Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke touched a few times in his backpack behind him, pulled out a bag of black stuff again and threw it on the leg of a little man in a sports car: "Don't talk too much about selling cars, otherwise you know. ”

Little man leaves his mouth shut: "What are you talking about? ”

Luke laughed and climbed into Hummer's driver's seat, closing the door and waving at Vanessa: "Thank you, I'll see you next time I buy a car. ”

The little man couldn't help but say, “Hey, can't you just call me? I have a lot of cars there...”

Vanessa throws a despised look, but she doesn't say a word.

This little man is the boss of one side of the black market car business. That doesn't mean anything.

Luke shook his head with regret: "Sorry, I don't like men, so I don't want you to earn my referral fee.” As he stepped on the throttle at his feet, Hummer burst out.

The little man stunned with two tall international gestures against Hummer's back: “Labor doesn't like men either! ”

After scolding him, he turned around and looked at Vanessa and sighed helplessly: "Well, if it were me, I'd love to make a deal with you. ”

“Leave my share and get out of here.” Vanessa spoke coldly.

The little man skipped his mouth and quickly checked the money in the black plastic bag in the car, wrapped it in a newspaper and threw it at her: "Okay. The next time this loser comes to buy a car, he must introduce it to me. You see, I have a lot of credibility, say 10%...”

Vanessa took the bag and turned around and left, not bothering him.

The little man was mute for a moment and was unhappy: “Is it great to have money? Is it great to have money? I'm fuckin '... well, it's amazing to have money. ”

……

In the dark, Luke drove on.

Halfway through, he found a gas station, filled the car with gas, and bought drinking water and food juice at a small supermarket next door.

Ten minutes later, the vehicle was re-driven onto the transoceanic bridge and headed towards the city of Netroit.

While driving, he remembered Pedro's information.

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

None of the places he gave up were Christo's, but Hernan-Reyes' big nest.

Luke would have been swept away by dozens of guns if his brain had been missing.

Unfortunately, Luke interrogated Pedro's two bodyguards separately.

These two follow Pedro every day, and they know the same thing.

By contrast, Pedro's plan to lead Luke to Hernan to die was empty.

Of course, Pedro, who is already cold, won't know, and even if he doesn't, Luke will go to Hernan's trouble sooner or later.

In Luke's eyes, the big man is a gift pack of experience wandering around the map of Rio.

And Christo, the big man, went abroad a few days ago, specifically in the United States, or somewhere in South America, and the two bodyguards were not clear.

Lisa Feng's whereabouts were found.

The man who took Lisa Von happened to be Pedro and these two bodyguards.

They sent the DEA female agent to the Itaoka Mountains, northeast of Nitroy.

The two bodyguards at the specific location said they didn't understand how often they went to that hill stronghold and didn't even notice how far it was.

There are also mountainous areas surrounded by no landmark buildings or streets.

Luke didn't mean it.

When we get to that mountain, we raise the drone and find out where people gather, and it's not hard to find this hidden hill position.

Only uncertain how much time he needed to complete the search.

Hopefully not too long, he's still waiting to go back to Rio to harvest the Hernan-Reyes experience pack.

In the dark, Luke crossed the transoceanic bridge, along the seaside highway, all the way northeast.

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

This is the advantage of a modified Hummer with externally loaded steel plates sufficient to resist ordinary rifle bullets.

Lie there, Luke, at least don't worry about a bunch of bullets coming out of nowhere.

At 4: 00 a.m., he slept well and climbed up, comfortably stretched his lazy waist and brushed his teeth on his face.

Sitting on the grass outside the car for breakfast, he sat satisfied and patted his stomach scared and got in the car and left.

The drone lifted again to advance at an even speed not far in front of the vehicle.

Luke searched all the way here last night and found no match for that hill stronghold.

Yesterday was a busy day, and he needed to rest and adjust his condition.

At this moment, he was full of spirit, full of stomach, and just got to work.

The drone found some traces, but it turned out to be some wealthy mountain villa with two warnings from Oolong.

An hour later, a third reminder came, and Luke looked at the place and thought he'd found the right place.

A small riverside, a wooden bungalow surrounded by barbed wire, along with a tower and armed guards, basically coincides with the environment described by the two bodyguards.

It doesn't look like a rich vacation place, it's more like a cell.

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

Five guards can be seen at this hill position, which is just the number of people on duty overnight.

Normally, the total number of guards here will not be less than fifteen, otherwise patrols will not be scheduled.

Brazil has no shortage of money to work for, so the number of guards needs to be overestimated a little bit, from 20 to 25.

The drone circled and suddenly returned another image.

Luke weighed it out and found it was another camp two kilometers away.

That camp is more like a military camp than this one, with more patrols and places like the camp, with conservative estimates of over a hundred people, and the camp and its small strongholds have direct access to roads.

Luke Moore's chin: How does this look like a private camp in Christo?

All of a sudden, the drone alerted.

He stunned and landed the drone quickly, adjusting the camera and looking into the sky.

A moment later, a small drone, similar to a model aircraft, was paddled through the air.

Luke scratches his head: Together, is there more than one person around here doing reconnaissance?

He thought about it, and he took another drone out of the storage space and took it off.

Instead of approaching that little stronghold this time, the drone hovered over his roof and searched around the stronghold.

Soon he discovered the anomaly.

More than a hundred metres from the stronghold, still in a dark forest, a group of six people had snuck in.

Their special combat gear has a distinct American style, as does the binocular night vision.

What do you mean, American? Just one word in short, expensive!