Luke's face was strange: "...... naked?" Really? ”

Vanessa's face flushed a little: "What do you say?" ”

Luke nodded thoughtfully, "Now, this matter is settled?" ”

Vanessa put her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, "That doesn't seem like a lot of money, right?" ”

Luke chuckled: "Then let's find a more comfortable place and slowly discuss, how to repay the principal and interest?" ”

Vanessa didn't say anything more, just gently biting his earlobe with her teeth, apparently interested in how he was going to repay the principal and interest.

At this moment, on the bridge across the sea, Flegg looked at the two corpses in the car, and ordered: "Let's go, send these two piles of rags back, maybe they can be used as experimental materials." ”

One of the agents next to him glanced at the sea next to him and asked, "What about the safe?" ”

As he walked, Flegg said, "You still want to fish it up and take it away in front of the Rio police?" ”

Detective think about it too.

But I heard Flegg whisper: "Find someone who is skilled in underwater business, and secretly get it away at night." ”

The agent smiled.

If there was really that much money in the safe, the prize money this time would be at least 180,000.

He hurriedly asked, "Boss, the person who killed these two hedgehogs, we don't care?" ”

Flegg got in the car: "Just let the CIA here take notice." ”

The agent nodded, got into the driver's seat, and drove off.

For those who killed the hedgehog brothers, they at most keep an eye on it and don't care too much.

After all, in terms of intelligence, the black man only showed extraordinary precision marksmanship, as well as extremely strong rope skills, and very good driving skills.

These are all normal.

Flegg himself could easily kill or capture a stupid transcendent like the Hedgehog Brothers.

Transcendental beings who have no power and no brains and skills are not to be feared at all.

Why did most of those transcendent humans disappear? It's not that they all have a peaceful heart, but they don't have the guts.

The vast majority of transcendents cannot resist a small group of well-trained and tacit elite soldiers on their own.

Like Flegg and dozens of agents under him, if prepared, they have the power to fight against the vast majority of extraordinary humans.

As long as supernatural abilities aren't particularly troublesome types, it's only a matter of time and time to get caught.

"Boss, isn't that black guy worse than the average in our group?" The detective who drove the car casually rambled.

Flegg snorted, "Almost." ”

In fact, in his estimation, his team should be worse than that person, and he may be better than the other party.

But this gap doesn't make much sense.

The strength of ordinary elites does not have much advantage before the numerical superiority.

Unless he reached the pinnacle of human combat tactics, like a former colleague he knew, he could bring out the terrifying effect that one man is an army.

Flegg himself knows very well that if he is not loyal to the United States, he is not irreplaceable.

In the days that followed, Luke's itinerary was also meticulous and efficient.

During the day, with Vanessa, a local guide, dressed up in disguise, sightseeing and playing around Rio's attractions, and staying at a hotel at night.

Late at night, after Vanessa fell asleep tiredly, he went out to harvest in good spirits.

Every day, I can go back to the hotel before dawn, sleep for two hours again, and then wake up the long legs of the electric eye to continue to repay the principal and interest.

As the saying goes, there is a degree of relaxation, and leisure work is correct.

The experience points in the system have skyrocketed at a rate of 3,000+ per day.

It's not his own jurisdiction, it's not a peaceful and peaceful city, and his means of harvesting experience points are even simpler and more rude.

Kill a group of people, throw some of the corpses to the dens of hostile forces, and then kill people on the other side.

This became a gang fire.

As for why these gangs suddenly became popular, no one can figure it out.

But their own members are standing on the ground, and these gangs don't have the meaning of everyone sitting down and reasoning well, and they just do what they do.

Fortunately, these fires will not involve the tourist areas of the central and southern districts of the city, and Luke and Vanessa's itinerary will be basically unaffected.

Today, it's raining in Rio.

Without the clear sky of Rio, there is another beauty in the rain.

In the slightly cool, damp sea breeze, Luke hugged Vanessa and slept in a hut by the sea.

It is a detached cottage.

Enough of staying in the building, it's also a pleasure to stay in this kind of seaside cottage once in a while.

The cottage was quiet, save for the faint sound of the sea breeze and rain dripping on the rooftops and the trees outside.

With Vanessa's smooth, warm body in his arms, Luke looked at the sky and pondered the plan of action that was waiting for him.

At the level of interest paid today, Vanessa will sleep until dawn.

And rainy nights are more suitable for him to go out to run errands.

Suddenly, the counterfeit phone vibrate.

Luke quickly grabbed his phone, looked at the map that suddenly appeared on it and the more than a dozen red dots on it, and immediately frowned.

Instantly put on a T-shirt for Vanessa, who was sleeping next to him, and he ran away.

Opening the door facing the sea, his figure turned into a blurred black shadow, and instantly rushed through the plank road of more than ten meters and plunged into the sea.

Vanessa, who was in his hand, also woke up in the seawater, with a strange face: "You...... Hmm"

Luke covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "There's a gunman." ”

Vanessa immediately closed her mouth consciously, clasped her hands tightly, and let Luke lead her quickly through the sea.

In less than twenty seconds, Luke led her up to the beach more than 100 meters away, hiding under the porch of another nearby hut.

"You wait here, don't make a sound, I'll be back soon." He whispered, and wanted to leave.

Vanessar pulled him: "If it's dangerous, don't go." ”

She was confident in his fighting prowess, but the other party came prepared, and Luke was only wearing a pair of shorts.

This is a bad situation.

Luke chuckled and touched under her T-shirt, "I'm not stupid, no problem." ”

With that, he jumped back into the sea and headed back to his house.

Sou!

A line of fire suddenly burst out not far away, shooting into the hut of the two Lukes.

Bang!

A burst of fire burst into the hut, and a small crackling sound resounded in the room.

Luke watched this scene in the sea, and raised his eyebrows: Oh, the RPG has been taken out, or is it a steel ball prefabricated grenade, do you want to beat yourself into a hornet's nest?

After the hut was destroyed by this grenade, more than a dozen dark shadows around it quickly approached, kicked open the door and rushed in.

"What about people?"

"There's no one in the bed."

"Neither do the bathrooms."

"Go to the beach."

Luke saw the opportunity and went ashore on the beach not far from the hut, his figure quietly disappearing among the trees and flowers on the shore.

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