Even at that moment, the machine guns on the two special combat boats were still raining fire.
Boom! A truck driven by a criminal was finally blown up. It abruptly rose into the sky, and a small mushroom cloud slowly rose.
Just like that, the two special combat airships swept past as if there was no one there, and took the people away.
The only things left behind were the woods full of bullet holes and bodies, the burning wreckage of the vehicles, and the shivering criminals.
Looking at the scene in the rearview mirror, Luke couldn't help but nod. Very good. This was very American and Hollywood.
Oppressing the enemy with overwhelming firepower, and then the soldiers would come out to clean up the mess. That was the most common way the US military fought.
Driving the Hummer around, Luke summoned the drone that was parked on the roof of the bungalow, and drove down the mountain.
This time, nobody would be in the mood to block off the mountain road.
At least half of the hundred people in Christophe's lair had been killed. Also, the soldiers had left in the special combat boats, and the criminals wouldn't be in the mood to continue blocking off the area.
While Luke was thinking that, a pickup suddenly drove up from the opposite direction. Several people were standing in it with rifles in their hands.
The two cars brushed past each other, and the pickup suddenly made a turn and chased after them.
The rifles of the people in the pickup rang out, and Luke could even hear the sound of his own car.
He rolled his eyes. "You're crazy!" He reached for the holster on his thigh and pulled out his gun. He stretched out his hand and twisted his wrist.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! After a few screams, all the people in the pickup who had opened fire collapsed, and two holes appeared in the driver's windshield.
Boom! Bang!
There was a dull noise from behind the car. Luke put his gun back and sighed. "Isn't it good to live an honest life?"
System: Rescue DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency) Agent Lisa Morales. Mission completed.
Total experience: 100. Total credit: 100.
Contribution rate: 70%. EXP + 70. Credit + 70.
System: Eliminate the secret camp of Christophe's gang. Completed.
Total experience: 3,000. Total credit: 3,000.
Contribution rate: 30%. EXP + 900. Credit + 900.
His harvest wasn't bad.
The two special combat boats definitely got the lion's share of the loot. After all, there were six machine gun positions on the two boats, which meant almost ten machine guns. They had fired hundreds of times more bullets than Luke, so it was only natural that they got the lion's share.
He just didn't know if Dustin had returned the favor.
Thinking that, he called Dustin. "Boss, it's done. However, when I was rescuing her, I bumped into a seal, so I handed her over to them to bring her back. "
Dustin was stunned. "So soon?" It had only been two days!
Luke chuckled. "Yes. But with the seal interfering, what about that person's favor? "
Dustin asked, "How exactly were they rescued?"
Luke thought for a moment and said, "I went in alone and rescued her. When we retreated, we alerted the bandits. Seal happened to be there and helped to cover our retreat. "
Pondering for a moment, Dustin said, "That's not a problem. Let's do that."
Luke said, "Wait, boss. My vacation hasn't ended yet, right? "
Dustin choked for a moment. A moment later, he said, "As long as you're not afraid of Selina arguing with you, you can come back after two weeks."
What could he say?
Luke couldn't even claim his travel expenses on this trip to Brazil; he had to pay for the extra expenses himself.
If someone wanted to stay in Brazil for a few more days, that was their freedom.
Luke hung up the phone with a smile and murmured, "Selina won't mess with me!"
But after thinking for a moment, he still called her. "Hey, darling, it's seven in the morning in New York. It's time to get up and pee."
"Get lost!" Selina's furious voice rang out on the other end of the line.
After reminding Selina to develop good habits and telling her that he was going to stay in Rio for two weeks, Luke hummed, "Hey, I forgot the water. I left it in New Delhi," and got on the bridge again.
Looking at the beautiful city across the sea, he chuckled. "But I won't forget Rio."
He stepped on the gas and sped toward Rio.
Rio in the morning was as charming as ever.
The sky was still clear. May was one of the coolest months of the year in Rio, which was located in the southern hemisphere. Occasionally, the lowest temperature could drop below 20 degrees Celsius, which was indeed quite cool.
Driving past the beach, Luke chuckled when he saw the bikini-clad beauties who were here early in the morning. He found a place to park the car and went to the beach as well.
Now that he had done the most important favor, he could do whatever he wanted with the rest of the time. Naturally, he didn't have to hurry as much as he did at the beginning.
In any case, a certain experience bag was right there; it wouldn't run away or be lost.
Thinking that, he sat down at a restaurant by the sea and ordered a sumptuous breakfast.
After leisurely eating breakfast, he looked at the time and the increasing number of bikini-clad beauties on the beach, before he finally turned around and left.
In his Hummer, he wandered the city.
It might be an inconspicuous building, an office building, or a villa in a wealthy neighborhood.
Those locations were the places where Christophe was hiding that Pedro had forced out of him.
Christophe, however, was more like a broker. He was more of a middleman, and wasn't that passionate about managing his territory.
He had started a business in Rio because of the special environment here.
This place happened to be chaotic to a certain extent, but not completely lawless. It was suitable for someone like him, who had a dirty background, to move around freely and train his subordinates.
But the city was the territory of other bigshots, such as Hernan Reyes, a top bigshot in Rio.
So, all of these locations were basically Hernan Reyes's hideouts.
Luke spent the next two days leisurely.
He went out to eat and shop every day, and the drone would take to the air to gather intelligence.
From the movements of the people in those strongholds, he found even more people who were related to him.
It was like plucking a sweet potato from the ground; he would reap a series of rewards.
Luke couldn't have been happier over the past two days.
As he typed in all kinds of data on his laptop, he subconsciously muttered, "20, 20, 50, 20,100,200, 50 …"
To put it simply, the system usually only gave 20 experience and credit points to gunmen.
Minor bosses, on the other hand, would get around 30 to 50 points.
The number of gangsters with dirty hands and the middle and upper levels would fluctuate between 100 and 300.
This was a pattern that Luke had figured out after a long time.
Of course, this wasn't an accurate estimate, but he enjoyed it.
The numbers that he muttered were actually the minimum amount of experience and credit points he could get.
As he muttered the numbers, he was full of enthusiasm for the next few days in Rio.
Just like that, it was the fifth day after he arrived in Rio.
Last night and the day before, he had destroyed two warehouses of illegal drugs. He hadn't killed many people, but he had cleaned up a lot of the goods.
The harvest of more than two thousand experience and credit points made him very happy as he burned the illegal drugs.
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