Super Detective in the Fictional World

“No, Chinese is spoken in popularity all over the world.” Luke smiled at his aunt and spoke Chinese with a full mouth, waving his hand into the alley next to her.

Ma'am stunned and laughed: “Yo, this foreigner is so funny, Chinese words are really slippery. ”

After this little episode, Luke walked along, thinking about the information he had tattooed in his midlife.

Christo, aka Mikhail-Teikovic.

His long-standing mix of illicit drugs in various countries in South America, such as Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, Colombia and Brazil, has been rich in transactions on both sides.

That matches the information that the DEA guy gave us.

Because that informant or agent Lisa Von is tracking down a line of contraband drugs.

The headache was that Lisa had just been captured by the middle-aged man with the tattoo, but when he got to Christo, he didn't know where he was going.

Middle-aged tattoos are just one of Christo's peripheral horse leaders, and he has no idea what the real gang is up to.

Luke is also more convinced of this.

After all, those in positions will not be thrown into this slum for beer and medicine retail.

Nevertheless, the tattooed middle aged knew a little bit about the gang, like where he went online.

Wild jungle bar.

He bought a tourist map at the roadside newsstand, opened it up for a moment, and didn't find that wild jungle bar.

He glanced at the owner of the newsstand with a thick face on his side, and Luke grabbed another beautiful knife and stuffed it in his hand: "Can you point me at the Wild Jungle Bar? ”

The owner of the newsstand looked at the beautiful knife in his hand and smiled and knocked his finger at some point on the map: "Here it is. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: “Are you sure? ”

The boss didn't even look at the map much, as if he was just pointing it out.

The owner of the newsstand chuckled, “For the knife you gave me, that's where I promise. And the chicks there have big asses, and you Americans love it there. ”

Luke said, “Are you sure? ”

The owner of the newsstand nodded: "A single boy, full of fire, one who came to Rio, just to see the statue of Jesus? Well, you're very generous, and you're very eye-catching, which is why I'm telling you so simply. ”

Luke smiled softly and pulled out another five-dollar knife and patted him on the hand: “You're also very honest. Have a great day. ”

The owner of the newsstand smiled and picked up two bills and looked at Luke's distant back: “Hey, young Americans are generous. Two good words is actually more than directing the road. ”

Luke walked, gauging the map in his hand, overlapping the map in his mind.

Suddenly there was a noise.

Luke's face moved and looked up.

A few dozen meters away, several people emerged from the roof of a building, bang bang bang, several split into two groups, chased back and forth towards the mountain.

Luke Tsk Tsk: It's Rio, it's a slum. Someone came first before they even did it.

Looks like two men and one woman are running in front and a bunch of gunmen are chasing behind them.

From the very beginning, they chased a couple of them, into a dozen, chasing the two men and women in front on both sides.

Luke leisurely searched for the best corner of his sight, pulled the railing on the side, and weighed down the chase.

The two men and women in front were chased and quickly split into two rounds.

A skinhead pulled most of the chase, and a man rushed up on the roof of a shanty, which actually means a little bit of the French genius Letto.

Another man and woman took the opportunity to flee further and further away, gradually widening the distance between the army and the army's pursuits, seemingly unhindered.

However, the next minute Luke heard a gunshot sound near the bald guy, and a moment later, a window burst into pieces, and another bald guy rushed out and followed the first bald guy closely.

Luke's a little bit of a monster: What are you guys doing? Why are they all bald? Are they all muscular? Is it a fraternal show about love killing each other?

But soon he returned to God.

The bald guy in front won't mention it, but the equipment in the back is obviously from the regular team.

And look at that slick, thin-chain badge around his neck.

Of course, it's probably the FBI who comes here with a badge, and the DEA has to let other people know who they are, and the CIA doesn't usually have the habit of showing their identity.

The FBI is a federal police officer, and it's okay to say it's Luke's colleagues, but they shouldn't be after him on the case.

He doesn't have so many suspects on the case.

There are too many cases here in Rio, to say the least.

Luke sighed, watching a chaotic chase accompanied by gunfire all the way down, and finally burst out a dense gunshot, where calm returned.

He's not walking down tight.

When passing a street block, it also reaches behind the crowd and looks inside like a curious baby with high feet.

Seventy-eight of the bodies of the masked bandits with guns were lying on top of each other, and several people in bulletproof vests were talking about something there, including the second bald-headed man.

Luke just glanced at it and turned around.

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

Behavioral language is the style of the regular team, and firearms and equipment are top notch.

Mercenaries don't hang an FBI badge and kill in Rio in broad daylight, which is bad luck.

I just don't know. What's the FBI doing here? Luke quickly gave up thinking about this boring question.

There are a lot of cases in Rio. We'll see about that.

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

After a moment, he got out of the car and hopped on another bus.

Looking out the window, he was still in a relaxed mood.

At least with a good head and no first blow.

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

He's on the case now, and the last thing he likes is no clue.

As long as there was a clue, it wasn't too difficult for him.

He looked at the sky, approaching noon, and took the bus all the way to the beach to find a small restaurant for lunch.

Public health in Rio is fairly good, at least in the tourist and central areas of the city, and there are no large-scale epidemics.

Also, as long as you don't play in the jungle, you don't usually have to vaccinate against yellow fever.

Luke looked at the beach, not far from the restaurant, and for the first time he felt that his extraordinary eyesight was a little low.