No, speaking Chinese is trending all over the world now. " Luke grinned at the woman and spoke in perfect Chinese before he waved his hand and ran into an alley nearby.
The woman was stunned for a moment, before she was amused. "Yo, this foreigner is really interesting. He's quite fluent in Chinese."
After this interlude, Luke thought about the intelligence that the tattooed man had given him as he walked.
Christophe, also known as Mikhail Tejkovic.
He had spent a lot of time in South America, such as Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, Colombia, and Brazil. He had weapons in one hand and illegal drugs in the other, and made a fortune in the trade.
This matched the information given by the DEA.
That was because Lisa Feng, the informant or agent, had been tracking the illegal drugs.
What was more troublesome was that Lisa had been captured by the tattooed man, but Christophe didn't know where she was after she was delivered to him.
The tattooed man was just one of Christophe's lackeys. He didn't know the real inside story at all.
Luke was pretty sure of that.
After all, someone of status wouldn't be thrown into this slum to drink beer and watch over drug stores.
However, the tattooed man did know something about the gang, such as where his boss was.
Wild Jungle Bar.
Luke bought a tourist map from a nearby newsstand. He opened it and looked at it for a moment, but couldn't find the Wild Jungle Bar.
Glancing at the honest-looking owner of the newsstand, Luke gave him a dollar and said, "Can you show me where the Wild Jungle Bar is?"
Looking at the dollar in his hand, the owner tapped a certain point on the map with a smile. "Here."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
The owner didn't even look at the map. It was as if he had just pointed at a random place.
The owner of the newsstand smiled honestly. "For the sake of the dollar you gave me, I guarantee that it's there. Also, the girls there have big asses. You Americans love that place. "
Luke chuckled. "Are you sure?"
The owner nodded. "Is a single boy at the prime of his life in Rio just to see a statue of Jesus? Alright, you're very generous and pleasing to the eye. That's why I told you so bluntly. "
Luke chuckled and slapped another five dollars on his hand. "You're also very honest. Have a good day."
The boss of the newsstand put away the bills with a smile and watched Luke walk away. "Hey, American youngsters are so generous. Saying a few good words is actually more than giving you directions. "
As he walked, Luke studied the map in his hand and overlapped it with the map in his head.
Suddenly, there was a clamor.
Luke's expression changed as he raised his head.
A few dozen meters away, a few people appeared on the roof of a house. Bang! Bang! Bang! Gunshots rang out. The few people split into two groups and chased each other down the mountain.
Luke clicked his tongue in wonder. This was indeed Rio, a slum. He hadn't even done it yet, and someone else had already done it.
The ones running in front seemed to be two men and a woman, while behind them was a large group of gunmen.
In the beginning, there were only a few of them, but now there were more than a dozen of them chasing the two men and the woman in front.
Luke leisurely found a corner with the best view, grabbed the railing on the side, and observed the chase from the side.
The two men and the woman in front soon split into two groups.
A brawny bald man distracted most of the pursuers and dashed over the roofs of the shantytowns, looking a little like Leto, the parkour genius from France.
The other man and the woman took the opportunity to run further and further away from the pursuers. It seemed that they would be able to escape.
But in the next moment, Luke heard gunshots near the bald man. A moment later, a window suddenly shattered, and another bald man charged out and chased after the first bald man.
Luke was a little confused. What are you doing? Why are you all bald and muscular? Is this a love-hate drama?
But he soon came back to himself.
There was no need to mention the bald man in front, but the equipment of the person behind him was clearly from a regular team.
Looking at the badge on a thin chain around his neck, Luke was lost for words. How could he run into someone in the same line of work?
Of course, it was very likely that the only people who dared to wear badges here were the FBI. The DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency) would love for no one to know who they were, while the CIA wasn't in the habit of revealing their identities.
The FBI was federal police. It wasn't wrong to say that they were Luke's colleagues, but they probably weren't here for the case he was working on.
He didn't have that many suspects in the case he was working with.
It could only be said that there were too many cases in Rio.
Luke sighed as he watched the chaotic chase and gunshots all the way down. In the end, the place was quiet again after a series of gunshots.
Only then did he walk down unhurriedly.
When he passed a street corner, he stuck close to the crowd of onlookers and stood on tiptoe to look inside like a curious baby.
The corpses of seven or eight masked bandits with guns were strewn all over the place. Several people in bulletproof vests were discussing something, including the second bald-headed man who had appeared.
Luke only glanced at them for a moment before he turned around and left.
That was right. They were from the United States.
Their movements and mannerisms were in the style of a regular team, and their firearms and equipment were top-notch.
Mercenaries wouldn't wear FBI badges and start a massacre in Rio in broad daylight. That would only bring them bad luck.
He just didn't know what this group of FBI agents was here for. Luke soon gave up on thinking about this boring question.
There were a lot of cases in Rio. If he really ran into one, he would think about it later.
He got on a bus and studied the routes on the tourist map for a moment.
A moment later, he got off the bus, got back on the bus, and took another one.
Looking at the scenery outside the window, he was in a good mood.
At the very least, it was a good start, and he hadn't missed out.
As long as he had a lead that allowed him to keep track of Elizabeth's whereabouts, the rest of the problems could be solved.
What he hated the most when he worked a case now was running out of leads.
As long as there were leads, it wouldn't be a problem for him.
He looked at the sky. It was almost noon, so he took the bus to the beach and had lunch at a small restaurant.
Public health in Rio wasn't bad. At the very least, it was fine in the tourist and downtown areas, and there weren't any major epidemics.
Also, as long as you didn't go to the jungle, you generally didn't need to get vaccinated against yellow fever.
Looking at the bikini-clad beauties on the beach not far away from the restaurant, Luke felt for the first time that his extraordinary eyesight wasn't good enough.
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