Luke had already confirmed that Pedro and his men were escorting cash here.
The strong smell of cash said it all.
He quietly moved closer, and the drone flew slowly in the sky.
There was even more smell of cash in the building.
Whose treasury is this? Luke murmured to himself.
Suddenly, his tablet vibrated. He looked at it with a strange expression.
On the screen, three cars sped over and stopped behind Pedro's three cars before the iron gate of the building was opened. Then, seven or eight masked men in black hoods got off with rifles in their hands. On the windshield of the armored car, there was even a bundle of bullets stuck to it.
Pedro's men were all forced out of the car. They lay on the ground obediently and didn't dare move at all.
Two of the masked men knocked down two bodyguards who were carrying bags of money from behind.
Pedro raised his hands helplessly, and when the men gestured at him to zip up his mouth, he obediently shut up and waited for the iron gate to open.
Luke clicked his tongue in wonder. Rio was truly a great place.
On the first day, he could watch a parkour chase in the slums, and on the second day, he saw a gang fight over a gang's treasury!
The gang members were very cooperative, but Luke could tell that they were basically unorthodox, and didn't look like regular soldiers.
After he entered, there was a lot of noise and screams on the ground floor, but no gunshots.
The gang members were very restrained. They simply knocked down a few guards who tried to resist with the butts of their guns.
Luke approached and climbed out of one of the airlock windows to look inside.
The light inside was dim, and there were all kinds of cash on two long tables that had been put together.
A dozen women who were only wearing underwear were being driven away from the long tables by the masked men who had broken in.
Luke could tell at a glance that this was a processing or packaging place for the drug dealers.
For example, they liked to use women to sort out, sort and package drugs and cash.
Women were timid, meticulous and quick, and were suitable for this kind of labor. They didn't have to pay much.
In order to prevent people from being blinded by greed and stealing, they would make the women strip down to their undergarments to do the work.
The masked men moved very quickly. In less than a few minutes, they had gathered all the men and women inside and outside the house.
The women could stand, but the men had to kneel in a row.
One of the men was bleeding from his mouth and nose. He had wanted to resist and was beaten up. He shouted with hatred, "You will die, all of you will die. You can't escape."
One of the people in the black mask took two steps forward and pulled off his mask. "Who's hiding?!"
The guard's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? Are you crazy?! "
He couldn't help but shout, "Do you know whose money this is? If you dare steal it, do you know what the consequences will be? "
Another person suddenly took off his mask. "Of course we know."
Luke raised an eyebrow. These two?
He had actually seen the two people who had taken off their masks before.
Yesterday afternoon in the Rossinia slums, it was these two men and a woman who were chased by a large group of people.
The first person to take off his mask was the bald man who had left a deep impression on Luke.
The second one was a rather handsome Caucasian youth.
However, Luke wasn't too surprised by their appearance.
What really surprised him was a man in a black mask who was standing guard in a corner with a gun.
Hiding in the darkness, the man simply watched quietly and didn't take off his mask.
Luke's window was closer to the man, and his Sharp Nose picked up a familiar scent.
Stumped for a moment, Luke carefully observed the man's figure for a moment, and his lips curled up. This could be considered an old acquaintance!
On the other side, the bald man casually grabbed an oil barrel and poured the remaining half of the barrel of gasoline onto a small cart next to him.
On the cart was a pile of cash that had just been collected from inside the house.
Luke was a little shocked when he saw it.
It was basically all dollars, and some euros and pounds. A conservative estimate would be that it was worth at least a million dollars.
From the looks of it, this bald man wasn't going to do something like that, was he?
Sure enough, the bald man took out a lighter and lit it with a ding.
It wasn't just the guards and the woman who were panicking; even several of the men in black masks couldn't help but shift.
Luke felt that they would definitely want to shout, "Stop! This
is
ney！ Stop! This is peanuts! "or something like that.
However, the bald man did not hesitate in the slightest. With a light toss, the lighter landed on top of the pile of gasoline-doused bills.
Boom! A tall flame sprang up.
Luke could hear almost everyone gasping. F * ck, you really dare burn it?
Even Luke, who didn't lack money, subconsciously wanted to rush in and put out the fire.
But he instantly suppressed this primitive impulse as he mumbled to himself, Thankfully, I'm using the drug dealers' money to train my nerves that don't care about money. It wasn't a loss this time.
In any case, he wouldn't burn his own money to train himself.
The bald man walked up to the guard and said, "So, we didn't steal it."
The guard was stunned, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
The bald man continued, "Tell your boss that we did it! Tell him that we're not done with him. "
Hearing that, Luke chuckled inwardly. So, it was a personal grudge! Now that was fun.
The men in black masks covered them and quickly got into their cars.
Luke thought for a moment, but didn't follow them.
The bald man might be a good guy or a bad guy if he was working against the drug dealers.
But Luke was more inclined to believe that the bald man and his gang were gray people, and so was his "old acquaintance." So, he didn't care about the personal grudge between the bald man and the drug dealers' boss.
His main goal right now was to find Lisa Feng.
Little Boss Pedro was very tactful and did not show any signs of resistance, so he was only pushed a few times and was not injured.
After the men in black masks left, he cursed at the head of the guards. "I've handed over this month's money. It's your responsibility that it was burned, not mine."
The head of the guards looked at him and said coldly, "Pedro, this is Boss Hernan's money! They followed you in, held us hostage, and burned at least millions of dollars. You're saying it has nothing to do with you? "
Pedro's face was ugly. "I was held hostage too."
The head of the guards said, "That's not up to me. If you don't want me to talk nonsense, come with me to see Boss Hernan. You know what the boss can do to traitors! "
Pedro's face was pale, and his lips trembled as he said hatefully, "You win."
He really didn't dare let the guard say anything to Hernan, in case Hernan considered him a traitor. Even if he wasn't Hernan's direct subordinate, he would still die a miserable death.
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