No, it is popular all over the world to speak Chinese. Luke smiled at his aunt and said a word in Chinese, waved his hand and ran into the alley next to him.

The aunt was stunned for a moment, and then she was happy: "Yo, this foreigner is really interesting, and the Chinese dialect is really slippery." ”

After this little episode, Luke walked while thinking about the information confessed by the tattooed middle-aged.

Christo, aka Mikhail Tejkovic.

He has long been in South American countries, such as Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, Colombia, and Brazil, and has made a fortune in transactions between the two sides.

This matches the information given by the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).

Because the informant or agent Lisa Feng is tracking down the line of illegal drugs.

The headache is that Lisa was caught by the tattooed middle-aged man just now, but the person was sent to Christo, and he didn't know where it went next.

The tattooed middle-aged man is just a peripheral horse boy leader of Christo, and he doesn't know the real inside story of the gang at all.

Luke was more convinced of this.

After all, those with status will not be thrown into this slum to drink beer and watch over the retail sale of medicines.

However, the tattooed middle-aged man still knows a little about the gang, such as where his upline is.

Wild Jungle Bar.

He bought a tourist map from a roadside newsstand, opened it and looked at it for a while, but couldn't find the wild jungle bar.

Glancing at the honest newsstand owner on the side, Luke casually took out another knife and stuffed it into his hand: "Can you help me point out where the Wild Jungle Bar is?" ”

The newsstand owner looked at the knife in his hand, smiled and tapped his finger on a certain point on the map: "Here." ”

Luke raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure." ”

The boss didn't even look at the map, as if he was pointing at random.

The newsstand owner laughed innocently: "For the sake of the beautiful knife you gave directly, I promise it is there." Also, the chicks there have big butts, and you Americans love it there. ”

Luke snorted, "Are you sure?" ”

The newsstand owner nodded: "A single boy, full of firepower, one came to Rio, is it just to see the statue of Jesus?" Well, you're very generous and pleasing to the eye, that's why I'm telling you so simply. ”

Luke chuckled, and casually took out another five-beauty knife and slapped him on the hand: "You are also very honest, I wish you a good day." ”

The newsstand owner smiled and picked up two bills and looked at Luke's back: "Hey, American youth is generous." Two kind words are actually more than the money for directions. ”

As he walked, Luke looked at the map in his hand, overlapping it with the map he had memorized in his head.

Suddenly, there was a cacophony.

Luke's face moved, and he looked up.

Dozens of meters away, a few people appeared on the roof of a building, banging gunshots rang out, and several people divided into two groups, chasing back and forth and going down the mountain.

Luke was amazed: it was Rio, it was the slums. Before he could do this, someone came first.

Two men and a woman appeared to be fleeing in front, and a large number of gunmen were chasing behind.

They went from chasing the two of them at the beginning, to more than a dozen, splitting into two sides to chase the two men and one woman in front.

Luke leisurely found a corner with the best line of sight, grabbed the railing on the side, and turned sideways to look down at the chase.

The two men and one woman in front of them were quickly divided into two groups under the pursuit.

A bald man diverted most of the pursuers, and a man soared on the roof of a shantytown, a bit like the French parkour genius Leto.

The other man and woman took the opportunity to flee farther and farther away, and gradually distanced themselves from the pursuers of the large army, and it seemed that there was no obstacle to escape.

However, the next moment Luke heard gunshots near the bald man, and a moment later a window shattered, and another bald man rushed out and chased closely after the first bald man.

Luke is a little confused: What are you doing? Why are they all bald, and they are all muscular? Could it be a brother drama that loves and kills each other?

However, he soon came to his senses.

The bald man in front of me won't mention it, but the equipment of the one in the back is obviously from the regular team.

Looking at the thin chain of police badges around his neck, Luke was speechless: can you meet peers?

Of course, those who dare to hang up their police badges here are likely to be the FBI, the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) wishing that others would not know their identity, and the CIA generally does not have the habit of revealing their identity.

The FBI is a federal police officer, and it is not wrong to say that it is Luke's peers, but these colleagues should not have come for the case in his hands.

There are not so many suspects in the case he has in hand.

It can only be said that there are too many cases here in Rio.

Luke sighed as he watched a chaotic chase go down with gunfire until a dense burst of gunfire returned to the place.

He walked down unhurriedly.

When passing by a street intersection, he also came to the back of the crowd of onlookers, standing on tiptoe and looking inside with a curious baby.

Inside, the bodies of seven or eight masked bandits with guns lay in a row, and several people in bulletproof vests were talking there, including the second bald man.

Luke only glanced at it for a few moments, then turned and walked away.

That's right, these are the people from the United States.

The manners and language of action are all in the style of the regular team, and the firearms and equipment are even more first-class.

Mercenaries don't get an FBI badge to hang and kill in Rio in broad daylight, which is bad luck.

I just don't know, what are these FBIs doing here? Luke quickly gave up thinking about this boring question.

There are a lot of cases in Rio, so let's talk about it if it happens.

He got on a bus and studied the routes on the tourist map for a moment.

After a few moments, he got out of the car and got on the bus again, and transferred to another bus.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, he was still in a relaxed mood.

At least got off to a good start and didn't start the game.

As long as there is a line that allows him to keep up with Lisa's whereabouts, then the rest of the problems can be solved as much as possible.

He is now handling the case, and what he dislikes the most is that there are no clues.

As long as there are clues, it is not too much of a problem for him.

He looked at the sky, it was close to noon, so he took the bus all the way to the beach and found a small restaurant to have lunch.

Public health in Rio is not bad, at least in the tourist area and in the central part of the city, there are no large-scale epidemics.

In addition, as long as you don't go to the jungle, you generally don't need to get the yellow fever vaccine.

Luke looked at the growing number of bikini beauties on the beach not far from the restaurant, and for the first time felt that his extraordinary eyesight was a little insufficient.

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