Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke has stopped her from lifting her waist and walked away: "So we both have to go wash up, and I'll prove it to you. ”

Vanessa was a little nervous: "What do you want? ”

“To prove to you that I still have plenty of strength to work out for another hour.” Luke replied with a smile.

Vanessa looked stiff and held his hand tight around his neck: "No, I believe you. ”

Luke shrugged, his hands slightly pushed: "No, I can't. That's what I'm talking about. I'm a man of faith. ”

Vanessa struggled: "No, I'm tired, I'm going to bed. ”

Luke: “Too late, ma'am. I still owe a lot of interest, and our time is short. ”

Vanessa: “... you beep, ah...”

Vanessa has completely cut off communications with those in town these past few days to avoid being traced back.

She was therefore unaware of the frequency of major incidents in Rio over the past few days, and of the fears of many groups.

More than 10 gang sites were cleansed and hundreds of gang backbones and hundreds of bottom gunmen were all killed.

Of these, the underground car market was a heavily affected area, and 30 per cent disappeared, all belonging to Guaradio and his close forces.

This “night swim” that Luke was discovered by her also means that the clean-up operation has been completed.

The next day, Luke and she flew to Honduras.

This is a more chaotic country than Rio, and there are actually not many countries in South America that are not, but Honduras is one of the best.

In the modern history of one hundred and twenty-five years, there have been one hundred and thirty-nine coups d 'état and fifty-nine wars in Honduras.

Mexico's Ciudad Juárez is often named the most dangerous city in the world, but several cities in Honduras have long occupied the top 10 of the world's most unsafe cities, killing on average more than 10 people a day.

It can be said that the people of this country have never been at peace in their lives.

Come here, not Luke, but Vanessa.

From here, she will leave the country in her new capacity, take a few more rounds in South America under several other names and identities, and end up flying to Europe.

At that time, it will be difficult for anyone to find her trail.

Even if Vanessa is a thriller, her recent experience has satisfied her wild heart, with plenty of money beside her, enough to take her on an easy journey to Europe for months.

Luke just came with her and looked into the environment.

He was very satisfied with the Rio harvest, and places like Honduras were equally good.

In fact, two people spent half a day in San Pedro Sula, the second largest city in Honduras, and it did feel messy.

San Pedro Sula is the safest time to compete with Juárez, Mexico, for the world's most dangerous city's number one brother-in-law.

And just because Luke and Vanessa are not ordinary people, they can spend half the day in the city so leisurely.

Vanessa Ben Ali wonders how Luke walks around town.

But less than an hour later, they had a wrecked car.

The booby-trapper for the two of us just came back from a few gangsters.

Watching Luke take the towel mat out of his backpack and ask her to sit in, Vanessa felt ridiculous: No wonder this guy vetoed the rental car from the start, so this was the idea.

In less than 24 hours, the two of them will have to run away, grab a broken car and throw it at random. It's easy and no trouble.

Vanessa's flight took place at night when the two of them stopped staying at the hotel and wandered around before entering a roadside bar in the evening.

This bar is the best one to watch nearby.

Although its signature neon lamp was blown up in small pieces, the glass on the window was all reinforced with clear tape - it had a lot of bullet holes scattered around it, so that they wouldn't be shot down by frequent gunshots.

But this is really one of the best bars nearby.

A canned beverage was ordered from the bar and the two had a relaxing drink.

He can only be sure that this canned beverage is fine, and the quality of the other drinks poured out and the ingredients in it are not absolutely guaranteed.

The bar is quite lively, but a lot of people don't look serious.

The atmosphere here was warm and violent, and less than 10 minutes after coming in, a fight began.

The cause is a full-bodied, brunette Latino woman on the dance floor, who was picked up by a bunch of gangsters.

Of course, the gangsters were not serious. Several people went around and said, "Just pull the woman by hand."

Luke could even see a little gangster's hand rubbing directly against the buttocks of a brunette.

He glanced at Vanessa beside him and said, "Do we need help? ”

Vanessa turned her head and shook her head: “There's so much going on, so long as you don't pull her out into the alley, don't worry. ”

Luke nodded.

At this moment, not far from Luke, a black-head grinned slightly, “Dude, your girlfriend is calm. ”

Luke nodded with a smile: "Of course, she's so unique, it fascinates me. ”

Black-headed again, raised DryMartine (dry martini) in his hand and showed him a sip.

Luke also took his beverage back and thought the black head had a slight familiarity.

However, he was easily blind to black people, and he was not even sure of the gender of some black people, so he didn't really care.

Vanessa just gave Luke a funny look with an electric eye and ignored the obscene crap of these two men.

On the field, the dark-haired woman faced the impoliteness of several little gangsters, with an incredible smile on her face: “Are you comfortable? ”

A bunch of gangsters whistled and even said yes.

“Knock Nima! It's more comfortable to go home and touch Nima!” In a loud drink, the black-haired woman burst out, her hands went straight up, and the pia slammed the little bastard who touched her ass and fanned it 365 degrees.

Luke's mouth twitched and his heart praised silently: Woman, good arm strength!

Even if the gangster is not strong enough, he is also a normal person, and this slap is too harsh to fan a circle.

Fighting begins.

Blackhead was on the side, watching a few gangsters surround the black-haired woman, moving slightly, seemingly remembering.

But as the brunette drank her head violently, she slapped and fainted, and the black-head stuck.

His DryMartine stuck to his mouth and tried to save the beauty with a final sip, but he forgot to move on, so he stopped at his mouth and stared straight into the brunette's eyes.

The black-haired woman on the field opened her firepower, grabbed a little gangster and strangled her neck with a twisted finger, an unusually crisp clatter.