505: Old Acquaintance Still Needs a Commission Fee

Old Acquaintance Still Needs a Commission Fee

If he had more money coming in later, Luke would have to learn from Pedro and put the money in a big bag before stashing it in a private safe.

Being rich was really worrisome!

Sighing, Luke flagged down a taxi. "Take me to where the best cars come together."

The taxi driver laughed. "Wow, American? No problem, I'll take you to a nice place. It has the best cars."

Twenty minutes later, the taxi driver hit the brakes. "What about it? This is where the best cars in Rio are gathered. Hm, there are also a lot of beautiful girls."

Luke smiled and tossed a few bills to him. "The extra money is a tip."

The driver examined the cash in delight. Confirming that it wasn't fake, he stuck his head out and shouted after Luke, "Buddy, if you're as generous with the girls as you are with me, they'll be very happy to spend a nice night with you."

Luke waved his hand without turning back to show that he had heard the driver, before he walked into the crowd.

The driver smacked his lips. "What a rich kid." He then started up his car and drove off.

Luke didn't regret giving the driver a hundred dollars. He was already stressing over what to do with the loot he would get later; if he didn't hurry and waste some of it now, he would feel uncomfortable.

After taking a few steps, his expression suddenly changed. He walked up to a car on the side and greeted the person who was taking things out of the trunk. "Hi, gorgeous. It's been a while."

The woman paused and slowly turned her head.

The moment she saw Luke, she frowned. "Who… are you?"

Luke chuckled. "Miss Vanessa, you don't remember me? We had a great time back in New York. I even bought you dinner."

The woman finally turned around all the way. After staring at him for a moment, her expression changed and she gnashed her teeth. "You're that two-bit officer from New York?"

Luke chuckled and said, "I'm just a tourist here."

The woman glared at him angrily. That expression looked like it was full of blame as well as taunting, and even carried a trace of provocation.

Luke had only ever met one such beauty with electrifying eyes — that long-legged robber in the bank robbery case in New York, Vanessa.

"What do you want?" she asked as she leaned against the car and folded her arms over her chest.

Luke shrugged. "I'm here to say hi, but also, I wonder if you can help me out."

Vanessa asked, "How?"

Luke said, "I need a car. It can't be too slow. It would be even better if it's a little sturdier and can drive cross-country."

Vanessa sneered. "It sounds like you want a pickup. How can you get that here?"

Luke said with a smile, "But there will be people with that sort of vehicle, right?"

Vanessa said, "Why would I help you?"

Tilting his head, Luke thought for a moment. "For money?"

Vanessa's heart dripped blood when she remembered the carload of cash. "Need I remind you how much money you took from me?"

Luke chuckled. "That's all in the past. Do you not want to make some money now?"

Vanessa snorted. "You are just a minor officer. How much can you possibly cough up? You can't even afford my car."

Luke fished out something from his knapsack and then casually tossed her something black. "Get me a car in thirty minutes; this is your commission."

Vanessa subconsciously caught the plastic bag, and with one squeeze, she knew it was cash inside.

Quickly hiding the bag between her and the car, she examined its content before she threw the bag into the trunk and closed it.

"Ten minutes, but it won't be cheap," she said simply.

Luke made an "OK" gesture.

Several minutes later, she waved at him from a distance.

Luke walked over.

A short man was standing next to Vanessa. Seeing Luke, he said bluntly, "You want a car? Something very sturdy and strong?"

Luke felt that this description met his requirements, and he nodded decisively.

The short man said, "200,000. No bargaining. If you want it, I'll take you to the car."

Luke said, "Okay, but you might as well drive the car here. I'm in a hurry." In any case, if there was something wrong with the car, he would demand his 200,000 dollars back from the guy.

He liked guys who followed the rules; he liked those who broke them even more.

The short man didn't say anything else, and quickly drove off.

Vanessa listened to their conversation in silence. It wasn't until the short man left that she finally said, "I didn't expect you to be corrupted too."

Luke was amused. "Can one only become rich through corruption? I rely on my capabilities to make money, and I pay my taxes to the IRS. Why can't I use it?"

Vanessa scoffed. "Then why are you working as a cop? Wait, are you no longer a cop?"

She suddenly recalled that with his capabilities, this man really could make a lot of money if he wanted to.

For example, there had been more than ten million dollars in cash in her car back then.

During their bank robbery in New York, if this small-time officer wanted to, he could have snapped up a hundred years' worth of his salary and retired immediately after.

Luke shook his head with a smile. "No. I like being a cop. Work makes me happy."

Vanessa snorted. "You're not afraid I'll expose you?"

Luke spread his hands. "What's there to expose? That I'm an American officer? I don't work for the FBI. I'm just a tourist in Rio. Are Brazilians so unfriendly to tourists nowadays?"

Vanessa was rendered speechless.

His logic was flawless.

There was no way L.A. police would come here to arrest people; they were worlds apart.

The short man returned as they were chatting, towing a big black behemoth behind his convertible.

Luke's jaw almost hit the ground when he saw it.

In his convertible, the short man looked at Luke and said, "Don't tell me that you're not going to pay up."

Smacking his lips, Luke said, "Let me ask you first, you didn't steal this car, did you? I don't want to be hunted down by Brazilian police the moment I drive it out."

The short man burst out laughing. "Bro, you're overthinking it. This is just a Hummer that we personally modified. The real vehicles that carry out missions in the slums are all military armored trucks; this is common goods in comparison."

Luke observed the car more carefully and did find traces that it had been modified. It also didn't have the police logo on it, even if it did look like some Brazilian armored police vehicle.

This modified Hummer wouldn't be able to withstand an RPG attack. When it entered those small alleyways, it would blow up in a fireball.0

In Brazil, it was usually the army who deployed armored vehicles. As if going to war, they would drive the real military armored vehicles into the city and fight the drug dealers.

Unfortunately, once the dust settled, the drug dealers were still alive and kicking.

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