield of the armored vehicle.

Pedro's people were all forced out of the car, lying on the ground honestly, not daring to move at all.

Two black hoods went over and knocked over two bodyguards with money bags from behind.

Only Pedro left his face helplessly raised his hands, and under the action of the other party's gesture of pulling the zipper on his mouth, he obediently shut his mouth and waited for the iron door to open.

Luke was amazed: Rio is such a good place.

On the first day, the slums could see parkour chasing, and on the second day, the scene of black eating and black robbing the small treasury also appeared!

The black and black group of people cooperated skillfully, but Luke could see that they were basically born out of the wild, not like the style of the regular army.

After entering, there was a commotion on the ground floor of the small building, and there were screams, but there was no gunshot.

This group of people was still very restrained, but they smashed over a few guards who wanted to resist with the butt of their guns.

Luke continued to approach, climbed up a transom and looked in.

It was dimly lit inside, and there were various banknotes on two long tables joined together in two rows.

More than a dozen women wearing only wisps of intimate clothing were being driven away from the long table by the group of black hoodies who were rushing in.

Luke knew at a glance that this was some processing or packaging location of the dealer gang.

For things like medicine and cash, they like to use women to sort, sort, and pack.

Women are timid, careful, and quick,

It is suitable to do this kind of work, and not to pay too much wages.

In order to avoid someone getting caught up in the money, they will let the women take off only a little underwear to work.

The black hoods moved quickly, and within a few minutes they gathered around a dozen men and more than a dozen women inside and outside the house.

Women can stand, while men kneel in a row.

One of the men was bleeding from the nose and mouth. He wanted to resist being beaten just now. He called out with a bitter expression: "You will die, you will all die, you can't hide."

A man in the black hood took two steps forward and tore off his hood: "Who wants to hide!"

The guard's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? Are you crazy!"

He couldn't help shouting: "Do you know whose money this is? You dare to steal it, do you know the consequences?"

Another man also suddenly took off his hood: "Of course we know."

Luke raised his eyebrows: It's these two?

He had actually seen the two people who took off their hoods.

Yesterday afternoon in the slums of Rossinia, it was these two men with a woman who were frantically hunted down by a large group of people.

The first person to take off his hood was the bald man Luke remembered deeply.

The second is a rather handsome young white man.

However, Luke was not too surprised by the appearance of these two.

What really surprised him was a black hood with a gun in a corner.

This man hid in the darkness, just watched quietly, and did not take off the black hood.

Luke's window was relatively close to this person, and his keen sense of smell smelled a somewhat familiar smell.

He was stunned for a moment, carefully looking at this man's figure for a moment, the corners of his mouth cocked up: This is an old acquaintance!

Over there, the bald-headed man grabbed an oil barrel and poured the remaining small half barrel of gasoline on the cart next to him.

On the trolley was a pile of cash that had just been collected from the house.

Luke looked a little tongue-tied.

This pile is basically US dollars, and there are some euros and pounds, which are conservatively estimated to be worth millions of dollars.

Looking at this posture, this bald man wouldn't want to do that kind of thing, would he?

Sure enough, the bald man took out a lighter and lit it with a ding.

Not only the guards and the woman looked terrified, but even several people in the black hooded group moved their bodies involuntarily.

Luke felt that these people must also want to shout something like "Stop! This is ney! (Stop, this is small money)".

But the bald-headed man didn't hesitate at all, just tossed it lightly, and the lighter fell on the pile of gasoline-drenched banknotes.

boom! High flames rose.

Luke could hear the voices of almost everyone gasping for breath: What's the matter, you really dare to burn!

Even someone like Luke, who is not short of money, subconsciously wants to rush in and put out the fire.

However, he restrained this primitive impulse in an instant, and muttered in his heart: "Fortunately, taking the money from the dealer to train his nerves to regard money as nothing is not a loss.

Anyway, he will not burn his own money to exercise.

The bald man walked up to the guard: "So, we're not stealing."

The guard looked sluggish and seemed to be about to collapse.

The bald man continued: "Tell your boss a message, this is what we did! Tell him that our business with him is not over yet."

When Luke heard the words, he snickered in his heart: It turned out that it was a personal grudge! This is fun.

The black hoods retreated under cover, and quickly got into the car and left.

Luke thought for a while, but didn't follow.

The bald-headed man is against the traffickers, it may be a good person or a bad person.

But he prefers that the bald guy and his gang are the kind of people in the gray area, as is the "old acquaintance" he knows, so he doesn't care about the personal grievances between the bald guy and the dealer gang boss.

His main goal at the moment is to find Lisa Feng's whereabouts.

Because the little boss Pedro was very acquainted, he did not show any intention of resisting, so he was only pushed a few times and was not injured.

When the black hood was gone, he cursed and said to the guard leader, "I handed over the money for this month. It was burned. It's your guard's responsibility, and it has nothing to do with me."

The head of the guard looked at him and said coldly: "Pedro, this is Boss Hernan's money! They came in with you, kidnapped us, and burned at least several million dollars. You said this has nothing to do with you? "

Pedro looked ugly: "I was also held hostage."

The head of the guard: "I don't care about this. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, just go with me to see Boss Hernan. You know what the big boss does to traitors!"

Pedro's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he said bitterly: "You are cruel."

He really didn't dare to let the guard say something to Hernan. If Hernan was regarded as a traitor, even if he was not Hernan's direct subordinate, he would die miserably.