While most of the women on the beach are still of an average level, there are also quite a few busty Brazilian girls and beautiful women among tourists from all over the world.

Sunny weather, beach bikinis, and an unobstructed view of their moving bodies.

Especially where beach volleyball is played, Luke nodded unconsciously after watching it for a long time.

The waitress who brought Luke a meal on the side smiled smartly: "If you want, I can also accompany you to a game after work." ”

Luke looked sideways, looked at this Brazilian beauty who looked at most sixteen years old, but her figure was more explosive than many twenty-year-old women, and laughed: "It's a pity, I'll have something to do later." ”

The beauty shrugged disapprerovingly: "Then I wish you all the best." ”

Luke smiled and nodded, took out a five-beauty knife and handed it to her: "But thank you very much for reminding me, I won't miss everything here, they are all so wonderful." ”

The Brazilian beauty smiled and took the bill from his hand: "You are really good at coaxing girls." ”

As she spoke, she dug into the back pocket of her denim shorts, took out a business card and stuffed it into him: "You're cute, so I can do it for no charge for the first time." ”

Luke was stunned for a moment, watched him leave, looked at the business card in his hand, and laughed.

Co-author, people are professional playmates.

After the hicset, no one bothered Luke again.

He cowered in the corner of the diner, took out his notebook and looked at the materials.

The newsstand owner pointed out that there was no sign of a wild jungle bar, but he zoomed in on a satellite map of the neighborhood to observe the traffic around him.

It's a big den, and if someone escapes, he'll need to chase him.

Hopefully things won't get so troublesome. He thought so in his heart.

In the evening, Luke settled dinner at a small restaurant, then went out with his bag on his back and got on the bus.

After forty minutes on the bus, he arrived at the Wild Jungle Bar.

At seven o'clock, the bar was already crowded.

Luke pondered, found a secluded corner, and refilled the makeup on his face.

When you go to a bar at night and wear sunglasses, it's really too riotous, and it's either a movie actor or a movie character.

Now, he has adjusted his skin to a slightly brown color, which can be regarded as solving the problem of not being able to tan at all.

With black contact lenses in his eyes, covering his ice-blue eyes, coupled with his hair that quickly turned black, a half-length beard, and slightly raised corners of his eyes, Luke looked like a different person.

A few minutes later, he walked into the bar empty-handed.

The interior is set up in a similar way to most bars.

The slightly dim lighting, some colors in between, and quiet music seemed normal for customers to gather together and whisper.

Luke sat down at the bar and asked for a bottle of guarana.

For this request, the bartender looked as usual.

It is not uncommon for foreign guests with alcohol allergies to come to the bar to play, and most of the guests who come to this bar are not here to drink anyway.

Luke drank the juice and had already used his keen sense of smell to reconnoiter the situation.

Don't worry too much about the hall, the main object of scouting is the upper two floors of this large three-story building, which is supposed to be where Christot's people gather.

There were quite a few people on the upper two floors, about thirty people, but there weren't many people on the third floor, especially in a large office.

According to the tattooed middle-aged man, this is his online lair, and the principal Pedro da Silva is out running errands during the day and usually returns here to rest at night.

Luke was not in a hurry, and unhurriedly finished the guarana and ordered another glass of acai juice.

I have to say that there are a lot of tropical fruits in Brazil, and no one knows whether there are dozens or hundreds of specialties except for the big road goods.

It's a pity that the foodie didn't come along, otherwise it wouldn't be nice to let her drink juice here in a different way.

Not long after, a beautiful woman sat on his right.

Luke had actually been paying attention to her before she walked over, and his face was rather odd when he turned his back to her.

But it was only a brief moment, and he regained his composure, and wondered in his heart: What is this doing here? It's not about stealing someone's head with yourself!

While thinking, he turned his head sideways and greeted with a smile: "Hey, can I invite you to have a drink?" ”

This Latina beauty looks about twenty-three or fourteen years old, and her black half-long hair covers half of her face.

Hearing Luke's invitation, she glanced at him sideways, and her tone was lukewarm: "How old are you?" Does your mom know you're drinking here? ”

Luke shrugged and gestured with the cup in his hand, "Juice." Actually, what I want to invite you to drink is also fruit juice. ”

The black-haired beauty was stunned, glancing at the drink in his cup, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

It is not uncommon for people to come to bars without drinking.

But it is absolutely rare to invite a woman to have a drink and ask for juice.

She turned her gaze back: "Keep your pocket money and invite the little girls at school to drink sodas, I don't need it." ”

Luke was unimpressed: "Can you talk about it?" ”

The black-haired beauty wanted to refuse, but looking at his tender face and sincere eyes, her heart softened inexplicably: "What do you want to talk about?" ”

Luke pondered for a moment before he said, "You say, if a person feels that he can't keep up with you and wants to go home and farm, how can he dispel that person's thoughts?" ”

The black-haired beauty was stunned, but a look of thought flashed in her eyes, and she was speechless for a long time.

This question is very simple, the key words are actually two "go home" and "parting", which can easily arouse the reaction of some specific people, such as the person next to you.

She was distracted for a moment and sighed, "I don't know. Maybe...... Is it also a good choice to accompany her back to her hometown? ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully, "Is that so?" What if ......"

The two of them just like this, and they talked without a word.

Luke didn't ask many questions, and then casually divergent on other things, and the topic quickly deviated from its original direction.

The brunette also pulls away from the initial question, but she also feels a little weird about Luke.

She always felt that this young man with a very tender face seemed to be a little old-fashioned.

But he is very different from the little boy in the school who pretends to be melancholy and pretends to be mature, but she can't describe it accurately.

Fortunately, Luke's conversation with her was completely idle, and even if she was silent for a few minutes, he leisurely looked around at the side, and did not mean to ask her to answer.

The two of them seem to be chatting and strangers passing the time casually.

It was eight o'clock and the bar was already bustling.

Hot beauties and men of all colors poured in, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Luke first entered.

A dreadlocked-down Latina DJ stepped onto a small stage, fiddled with the equipment a few times, and then slowly raised his hands: "Are you ready~~~" (Are you ready?) ）