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Although most of the women on the beach are still ordinary, there are also many beautiful and plump Brazilian girls and beauties from tourists from all over the world.
Sunny weather, beach bikinis, their beautiful bodies can be seen at a glance.
Especially where they were playing beach volleyball, Luke nodded unconsciously after watching for a long time.
The waitress who served Luke's meal smiled brightly and said, "If you want, I can accompany you to play a game after get off work."
Luke looked sideways, looking at this Brazilian beauty who looked at most sixteen years old and had a body that was more explosive than many twenty-year-old women, and laughed: "What a pity, I have something to do later."
The beauty shrugged nonchalantly: "Then I wish you all the best."
Luke smiled and nodded, took out a five-dollar knife and handed it to her: "But thank you very much for reminding me. I won't miss everything here. They are all so wonderful."
The Brazilian beauty smiled and took away the banknote from his hand: "You are really good at coaxing girls."
As she said that, she dug into the back pocket of her denim shorts, took out a business card and handed it to him: "You are very cute, so I don't need to charge you the first time."
Luke was stunned for a moment, watched this person leave, looked at the business card in his hand, and laughed.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? I am a professional escort.
After the small episode, no one bothered Luke again.
He huddled in the corner of the small restaurant, took out his notebook and checked the information.
There was no sign of the Wild Jungle Bar at the location pointed out by the newsstand owner, but he still zoomed in on the nearby satellite map and observed the surrounding traffic conditions.
There is a big den there. Once someone escapes, he needs to chase him.
I hope things won't be so troublesome. He thought so in his mind.
It was evening. After finishing dinner at a small restaurant, Luke took his bag on his back and went out, getting on the bus.
After spending forty minutes wandering around on the bus, he arrived at the Wild Jungle Bar.
At seven o¡¯clock, people started to enter the bar one after another.
Luke thought for a while, found a secluded corner, and replenished the makeup on his face.
Wearing sunglasses when you go to a bar at night is really too arrogant. You are either a movie actor or a movie character.
Now, he has adjusted his skin to be slightly browner, which has solved the problem of never getting a tan.
With black contact lenses in his eyes to cover his ice-blue pupils, quick spray dyeing of his hair into black, a half-length beard, and slightly raised corners of his eyes, Luke looked like Someone else.
A few minutes later, he walked into the bar empty-handed.
The layout inside is similar to most bars.
Slightly dim lighting, some colorful embellishments, and very low music, the customers gathering together and whispering seemed normal.
Luke sat directly at the bar and ordered a bottle of guarana.
In response to this request, the bartender looked normal.
It is not uncommon for foreign guests to come to the bar despite being allergic to alcohol. Anyway, most of the guests who come to this bar are not here to drink.
Luke was drinking juice and had already used his keen sense of smell to detect the situation here.
Don¡¯t pay too much attention to the lobby. The main targets of the reconnaissance are the upper two floors of this large three-story building, which should be where Christo¡¯s personnel gather.
There are a lot of people on the upper two floors, about thirty people, but there are not many people on the third floor, especially in a large office.
?According to the middle-aged tattooed person, this is his online home base. The person in charge, Pedro Da Silva, works out during the day and usually returns here to rest at night.
Luke was not in a hurry, drank the guarana slowly, and ordered another glass of acai juice.
It has to be said that Brazil has a lot of tropical fruits. Except for the popular products, no one knows whether there are dozens or hundreds of specialties.
It¡¯s a pity that Foodie Na didn¡¯t come with her, otherwise she wouldn¡¯t be happy if she was allowed to drink juice in different ways here.
Not long after, a beautiful woman sat on his right.
Luke actually paid attention to her before she came over. He had a rather strange expression on his face with his back to her.
But it was only a short moment before he regained his composure and began to wonder: What is this person doing here? Shouldn't you be competing with yourself for a head start?
While thinking about it, he turned his head and said hello with a smile: "Hi, can I buy you a drink?"
This Hispanic beauty looks about 23 or 24 years old, with half-long black hair covering half of her face.
Hearing Luke's invitation, she glanced at him sideways and said in a lukewarm tone: "How old are you? Does your mother know that you are drinking here?"
Luke shrugged and gestured with the cup in his hand: "Juice. In fact, what I want to treat you to drink is also juice."
The dark-haired beauty was stunned for a moment, glanced at the drink in his glass, and the corners of her mouth twitched a little.
It¡¯s not uncommon for people to come to bars without drinking.
But it is absolutely rare to treat a woman to a drink or juice.
She turned her gaze back: "Keep your pocket money and treat the little girls at school to drink soda. I don't need it."
Luke didn¡¯t take it seriously: ¡°Can we have a chat?¡±
The black-haired beauty wanted to refuse, but looking at his tender face and sincere eyes, her heart softened inexplicably: "What do you want to talk about?"
Luke pondered for a moment and then said: "Tell me, if a person feels that he can't keep up with you and wants to go home to farm, how can you dispel this person's idea?"
The black-haired beauty was stunned, but a look of thought flashed in her eyes, and she was speechless for a long time.
This question is very simple. The key words are actually two words "go home" and "farewell", which can easily arouse the reaction of certain people, such as this person next to me.
She was lost in thought for a moment and sighed: "I don't know. Maybe it would be a good choice to accompany her back to her hometown?"
Luke nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? What if"
The two of them were chatting away like this.
Luke didn¡¯t ask many questions, and then casually talked about other things, and the topic quickly deviated from the original direction.
The brunette beauty also moved away from the initial question, but she also felt a little weird about Luke.
She always felt that this young man with a tender face seemed a bit old-fashioned.
But he was very different from the little boys in school who pretended to be melancholy and mature, but she couldn't describe it accurately at once.
Fortunately, Luke's chat with her was completely casual. Even if she didn't say anything for a few minutes, he would look around leisurely and had no intention of forcing her to answer.
The two of them seemed to be chatting, but also like strangers passing the time with casual politeness.
It¡¯s eight o¡¯clock, and the bar has become bustling.
Hot beauties and all kinds of men came in, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Luke first came in.
A Hispanic DJ with dreadlocks walked onto a small stage, fiddled with the equipment a few times, and then slowly raised his hands: "are you ready~~~" (Are you ready?) (Remember the website address £ºwww.hlnovel.com