Luke drove an ordinary, run-down Honda into the courtyard of a certain desolate bungalow in Itaoka.
After concealing the car, he dragged Hernan, who was still in the trunk, into the basement.
Luke didn't remove his makeup until he was in the basement.
Unlike the previous operation, he showed his face this time.
A handsome African American man's face was openly exposed to the outside world. He didn't have anything to cover his face except for his sunglasses. Dominic and the other police officers could see him clearly as long as they weren't blind.
After fiddling with his neck and shoulder for a moment, he slowly pulled off the mask.
Looking at the highly replicated rubber mask in his hand, he chuckled. "It's a pity that I can't use too much unless I'm a chief."
Putting the mask away in his inventory, he turned to Hernan, who had his back to him.
Thinking for a moment, he put on the mask and walked over to Hernan.
A moment later, Hernan's cries of pain echoed in the basement.
After torturing Hernan for almost twenty-four hours, Luke managed to pry open Hernan's mouth with exhaustive interrogation and Mental Communication, which he had only learned a little.
After making sure that he had squeezed out all the value in him, this big boss quietly disappeared from this world.
There were no gunshots to send him off, no enemies to celebrate, and no subordinates to watch. He just vanished from the face of the earth.
In Rio, Hernan's subordinates all had different thoughts.
They hadn't stopped looking for Hernan, but there weren't as many people who really wanted to find the bigshot. Even the police department's search seemed like they were just going through the motions.
When Hernan was alive, he needed everyone's support and respect, but when he was dead, he was nothing.
As for Hernan, whose life and death were still unknown, nobody felt the need to work too hard. Nobody was an idiot.
While the atmosphere on Luke's end was different from that on Dominic's end, his gains were similar.
Several of Hernan's secret accounts in the Cayman Islands were in Luke's hands, as well as the passwords to several bank safes around the world.
Hernan was a tyrant who had ruled the city for almost a decade. How could he only have a hundred million dollars in cash?
The accounts that Luke had extracted from Hernan had more than two hundred million in savings and tens of millions in other non-cash assets.
Unfortunately, he couldn't use them for the time being.
A regular person could use the money as long as they legally transferred it to their accounts.
Luke, however, couldn't do that.
He had an official identity, and more and more people would pay attention to him in the future. What he needed was not simply legal funds, but funds with a completely clean background.
That was why Luke had thought about selling the patents and investing in the gold mine in Boom Town, but he had never considered money laundering.
That was because the money obtained by the first two was clean and could stand up to anyone's investigation.
Making a fortune could only prove that he was a technological genius, or that he was lucky enough to open a large gold mine.
It was only in this way that Luke would always have a clean record in the files of certain people and organizations, and wouldn't become a major suspect.
Those whose hands were too dirty would sooner or later be blackmailed by certain people.
He wasn't Tony Stark. He didn't have the backing of an enormous corporation, and he didn't have the right to negotiate with certain people and forces.
Until then, he would always be a good, clean, and innocent policeman.
Because of this, he would never touch the money in the safe.
Even if someone from Dominic's gang was caught, they wouldn't be able to identify him as one of the robbers.
Because in this robbery, he was not involved in the planning, execution, or distribution of the loot.
After taking care of everything, Luke went to sleep.
An hour later, he was woken up by the vibration of his phone.
Picking up the call with his eyes closed, he said in a daze, "Hello?"
After a brief silence, Vanessa said, "It's me. I'm looking for you."
Luke yawned and opened one eye to look at the sky, only to see that it was already sunset. "Time and place?"
Vanessa said, "The abandoned factory. It's best if we go now."
Luke nodded and said, "Give me thirty minutes."
"Okay!" Vanessa answered simply and hung up the phone.
Luke got up and was wide awake again. He stretched and said, "Okay, I've had enough sleep. It's time to get some exercise."
Saying that, he chuckled and quickly washed up, changed his clothes, and set off.
Before night fell, Luke drove his shabby Honda into the abandoned factory.
The factory was already empty.
Apart from the abandoned items that had been moved to a corner, there was only a sofa and a car left in the middle of the factory.
Luke parked the car not far away from the sofa. He got out and smiled at Vanessa, who had just closed the door. "Hello, you're in high spirits today."
Vanessa's expression was relaxed. Compared to her previous appearance of being possessed by bad luck, she could be said to be radiant.
Hearing Luke's words, she looked at his car and asked, "Where's the car?"
Luke said with a smile, "It was stolen."
Vanessa stared at him for a moment. "You're really careless."
Luke put his arm around her waist and rubbed it carefully. "Yes, I was careless too."
Vanessa raised an eyebrow. Ignoring him, she simply nodded at a big bag on the sofa. "Dominic and the others gave it to you. Five million dollars in return for saving the four of them."
Luke chuckled and moved his hand down. "No, I didn't save any of them. They mistook me for someone else."
Vanessa instinctively wanted to say "that's impossible," but she wasn't stupid.
She quickly realized what was going on, and her charming electric eyes widened. "So, it was just a masked John Doe who saved Hobbs and Dominic?"
Luke shrugged. "That's right. I'm a law-abiding tourist, and I'll be a strict detective when I return to Los Angeles. How can I mess around in Brazil? "
Vanessa didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Are you serious?"
Luke nodded. "I'm serious."
Vanessa asked, "That's five million dollars. Are you sure?"
Luke nodded matter-of-factly. "Yes, they really aren't mine."
Lost for words for a moment, Vanessa said vexedly, "Then what do I do? Call Dominic and the others back and tell them that they can still get the money back? "
Dominic and his family had already scattered to enjoy their new lives, and Vincent had taken the money to look for his wife and daughter.
So, she really didn't know how to get the money back.
Looking at her vexed expression, Luke chuckled and moved his hands down, then up again. "I remember a woman who lost a car in New York with more than ten million dollars in cash?"
Vanessa's electric eyes drifted over, and she said with a faint smile, "That's right. It was all thanks to the tireless efforts of a certain detective that other people found nothing, and almost swam back to Brazil naked."
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