If there was any more income, Luke would have to learn from Pedro and put the cash in a bag in a bank's safe.
Being rich was truly troublesome!
As he sighed, he raised his hand to stop a taxi. "Take me to where there are many good cars."
The taxi driver burst into laughter. "Wow, Merry Christmas? No problem, I'll take you to a good place with the best cars. "
Twenty minutes later, the taxi driver hit the brakes. "What do you think? This is definitely the place with the best cars in Rio. Hm, there are a lot of pretty girls too. "
Amused, Luke threw a few dollars at the driver. "Here's your tip."
Beaming, the driver examined the green bills to make sure that they weren't counterfeit, before he stuck his head out and shouted at Luke's back, "Buddy, if you're as generous to those girls as you are to me, they'll be happy to spend a good night with you."
Luke waved his hand without looking back, indicating that he had heard the advice, and walked into the crowd.
The driver smacked his lips. "What a rich kid." He then started the car and drove off.
Luke didn't feel bad at all about giving the driver a hundred dollars. He was already worried about how he was going to take the rest of the loot away. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't waste some of it.
After a few steps, his expression suddenly changed. He went behind a nearby car and greeted someone who was taking something out of the trunk. "Hi, beauty, long time no see."
The woman paused for a moment and slowly turned around.
The moment she saw Luke, she frowned. "Who … are you?"
Luke chuckled. "Miss Vanessa, have you forgotten? We have wonderful memories in New York. I even treated you to dinner. "
The woman finally turned around completely and stared at him for a moment. Her expression changed, and she gritted her teeth. "You're that little cop from New York?"
Luke chuckled. "I'm a tourist here."
The woman rolled her eyes at him in annoyance. Her eyes seemed to be rebuking him, but also seemed to be mocking him, but also seemed to have a hint of provocation.
Luke had only met one other woman with such electrifying eyes — Vanessa, the long-legged robber from the New York bank robbery.
"What do you want?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the car.
Luke shrugged. "I'm just saying hi. Also, help me out if it's possible."
Vanessa asked, "What is it?"
Luke said, "I want a car that can't be too slow and sturdy. It'll be even better if it has some off-road capabilities."
Vanessa snickered. "You should be looking for a pickup. Where would you find a car here?"
Luke said with a smile, "But some people have such cars, don't they?"
Vanessa said, "Why should I help you?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Money?"
Vanessa's heart was bleeding as she recalled the cart full of cash. "Do I need to remind you how much money you took from me?"
Luke chuckled. "Let bygones be bygones. Aren't you going to earn what you deserve?"
Vanessa snorted. "You're just a small cop. Who do you want to bribe with money? You can't even afford my car. "
Luke rummaged in his backpack and threw her a black bag. "Get my car in thirty minutes. This is your referral fee."
Vanessa caught the thing he threw at her subconsciously. She knew it was cash the moment she squeezed it.
She quickly used her body to block the bag. When the car and her body met, she peeled off the black plastic bag. After taking a few glances at it, she immediately threw it into the trunk and closed it.
"Ten minutes, but a car isn't cheap," she said simply.
Luke made an "OK" gesture.
A few minutes later, she waved at him from afar.
Luke walked over.
A short man was standing next to Vanessa. Seeing Luke, he asked, "You want a car? One that's very sturdy and strong? "
Luke thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he nodded decisively.
The short man said, "Two hundred thousand dollars. I'll take you to see a car if you want it."
Luke said, "Okay, but you can just drive the car here. I'm in a hurry." In any case, if there was anything wrong with the car, the guy would have to pay him two hundred thousand dollars as compensation for the loss of his youth.
He liked people who followed the rules, but he liked people who didn't.
The little man was very straightforward and drove away quickly.
Vanessa listened to their conversation in silence. After the short man left, she said, "I didn't expect you to be corrupted too."
Luke was amused. "What's the connection between being rich and corrupted? I earned my money with my own ability, and the IRS has collected taxes on it. Why can't I spend it? "
Vanessa snorted. "Then why are you a cop? Wait, you're not a cop anymore? "
She suddenly remembered that with this guy's abilities, it wouldn't be hard for him to make money if he wanted to.
For example, there had been more than ten million dollars in cash in her car.
During the New York bank robbery, if this young officer had dared to make a move, he would've been able to earn more than a hundred years' worth of salary and retire immediately.
Luke shook his head with a smile. "No, I like being a police officer. Work makes me happy."
Vanessa snorted. "Aren't you afraid that I'll scream?"
Luke spread his hands. "What do you want to scream? Call me an American officer? I'm not the FBI. I'm just a tourist in Rio. Are you Brazilians so unfriendly to tourists? "
Vanessa was lost for words.
There was nothing wrong with that logic.
It wasn't like the LAPD would come to Brazil to arrest these people. They had nothing to do with each other at all.
As the two of them were chatting, the short man returned. Behind his sports car was a big black one.
Luke's jaw almost dropped when he saw it.
The short man looked at him from the convertible and said, "Don't tell me you don't want to pay."
Luke smacked his lips. "Let me ask you something first. This isn't stolen property, is it? I don't want to be wanted by the Brazilian police as soon as I drive it out. "
The short man laughed. "Bro, you're overthinking it. This is a privately modified Hummer. The ones that are really driven into the slums to carry out missions are all military armored vehicles, not ordinary goods like this. "
Luke took a closer look and found that the thing had indeed been modified. It didn't have any police markings either, but at first glance, it looked similar to some of the armored vehicles used by the Mexican police.
This modified Hummer couldn't withstand an RPG. If it entered those alleys, it would only be blown up into a fireball.
In Brazil, it was usually the army who used armored vehicles. They would drive real military armored vehicles into the city and fight drug dealers like they were in a war.
Unfortunately, the drug dealers would still be alive and well after the fight.
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