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

The small man curled his lips: "You still need to say it?"

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

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

Vanessa looked contemptuous on the side, but she didn't say anything.

This little man is the boss in the black market car dealership, and he has no intention of bragging at all.

Luke shook his head regretfully: "Sorry, I don't like men, so I don't want you to earn my introduction fee." As he said that, he stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the Hummer drove out rumbling.

The small man was stunned and then made two tall international gestures towards the Hummer's back: "Management and capital don't like men either!"

After scolding, he turned his head and looked at Vanessa, sighing helplessly: "Okay, if I were to do it, I also like to make deals with you."

"Leave my part and get out of here." Vanessa said coldly.

The small man curled his lips and quickly checked the banknotes in the black plastic bag in the car, wrapped them in two stacks of newspapers, and threw them to her: "Okay. Next time this prodigal son comes to buy a car, I will definitely introduce it to me. Look, I am very reputable, just say 10%..."

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

The small man was stunned for a moment before he said dissatisfied: "Is it great to have money? Is it great to have money? Is it great to have money? I'm fucking... OK, it's really great to have money."

...

In the dark night, Luke drove on the road.

Halfway through, he found a gas station, filled the car with oil, and bought drinking water, food and juice from a small supermarket next to him.

Ten minutes later, I drove back on the road, boarded the cross-sea bridge, and headed towards the city of Nitroy.

While driving, he recalled the information that Pedro had confessed.

I have to say that Pedro, the little boss, is still very cunning.

The places he explained were not where Christo was, but the large den of Hernan Reyes.

If Luke had a little brain, he would be swept in directly, and he would probably be swept by dozens or hundreds of guns.

Unfortunately, Luke interrogated Pedro's two bodyguards separately.

These two people followed Pedro every day and knew a lot of news.

After a comparison of the confessions of the three people, Pedro's plan to lead Luke to Hernan to die was vain.

Of course, Pedro, who was already cold, would not know that even if he didn't do this, Luke would sooner or later go to trouble Hernan.

In Luke's eyes, this big guy is a gift pack of experience wandering in the Rio map.

The big boss Christo went abroad a few days ago. The two bodyguards were not sure whether they were in the United States or in a certain country in South America.

The whereabouts of Lisa Feng, the real master, were found.

The person who captured Lisa Feng happened to be Pedro and these two bodyguards.

They sent the female agent from the dea (Drug Enforcement Administration) to the Itaoca Mountains northeast of Nitroi.

The two bodyguards couldn't understand the specific location. They didn't go to the mountain stronghold many times and didn't even pay attention to how far they were.

There is also a mountainous area, and there are no buildings or streets around it that can be used as landmarks.

Luke didn't care.

When I arrived in the mountain, I raised the drone again and found someone gathered to check it out. It was not difficult to find this hidden mountain stronghold.

But it's not sure how much time he needs to complete the search work.

Hopefully, he is still waiting to go back to Rio to harvest the experience gift package of Hernan Reyes.

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

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

This modification of Hummer has this benefit, and the steel plates installed on the outside are enough to resist ordinary rifle bullets.

Lying there, Luke at least didn't have to worry about suddenly shooting a string of bullets from 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, so he got in the car and set off.

The drone took off again and advanced not far ahead of the vehicle at a constant speed.

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

I was busy all day yesterday, so he also needed to take a proper rest and adjust his condition.

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

The drone discovered some traces one after another, but the result was that some wealthy mountain villas came twice with a misunderstanding.

An hour later, the third reminder came. When Luke looked at the place, he felt that he had found the right place.

By a small river, a wooden house surrounded by barbed wire, as well as a sentry tower and gun guards, which are basically the same as the environment described by the two bodyguards.

It doesn't look like a place where rich people take a vacation, but more like a prison cell.

Luke stopped the Hummer in the woods on the roadside and hid it, took out the tablet and started operating the drone for reconnaissance.

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

According to normal rules, the total number of guards here will not be less than fifteen, otherwise the patrol squads will not be able to line up.

Brazil is not short of people who work hard for money, so the number of guards has to be overestimated, which looks like twenty to twenty-five.

The drone suddenly passed back another picture as it circled.

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

Compared with the strongholds here, that camp is more like a military camp, with more patrols inside, and there are places similar to barracks. The conservative estimate is that the number of people exceeds a hundred, and there are also direct roads to the small strongholds here.

Luke rubbed his chin: Why does it look like Christo's private military camp?

Suddenly, the drone issued a warning.

He was stunned for a moment, quickly landed the drone, and at the same time adjusted the camera and looked into the sky.

A moment later, a small drone similar to a model aircraft passed by in the air.

Luke scratched his head: Joining it, isn't the only one around him doing reconnaissance?

He thought about it, took out a drone from the storage space and took it out.

This time the drone did not get closer to the small stronghold, but instead floated high above the roof of his car and searched around the small stronghold.

Not long after, he discovered an abnormality.

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

Their special combat equipment has a very obvious American style, and the binocular night vision device is also conspicuous.

What is American style? In summary, it’s expensive!
Chapter completed!