Luke had already determined that Pedro and his party had come with cash.

The strong smell of banknotes says it all.

He quietly got closer, and the drone flew slowly overhead.

In that small building, there was the smell of more banknotes.

Whose little vault is this? Luke muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the tablet in his hand shook, and he looked at it with a strange expression.

On the screen, three sedans came at a gallop, stopped behind Pedro's three cars before the iron door of the small building opened, and seven or eight masked men with black hoods came down from the hula, with rifles in their hands, and a bundle of X-bullets was directly pasted on the windshield of the armored car.

Pedro's men were all forced out of the car and honestly lay on the ground, not daring to move at all.

Two black hoods went over and knocked over two bodyguards carrying money bags from behind.

Only Pedro raised his hands helplessly, and obediently shut up and waited for the iron door to open under the other party's gesture of pulling the zipper on his mouth.

Luke was amazed: Rio is such a great place to be.

On the first day, you can watch the parkour chase in the slums, and on the second day, the scene of black eating black and robbing a small treasury also appeared!

The group of people who eat black and eat black are skillful in cooperation, but Luke can see that they are basically from wild roads, unlike the style of regular troops.

After entering, there was a commotion on the ground floor of the small building, and there were screams, but there were no gunshots.

The group was still very restrained, and just smashed a few guards who wanted to resist with the butts of their guns.

Luke continued to get closer, climbing up one of the windows and looking in.

Inside, the light was dim, and on two long tables put together were all sorts of banknotes.

More than a dozen women, wearing only strands of underwear, were being pushed away from the long table by the group of black hoods that rushed in.

Luke knew at a glance that this was some of the processing or packaging locations of the traffickers' gangs.

For example, medicines and cash, they like to use women to sort, organize, and package.

A woman is timid, careful, and quick-moving, and is fit to perform this kind of labor, and does not have to be paid too much.

In order to avoid some people being obsessed with money, they will let the women take off a little underwear to work.

The Black Hoods moved quickly, gathering a dozen men and a dozen women inside and outside the house in less than a few minutes.

Women can stand, and men kneel in a row.

One of the men was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he had just tried to resist being beaten, and he cried out with hatred: "You will die, you will all die, you will not be able to hide." ”

One of the people in the black hood took two steps forward and ripped off his hood: "Who is going to hide!" ”

The guard's eyes widened, "Are you crazy? You're crazy! ”

He couldn't help but shout, "Do you know whose money this is? Do you dare to steal it, do you know what the consequences will be? ”

Another person also suddenly ripped off his hood: "Of course we do. ”

Luke raised an eyebrow: These are the two?

He had actually seen these two people who had torn off their hoods.

Yesterday afternoon in the slums of Rocinia, it was these two men with a woman who were frantically chased and killed by a large group of people.

The first to tear off the hood was the bald man that Luke remembered deeply.

The second was a rather 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 in a corner.

The man hid in the dark, just watched quietly, and did not take off his black hood.

Luke's window was closer to the man, and his keen sense of smell picked up a somewhat familiar smell.

He was stunned, carefully looked at this person's figure for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled: This one is also an old acquaintance!

Over there, the bald man grabbed an oil drum and poured the remaining half barrel of gasoline on the cart next to him.

On the cart was a large pile of cash that had just been collected from the house.

Luke looked a little smacked.

This pile is basically US knives, as well as some euros and pounds, which are conservatively estimated to be worth millions of US dollars.

Looking at this posture, this bald man wouldn't want to do that kind of thing, right?

Sure enough, the bald man took out a lighter and lit it with a clatter.

Not only did the guards and the woman look frightened, but even several people in the black hood group moved their bodies involuntarily.

Luke felt that the guys would have been tempted to shout "Stop!" This is ney！ (Stop, it's a small amount of money)" and something like that.

But the bald man did not hesitate to move, and with a flick of it, the lighter fell on the pile of gasoline bills.

Rumble! High flames flickered.

Luke could hear the sound of almost everyone gasping: Damn, you dare to burn!

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

However, he instantly restrained this primitive impulse, and muttered in his heart: Fortunately, take the money of the trafficker to exercise his nerves of treating money as nothing, which is not a loss.

Anyway, he wouldn't burn his own money to exercise.

The bald man walked up to the guard: "So, we're not stealing. ”

The guards looked glazed and seemed to be collapsing.

The bald man continued: "Bring a message to your boss, this is what we did!" Tell him that we're not done with him. ”

When Luke heard this, he snickered in his heart: It turned out that it was a personal grudge! That's where the fun begins.

The black hoods took cover and withdrew, quickly got into the car and left.

Luke thought for a moment and didn't follow.

The bald man is against the traffickers, and he may be a good guy or a bad guy.

But he prefers that the bald man gang is the kind of gray area people, and the same is true of the "old acquaintance" he knows, so he doesn't care about the personal grudges between the bald man and the boss of the trafficker gang.

His main goal at the moment is to find the whereabouts of Lisa Feng.

The little boss Pedro did not show any intention of resisting because he knew each other very well, so he was only pushed a few times and was not injured.

As soon as the black hood was gone, he cursed and said to the leader of the guards: "I handed over this month's money, it was burned, it is the responsibility of your guards, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

The leader of the guards looked at him and said coldly: "Pedro, this is Boss Hernan's money!" They came in with you, they kidnapped us, they burned at least millions of dollars, and you say it has nothing to do with you? ”

Pedro's face was ugly: "I was also taken hostage. ”

Leader of the Guards: "I don't count it. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, just come with me to meet Boss Hernan. You know the big boss's methods against traitors! ”

Pedro's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he said hatefully: "Count you ruthless." ”

He really didn't dare to let this guard say anything to Hernan, if Hernan was treated as a traitor, even if he was not Hernan's direct subordinate, he would die a miserable death.