Hernan left the house at nine the next morning.
Looking at the image sent back by the drone, Luke was deep in thought. "Who are these two new guys?"
Unlike before, the two people who got into the backseat of the luxury car with Hernan were covered from head to toe in gray clothes.
Their faces were similar to Luke's when he was on a private job, except that they were wearing hoods and sunglasses.
They were average-looking at 1.75 meters tall, but they looked very muscular, and their thighs were thicker than Vanessa's waist.
Were they strength-type players?
Luke thought for a moment, then shook his head.
A regular strength-type player wouldn't be able to take advantage of guns and cars, and had to be agile.
But there were no signs of guns on these two, and they could only carry pistols at most.
As he pondered, Luke got into Hernan's car from a distance.
At half past nine, Hernan's car entered the police station.
The boss was not completely at ease with the policemen under him. He would come to check his money every day.
At the same time, his subordinates and the police officers were frantically searching for traces of Dominic and his men, as well as the person who had slapped him in the face.
At that moment, Hernan was walking in the police station with a mask over his face.
Looking at the surprised look on the director's face, he said angrily, "I've caught a cold. Can't I?"
The chief immediately expressed his sincere belief in this reason. He said directly, "Boss, the police station has already strengthened its security. The number of guards has doubled compared to usual. There are also special police officers guarding around the warehouse. You don't have to worry."
Hernan simply nodded, but he mumbled to himself, Idiot, I'm worried that you'll scam me out of my money!
Very soon, he checked the money in the warehouse, before he returned to the director's office. The director, on the other hand, stood obediently like a henchman.
Hernan waved his hand impatiently. "Go do your own thing. Don't just stand here."
The director immediately nodded and left.
Hernan didn't take off his big mask until the door was closed, revealing his face that was as swollen as a pig's head.
Thankfully, he only had his two most trusted brothers with him at the moment, and they wouldn't laugh at his face.
"Boss, catch the guy who slapped you and give him to me. I'll break every bone in his body," said one of the men in gray in a low and hoarse voice.
Hernan nodded helplessly. "Okay, I'll leave it to you."
These two brothers were loyal, but they didn't know how to read people's eyes, touching on the sore spot.
Was there even a need to mention this? When had Hernan ever suffered such a big loss?
Hernan felt aggrieved at the thought of what had happened the afternoon before yesterday.
If he had been shot a few times the day before yesterday, he might have been very angry, but he would not have been so aggrieved.
At this moment, his body was actually fine. His swollen face, which was 50% larger than normal, could barely be considered a minor injury.
However, he would rather have been shot the day before yesterday. At least that would have been in line with his identity as a big shot.
Big shots who had never been shot before were unqualified.
However, if a big shot couldn't be found after being slapped in the face, it would be a great humiliation.
Even now, Hernan still found it baffling.
What kind of lunatic was it that captured him just to slap him?
Moreover, the words spoken by that person the day before yesterday made him even angrier.
He had touched many women's buttocks. How would he know which one she was referring to? Was he going to kill all the boyfriends of the women he touched? If that happened, hundreds of people would have died in Rio.
Later, he even found the hotel's surveillance footage.
But after his subordinates analyzed it, they regretfully told him that they couldn't find any leads on the man.
When they told Hernan the news, the subordinate who was checking the footage was sweating. Fortunately, there was no footage of Hernan being beaten.
As a big shot in Rio, Hernan naturally wouldn't allow the hotel to monitor where he was sitting.
In fact, the man hadn't been within range of the camera before or after he attacked Hernan.
On the other hand, the attacker had been wearing sunglasses and a hat. Not only did he have a beard, but he also had something in his mouth that changed the shape of his face.
So, there were a lot of onlookers around, but none of them had any impression of the attacker's appearance or clothes.
In fact, the subordinate didn't think that anyone would dare say that they remembered him.
As long as they weren't idiots, the locals would never say that they remembered what had happened.
The main point of this incident was that Hernan had been pressed down and slapped.
Didn't the attacker admit that he had seen Hernan being beaten?
But the investigation of the tourists showed that nobody had seen the man's face or where he had gone.
Whoever had slapped Hernan in the face had become a new unsolved mystery in Rio.
While Hernan was sulking, Dominic and the others had already reached the police department's underground parking lot.
Two police cars, one in front and one in the back, escorted an old, shabby armored car in the middle to the entrance of the parking lot.
Looking at the back of the old armored car, which had been modified in a weird way, the officer on duty at the railing asked, "What's with this pickup?"
The officer in the driver's seat looked in the rearview mirror and listened to his partner count down in a low voice. "Three, two, one, do it."
The driver suddenly raised his hand and aimed his Taser at the officer who was looking over.
Two nails with thin metal wires flew out and hit the policeman on duty, causing him to convulse and fall to the ground.
At the same time, the Taser in the passenger seat of the police car behind them also shot down a SWAT officer next to it.
The three cars started at almost the same time, broke through the railing, and charged into the underground parking lot.
"We only have thirty seconds," said the driver in the armored car over the walkie-talkie.
Everybody started counting down in their hearts.
Thirty, twenty-nine!
The police cars in the front had already moved out of the way.
Twenty-seven, twenty-six!
The armored car began to accelerate crazily. The protruding steel bumper on the front of the car was rough, but it was definitely solid.
Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three!
Boom!
With a loud bang, the armored vehicle smashed through a wall and rushed into a room.
Twenty-two, twenty-one.
The armored car backed out and began to turn around. An iron plate fell from the back of the car and was placed diagonally between the ground and the back of the car.
Twenty, nineteen, … sixteen, fifteen … eleven, ten!
Four people got out of the two police cars. Two of them pulled out the trailer from the back of the police cars and hooked it to an alloy bolt that was as thick as an arm in the vault.
The other two quickly stuck plastic explosives on the walls of the vault and shouted, "Done!"
The four of them ran out almost at the same time.
Five, six!
Two of the four got into the police cars, and one of the other two shouted, "Ready to detonate!"
Three, two, one!
Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out, and a circle of large holes appeared in the walls around the vault.
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