Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke had determined that Pedro and his party were escorting cash.

The strong smell of banknotes says it all.

He quietly got closer, and the drone was slowly flying over the sky.

There was more smell of banknotes in that small building.

Whose small coffer is this? Luke muttered.

Suddenly the tablet in his hand vibrated, and he glanced strangely.

In the picture, three cars came galloping, and stopped behind the three cars of Pedro before the iron doors of the small building opened. Hula went down to seven or eight masked men with black balaclavas, all in their hands. The rifle and the windshield of the armored car were directly attached with a bundle of X bombs.

All of Pedro's people were forced out of the car, and they lay on the ground honestly, and did not dare to move.

Two black balaclavas passed, knocking over two bodyguards carrying money bags from behind.

With only Pedro's complexion raised his hands helplessly, he closed his mouth obediently and waited for the iron door to open under the gesture of pulling the zipper on his mouth.

Luke was surprised: Rio is really a good place.

On the first day, the slums could be watched by parkour chasing, and the next day, the game of eating black and grabbing a small vault also appeared!

This group of people who are black and black is skilled and cooperative, but Luke can see that they are basically from wild roads, unlike the style of regular troops.

After entering, there was a loud noise on the ground floor of the small building, and there were screams, but there was no gunshot.

This group of people is still very restrained, but just smashed a few guards who wanted to resist.

Luke continued to approach, climbing up a transom and looking inward.

The light inside was dim, and there were various banknotes on the two long tables.

More than a dozen women, wearing only pieces of underclothes, were driven away from the long table by the gang of black balaclavas that were rushed in.

Luke knew at a glance that this was some processing or packing location for the gang of traffickers.

For things like medicine and cash, they like to use women for sorting, sorting, and packing.

Women's courage, slenderness, and fast movement make them suitable for this kind of work without paying too much.

In order to avoid any financial enthusiasm, they will let women take off their work with only a little underwear.

The black balaclavas acted quickly, bringing together a dozen men and a dozen women inside and outside the house in a matter of minutes.

Women can stand and men kneel in a row.

One of the men was bleeding from the nose and nose. He just wanted to resist the captivity. He called with a grudge: "You will die, you will die, you cannot hide."

One person in the black hood took the first two steps and took off his hood: "Who is going to hide!"

The guard stared: "Are you crazy? Are you crazy!"

He couldn't help shouting, "Do you know who this money is? Do you dare to steal it, and know what the consequences will be?"

Another person also suddenly pulled off the hood: "Of course we know."

Luke raised an eyebrow: actually these two?

He had seen these two men tearing off their hoods.

Yesterday afternoon in the slums of Rosnia, these two men were chased by a large group of people with a woman.

The first man to take off the hood was Luke's memorable bald man.

The second is a pretty handsome white youth.

However, Luke was not too surprised by the appearance of these two.

What really surprised him was a black hood with a gun alert at a corner.

The man hid in the darkness, just watching silently, without taking off the black hood.

Luke's window was closer to the man, and his keen sense of smell smelled a little familiar.

He froze, carefully looked at the man's figure for a moment, his mouth cocked up: This one is also an old acquaintance!

Over there, the bald man grabbed an oil barrel and poured a small half barrel of petrol left on the cart next to it.

On the trolley was a large pile of cash just gathered from the house.

Luke looked dumbfounded.

This pile is basically US dollars, and there are also some Euros and British Pounds, which are conservatively estimated to start at US $ 1 million.

Look at this situation, this bald man wouldn't want to do that kind of thing?

Sure enough, the bald-headed man took out a lighter and slammed it.

Not only the guards and women looked terrified, but even several people in the black hooded group moved their bodies involuntarily.

Luke felt that these people would definitely like to shout "Stop! Thisisney! (Stop, this is small money)" and the like.

But the bald man did not hesitate to move, just tossed lightly, and the lighter fell on the pile of gasoline-filled banknotes.

boom! Tall flames were rising.

Luke could hear the sound of almost everyone inhaling the cool air: special, you really dare to burn!

Even people like Luke, who are not short of money, subconsciously want to rush in to put out the fire.

However, he immediately restrained this primitive impulse, and murmured in his heart: Fortunately, he took the money of the trafficker to exercise his nerve that treats money as nothing.

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

The bald man came to the guard: "So, we are not stealing."

The guard looked dull and seemed to be about to collapse.

The bald man continued and said, "Bring a message to your boss, this is what we do! Tell him that we and him are not over."

Lu Ke heard a grin in his heart: It turned out to be a personal grudge! This is fun.

The black balaclavas covered and evacuated, and quickly got into the car and left.

Luke thought about it and didn't follow.

The bald man against the trafficker may be a good person or a bad person.

But he is more inclined to bald-headed men who are the kind of people in the gray area, as is the "old acquaintance" he knows. Therefore, he does not care about the private grudges of the bald-headed men and the boss of the trafficker gang.

His current main goal, www.wuxiaspot.com, is to find Lisa Feng's whereabouts.

The little boss Pedro didn't show his intention to resist because he was very acquainted, so he was only pushed a few times without being injured.

When the black hood was gone, he yelled at the guard chief and said, "I handed over the money this month. It was burned. It is your responsibility to guard, and it has nothing to do with me."

The guard leader looked at him coldly, "Pedro, this is Hernan's money! They came with you, held us, and burned at least a few million dollars. Do you say it has nothing to do with you? "

Pedro looked ugly: "I was also held hostage."

Guard leader: "I don't think it's over. Don't want me to talk nonsense, go with me to Boss Hernan. You know what the big boss did to the traitor!"

Pedro was pale, his lips were trembling, and he resentfully said, "You're ruthless."

He didn't dare to let the guard tell Hernand about what to do, and if he was treated as a traitor, even if he was not a direct subordinate of Hernen, he would die terribly.