Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four Is It Great to Have Money?

Luke touched the backpack behind him a few times, took out a bag of black things again, and threw it on the lap of the little man in the sports car: "Don't talk too much about selling cars, or you'll understand."

The little man pouted: "You still need to say it?"

Luke laughed, climbed into the driver's seat of the Hummer, closed the door, and waved to Vanessa: "Thank you, I'll introduce you to me next time I buy a car."

The little man couldn't help but interrupt: "Hey, can't you just find me directly? I have a lot of cars there..."

Vanessa cast a contemptuous look on the side, but said nothing.

This little man is the boss of a black market car dealership, and this is no bragging at all.

Luke shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, I don't like men, so I don't want you to earn my referral fee." He stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer rumbled out.

The little man was stunned for a moment, and then he made two high international gestures at the back of the Hummer: "Labor and management don't like men either!"

After scolding, he turned his head to look at Vanessa, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I also like to make deals with you."

"Keep my share and get out," Vanessa said coldly.

The little man pouted, and quickly checked the banknotes in the black plastic bag in the car, wrapped two stacks of newspapers, and threw them to her: "Okay. Next time this prodigal buys a car, he must also introduce it to her. Me. You see, I'm very reputable, if you say 10%..."

Vanessa took the package of bills, turned around and left, too lazy to pay attention to him.

The little man was dumbfounded for a moment before he said dissatisfiedly: "Is it great to be rich? Is it great to be rich? What am I... well, being rich is really great."

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In the dark, Luke drove on the road.

On the way, he found a gas station, filled the car with gas, and bought water, food and juice in the small supermarket next to him.

Ten minutes later, I drove back on the road, got on the sea-crossing bridge, and drove towards the city of Nitroy.

While driving the car, he recalled the information that Pedro gave.

I have to say, Pedro is a very cunning little boss.

As far as the locations he explained, they were not where Christo was, but Hernan Reyes' big den.

If Luke is short of brains and kills directly, he is afraid that he will be swept away by dozens or hundreds of guns.

Unfortunately, Luke interrogated Pedro's two bodyguards separately.

These two people follow Pedro every day, and they know a lot of news.

After comparing the three people's confessions, Pedro's plan to lead Luke to Hernan to die was in vain.

Of course, Pedro, who was already cold, wouldn't know that even if he didn't do it, Luke would find trouble with Hernan sooner or later.

In Luke's eyes, this boss is an experience gift bag wandering in the Rio map.

And Christo, the big man, went abroad a few days ago, specifically in the United States or in a certain country in South America, the two bodyguards did not know.

The whereabouts of Lisa Feng, the true master, have been found.

It was Pedro and these two bodyguards who took Lisa Feng away.

They sent the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) female agent to the Itaoka Mountains, northeast of Nitroy.

The two bodyguards couldn't understand the exact location. They didn't go to that mountain stronghold many times, and they didn't even notice how far it was.

Again, it was mountainous, and there were no buildings or streets around that could serve as landmarks.

Luke didn't care.

When you are in the mountain, raise the drone again, and check the place where people gather. It is not difficult to find this hidden mountain stronghold.

The only thing that is uncertain is how much time he will need to complete this search.

Hopefully it won't be too long, he's still waiting to go back to Rio to harvest the experience spree of Hernán Reyes.

In the vast night, Luke crossed the sea-crossing bridge and drove all the way to the northeast along the seaside road.

In the middle of the night, he pulled the car to the side of the road, lay down and slept for two hours.

This modified Hummer has this advantage. The externally installed steel plate is enough to withstand ordinary rifle bullets.

Lying there, Luke at least didn't have to worry about a sudden burst of bullets outside.

At four o'clock in the morning, after a good night's sleep, he got up, stretched comfortably, washed his face and brushed his teeth.

Sitting on the grass outside the car and having breakfast, he patted his stomach with satisfaction and got in the car to set off.

The drone took off again, moving at a constant speed not far in front of the vehicle.

Luke searched all the way here last night and found no place that matched the stronghold in the mountain.

Yesterday was a busy day, and he also needed to rest properly and adjust his state.

At this moment, he is full of energy, full of stomach, and just started work.

The drone found some traces one after another, but it turned out to be the mountain villa of some rich people, and two Oolong reminders came.

An hour later, the third reminder came, and when Luke saw the place, he felt that he had found the right place.

By a small river, a wooden bungalow surrounded by barbed wire, as well as a sentry tower and guards with guns, is basically the same as the environment described by the two bodyguards.

It doesn't look like a place where rich people go on vacation, it looks more like a prison cell.

Luke parked the Hummer to hide in the woods by the roadside, took out the tablet and started to operate the drone for reconnaissance.

There are only five guards that can be seen in this mountain stronghold, and this is only the number of people who stay up late on duty.

According to normal rules, the total number of guards here will not be less than fifteen people, otherwise the patrol schedule will not be able to be arranged.

Brazil also has no shortage of people who work hard for money, so the number of guards has to be overestimated, about twenty to twenty-five.

In the circle of the drone, another picture suddenly returned.

Luke looked at it and found that it was another camp two kilometers away.

Compared with the stronghold here, that camp is more like a military camp, with more patrols, and there is a place similar to a barracks. It is conservatively estimated that there are more than 100 people, and there is a direct road between the camp and the small stronghold here.

Luke rubbed his chin: This looks like Christo's private military camp?

Suddenly, the drone issued a warning.

He was stunned, quickly landed the drone, adjusted the camera, and looked at the sky.

After a while, a small drone similar to a model aircraft flew through the air.

Luke scratched his head: Co-author, is there more than one person doing reconnaissance around here?

After thinking for a while, he took out a drone from the storage space and launched it into the sky.

This time, the drone did not move closer to the small stronghold, but hovered high above the roof of his car to search around the small stronghold.

It didn't take long for him to discover the anomaly.

More than 100 meters away from the stronghold, there was still a dark forest, and a team of six people had quietly lurked.

The special operations equipment on them has a clear American style, and the binocular night vision goggles are equally conspicuous.

What is American style? To sum it up in one word, expensive!