Chapter 503 Stop! This is Money!
Luke was already certain that Pedro was here to deliver cash.
The strong smell of the paper bills was very clear.
He quietly got closer as the drone hovered above.
The smell of bills was even stronger inside the building. Whose h.o.a.rd was this? Luke wondered.
Suddenly, his tablet vibrated, and his expression turned strange after he looked at it.
On screen, three cars sped over and stopped behind Pedro’s cars before the door of the building opened. Then, almost ten masked men got out with rifles in their hands. They also threw grenades at the winds.h.i.+eld of the armored van right away. Pedro’s men were all forced to get out. They lay obediently on the ground and didn’t put up a struggle at all.
Two of the masked men knocked out the bodyguards who were holding the money bags.
Pedro had no choice but to raise his hands and shut up when the masked men gestured at him to zip his mouth. They waited for the door of the building to open.
Luke clicked his tongue in wonder. Rio really was a wonderful place.
His first day here, he witnessed a parkour pursuit through the slums, and on the second day, he was watching criminals rob other criminals!
The masked men had good teamwork, but Luke could tell that they didn’t have formal training.
After they entered, noise burst out from the first floor and there were screams, but no gunshots.
The masked men were quite restrained. They only used the grips of their guns to knock out a few guards who tried to resist.
Luke moved closer and climbed up to a window to observe what was going on inside. It was dim inside the building. On two long rows of tables were all kinds of money bills.
A dozen women who were only wearing scanty clothing were driven away from the long tables by the masked men who had just broken in.
With one glance, Luke could see that this was some processing or packing site for drug dealers.
They preferred to use women to organize and pack things like drugs and cash. Women were generally timid, meticulous and quick, which made them perfect for this sort of labor, and they didn’t need to be paid much.
In case any of the workers got greedy and tried to steal something, the women were made to work in nothing but their underwear.
The masked men worked quickly. In just a few minutes, they rounded up a dozen men and women from the various rooms.
The women were allowed to stand, but the men all knelt in a row.
One of the men had a b.l.o.o.d.y nose and mouth. He had been beaten up when he tried to resist. He shouted angrily, “You’re all dead! There’s nowhere you can hide!”
One of the masked men stepped forward and took off his mask. “Who says we’re going to hide?”
The guard’s eyes widened. “Are you crazy? You’re crazy!”
He couldn’t help but shout, “Do you know whose money this is? Do you know the consequences if you steal it?”
Another robber took off his mask too. “Of course we do.”
Luke raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see these two.
He had actually seen these two men before.
In Rocinha yesterday afternoon, it was these two men, along with a woman, who had been pursued frantically by a bunch of people.
The first man who took off his mask was the big baldie who had left a deep impression on Luke.
The second person was a rather handsome white young man.
But Luke wasn’t that surprised by these two.
What really intrigued him was another masked person who was standing guard in one corner.
The person was hiding in the dark and watched silently without taking off their mask. The window Luke was at was closer to this person, and his Sharp Nose picked up a familiar scent.
Stunned, Luke carefully sized up the person’s figure for a moment, then curled his lip. This could also be considered an old acquaintance! The baldie grabbed a half-full oil can and poured out the remaining oil onto a small trolley next to him.
On the trolley was a huge pile of cash that had just been collected from all the rooms.
Even Luke couldn’t help smacking his lips at the amount.
The money was mostly USD, and part of it was made up of euros and pounds. By conservative estimates, it was worth millions of USD.
Looking at the baldie’s att.i.tude, was he going to burn it up?
Sure enough, the baldie took out a lighter and flicked it on.
Not only were the guards and the women alarmed, but even quite a few of the masked men couldn’t help jerking forward.
Luke felt they definitely wanted to shout something like “Stop! This is money!”
But without any hesitation, the baldie tossed the lighter onto the cash that was covered in oil.
Boom! Flames erupted.
Luke could almost hear everybody gasp. d.a.m.n it! You really burnt it?
Even Luke, who didn’t lack money, subconsciously wanted to break in and put out the fire.
But he immediately suppressed the primitive urge and murmured to himself that it wasn’t a bad thing to use drug money to build up a tolerance to it.
After all, he would never practice tolerance with his own money.
The baldie walked up to the guard. “See, we’re not stealing anything.” The guard had frozen and looked like he was on the verge of collapsing. The baldie continued, “Tell your boss we were the ones who did this, and we’re not done with him yet!”
Luke secretly chuckled when he heard that. So, it was personal! This would be fun.
The masked men evacuated as they covered each other. They quickly got in their cars and left.
Luke thought for a moment but didn’t follow them in the end.
The baldie was fighting these drug dealers and could be a good person, but he could also be a bad person.
However, Luke was more inclined to believe that the baldie and his men were in the gray area, just like that old acquaintance of his. So, he wasn’t very interested in the personal grudge between the baldie and the boss of these drug dealers.His main objective for now was still Lisa Feng.
Pedro, this minor boss, had been smart enough not to show any signs of resisting. He had been shoved several times, but not hurt.
After the masked men left, he cursed and said to the captain of the guards, “I brought over the money for this month; the fact it got burned up is your responsibility and has nothing to do with me.”
The captain looked at him and said coldly, “Pedro, that’s Boss Hernan’s money. They followed you here, captured us, and burnt at least several million dollars, and you say it has nothing to do with you?”
Pedro’s expression was unsightly. “I was held down too.”
The captain said, “I don’t call the shots. If you don’t want me to make things up, come with me to see Boss Hernan. You know how the boss deals with traitors!”
Pedro’s face turned pale and his lips trembled as he said furiously, “You’re good.”
He really didn’t dare let the captain speak to Hernan alone. If Hernan considered him a traitor, he would die a miserable death even though he wasn’t Hernan’s direct subordinate.