Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke has confirmed that Pedro's men are escorting cash.

Intense banknote flavor that explains everything.

He was quietly closer, and the drone flew slowly over it.

There's more smell of money in that little building.

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

Suddenly the tablet in his hand shook, and he glanced at it and looked weird.

On the scene, the three sedans rushed to the back of Pedro's three cars before the small building iron door opened, and Hula La Di came down seven or eight masked men with black heads, with rifles in their hands, armoured car windshield, and directly affixed an X-block.

Pedro's men were all forced out of the car, honestly lying on the ground and not moving at all.

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

Just leave Pedro with his hands up helplessly, shut up and wait for the iron door to open in comparison to the zipper on his mouth.

Luke Tsk: Rio is a great place.

On the first day, the slums could see the cool chase, and the next day, the black robbery of the little vault code, too, appeared!

These black eaters work well together, but Luke can see that they're basically from Wilderness Road, not like regular troops.

After entering, there was a noise on the ground floor of the small building, and there was a scream, but no gunfire.

The group was still very restrained, only to beat down some of the guards who wanted to resist with their rifle butts.

Luke continues to approach and climbs up a window and looks inward.

The light inside is dim, and two rows of long tables together are filled with all kinds of bills.

More than a dozen women dressed only in tight clothes were being driven from the long table by the black-headed men who were rushing in.

Luke knew at first glance that this was some processing or packaging site for a gang of traffickers.

Things like medicine and cash, they love sorting, sorting, packaging with women.

Women have the audacity, care and speed to perform this type of work without paying too much.

In order to avoid financial obsession and holding sheep by hand, they would leave women with only a few clothes left to work with.

The blackheads moved quickly, bringing together more than a dozen men and more than a dozen women inside and outside the house in less than a few minutes.

A woman can stand and a man can kneel in a row.

One of the men bled his nose and mouth, trying to resist being beaten, yelled with hatred: "You will die, you will all die, you cannot hide. ”

One of the blackheads took the first two steps, pulling his head off: “Who's hiding? ”

The guard stared: “Are you crazy? Are you out of your mind? ”

He couldn't help yelling, “Do you know whose money this is? Do you know what happens when you steal it? ”

The other guy suddenly pulled the mask off: “Of course we know. ”

Luke picks the eyebrows: Are these the two of you?

The two men who pulled the mask off, he actually met.

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

The first one to pull the hood off was the bald guy Luke remembered so well.

The second is a pretty handsome white young man.

But Luke wasn't surprised at the appearance of these two.

What really surprises him is a black-head cover with a gun alert in some corner.

The man hid in the dark, just watched quietly, and did not follow in taking off his blackhead.

Luke's window was closer to this guy, and his sensibility smelled a little familiar.

He stunned, carefully gauged the body of this person for a moment, and his mouth rose: this is an old acquaintance!

Over there, the bald-headed man grabbed a barrel of oil and poured half a barrel of gasoline into the cart next to him.

The trolley is a pile of cash that has just been collected from the house.

Luke seemed a little tongue-in-cheek.

This pile is basically a US dollar knife, with some euros and pounds sterling, estimated conservatively to be worth millions of dollars.

Look at this. This bald guy doesn't want to do that, does he?

Sure enough, the bald guy pulled out a lighter and blew it with a tinkle.

Not only were the guards and women horrified, but several people in the black-headed group were forced to move their bodies independently.

Luke thinks these guys would love to shout "STOP!" Thisismoney! ”

But the bald man didn't hesitate at all, so he threw it gently and the lighter landed on this pile of gasoline bills.

Boom! A high flame runs.

Luke can hear almost everyone pouring in the cool air: Damn, you dare to burn!

Even people like Luke, who don't need money, subconsciously want to rush in and put out the fire.

However, he suddenly restrained this primitive impulse, muttering in his heart: okay, take the money of the traffickers to exercise the nerve of looking at money like nothing, which is not a loss.

Anyway, he won't burn his own money to exercise.

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

The guardian is stubborn and seems to be falling apart.

The bald man went on to say, "Bring your boss a message, we did it! Tell him we're not done with him. ”

Luke snorted, laughing in his heart: it turns out, it's personal! That's fun.

The blackheads covered the retreat and flew to the car to leave.

Luke thought about it, didn't follow.

The skinhead side can be good or bad against the traffickers.

But he preferred the skinhead gang to the gray zone, as did the “old acquaintance" he knew, so he didn't care about the personal grudges of the skinhead gang boss and the trafficker gang boss.

His main goal now is to find Lisa Von.

Little boss Pedro, because of his acquaintance, did not express his intention to resist, and was simply pushed a few times without being injured.

When Blackhead left, he scolded the head of the guard and said, “I have handed over the money for this month. It was burned and it is your duty to guard, not mine. ”

The guard leader looked at him and said coldly: "Pedro, this is Hernan's money! They followed you in, held us hostage, burned down at least a few million dollar knives. ”

Pedro looked ugly: “I was also held hostage. ”

Guardian leader: "I'm not in charge of this. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, come with me to see Mr. Hernan. You know how the big boss works against traitors! ”

Pedro's face was white, his lips trembled, and he resented: “You're tough. ”

He wouldn't dare let this guard say anything to Hernan. If Hernan were a traitor, even if he was not a direct subordinate of Hernan, he would die a terrible death.