Chapter 521

Luke has confirmed that Pedro and his team are escorting the cash.

The strong smell of banknotes explains everything.

He drew closer quietly, and the drones were flying slowly over.

There is a smell of more money in that small building.

Whose coffer is this? Luke muttered to himself.

Suddenly the plate in his hand vibrated, and he took a look. His face was strange.

In the picture, three cars come at a gallop, and stop behind Pedro's three cars before the iron door of the small building is opened. Then seven or eight masked people with black headgear come down. They are all rifles in their hands, and a bundle of X bullets are directly pasted on the windshield of the armored car.

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

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

Only Pedro raised his hands helplessly with his face, and closed his mouth and waited for the iron door to open.

Luke: Rio is a great place.

On the first day, the slums can watch Parkour chase, and on the second day, the drama of eating black and robbing small coffers also appears!

The black eaters are skillful in cooperation, but Luke can see that they are basically of wild origin, unlike the style of regular troops.

After entering, there was a noise at the bottom of the building, and there was a scream, but there was no gunshot.

The group was very restrained, only smashing several guards who wanted to resist with the butt of their guns.

Luke continued to approach and climbed up a window to look out and in.

The light inside was dim, and there were all kinds of money on the long two rows of tables.

More than a dozen women in wisps of close fitting clothing were being chased away from the long table by the gang of black heads who rushed in.

Luke knew as soon as he saw it that this was some of the processing or packaging locations of the gangs of traffickers.

For example, medicine and cash, they like to use women for sorting, sorting and packaging.

Women are timid, careful, quick, suitable for this kind of work, and don't need to pay too much.

In order to avoid being obsessed with money, they will let women take off their clothes to work.

The blackheads moved quickly, and in a few minutes gathered more than more than 10 men and more women inside and outside the house.

Women can stand, men can kneel in a row.

One of the men was bleeding. He wanted to resist being beaten just now. He called out angrily: "you will die, you will die, you can't hide."

In the blackhead suit, a man took the first two steps and pulled off his own headdress: "who wants to hide!"

The guard stared: "are you crazy? You're crazy! "

He could not help shouting: "do you know whose money this is? Do you dare to steal it? Do you know what will happen? "

Another suddenly pulled off the cover: "of course we know."

Luke picks his eyebrows: these two?

He had met the two men who pulled off their heads.

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

The first one to pull off the headgear was the bald man Luke remembered deeply.

The second is a rather handsome white youth.

However, Luke was not too surprised by the two.

What really surprised him was a black head suit with a gun guard in a corner.

The man was hiding in the dark, just watching quietly, and didn't take off the blackhead suit.

Luke's window is close to the man, so he can smell a familiar smell with a keen sense of smell.

He was stupefied. He looked at the figure of this man carefully for a moment, and his mouth was cocked up: This is also an old acquaintance!

Over there, the bald man grabbed an oil bucket and splashed half of the remaining barrels of gasoline on the side cart.

On the trolley, there is a large amount of cash just collected from the house.

Luke looked at it with a smack of his tongue.

This pile is basically US dollars, and some euros and pounds, conservatively estimated to be worth millions of US dollars.

Look at this posture. This bald man doesn't want to do that kind of thing, does he?

Sure enough, the bald man took out a lighter and set it on fire with a clang.

Not only the guards and the women looked frightened, but also several people in the black headgear group moved their bodies involuntarily.

Luke felt that these people would like to shout "stop!"! This is money！ (stop, it's small money) "and so on.

But the bald man didn't hesitate at all. With a flick like that, the lighter fell on the pile of banknotes poured with gasoline.

Boom! A high flame sprang up.

Luke could hear that almost everyone was breathing in the cool air: you dare to burn it!Even Luke, who is not short of money, subconsciously wants to rush in and put out the fire.

However, he restrained this primitive impulse in an instant and muttered in his heart: Fortunately, he took the money of the dealer to exercise his nerve to see money as nothing, which is not a loss.

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

The bald man came to the guard and said, "so, we are not stealing."

The guards look dull, as if they are going to collapse.

The bald man continued, "take a message to your boss, we did it! Tell him we're not finished with him. "

Luke sniffed at the words and sniggered: it turned out to be a personal grudge! This is fun.

The blackheads retreated under cover, and quickly got in the car and left.

Luke thought about it and didn't go with him.

The bald man is against the traffickers. He may be a good man or a bad man.

But he is more inclined to be a man with a bald head. So is the "old acquaintance" he knows. So he doesn't care about the personal grudges between the bald head and the boss of the traffickers' gang.

His main goal now is to find Lisa Feng.

Little boss Pedro didn't show the intention of resistance because he was very understanding, so he was only pushed a few times without injury.

When the blackhead set left, he swearing and said to the guard leader, "I've handed in the money this month. It's burned. It's your guard's responsibility. It has nothing to do with me."

The guard leader looked at him and said coldly: "Pedro, this is the money of boss Hernan! They followed you in, took us hostage, and burned at least a few million dollars. You said it had nothing to do with you? "

Pedro's face was ugly: "I was also hijacked."

Guard leader: "I don't care about it. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, you can go to see boss Hernan with me. You know how big boss deals with traitors! "

Pedro's face was white, his lips trembled, and he hated and said, "you are cruel."

He really dare not let the guard say anything to Hernan. If he is regarded as a traitor by Hernan, even if he is not a direct subordinate of Hernan, he will die miserably.