Chapter 515

Although most of the women on the beach are still average, there are many beautiful and full-bodied Brazilian girls and many beauties among tourists from all over the world.

On a sunny day, the beach bikini, their beautiful body at a glance.

Especially when playing beach volleyball, Luke nodded unconsciously after watching for a long time.

"If you want to, I can go to fight with you after work."

Luke looked sideways at the Brazilian beauty, who was at most 16 years old, but whose figure was more explosive than many 20-year-old women, and smiled: "I'm sorry, I have something to do later."

"I wish you all the best," shrugged the beautiful woman

Luke smiled and nodded, took out the five dollars knife and handed it to her: "but thank you for reminding me that I won't miss everything here. They are all wonderful."

Brazilian beauty smiled and took away the bill in his hand: "you really can coax girls."

Then she took out a business card in her pants pocket behind the jeans shorts and gave it to him: "you're cute, so for the first time, I don't charge."

Luke was stunned, watched this leave, looked at the business card in his hand again, and laughed.

Together, they are professional playmates.

After the episode, no one bothered Luke again.

He huddled in the corner of the small restaurant and took out his notebook to check the information.

There is no sign of the wild jungle bar in the position pointed out by the owner of the book and newspaper stall, but he still magnified the satellite map nearby to observe the traffic conditions around.

It's a big shelter. Once someone escapes, he needs to chase.

I hope it won't be so troublesome. He thought so.

In the evening, Luke settled his dinner in a small restaurant, went out with his bag on his back and got on the bus.

After spending 40 minutes on the bus, he came to the wild jungle bar.

At seven o'clock, the bar began to be filled in.

Luke pondered, found a secluded corner, and replenished the makeup on his face.

I wear sunglasses when I go into the bar at night. It's really too coquettish. It's either a movie actor or a movie character.

Now, he has adjusted his skin to be a little brown, which has solved the problem of not getting tanned.

With black beautiful pupils in his eyes, covering his ice blue double pupils, fast jet dyed black hair, a half long beard and a slightly raised corner of the eye, Luke looks like another person.

A few minutes later, he walked into the bar empty handed.

The layout is similar to that of most bars.

Slightly hazy lights, part of the color embellishment, and very quiet music, together with whispering customers, seem to be very normal.

Luke sat directly in front of the bar and asked for a bottle of guarana.

The bartender's face was the same for this request.

It's not uncommon for foreign guests to come to the bar with alcohol allergy. Anyway, most of the guests are not for drinking.

Luke, drinking juice, has used his keen sense of smell to detect the situation here.

Don't worry too much about the hall. The main target of reconnaissance is the upper two floors of this large three-story building, which should be the place where Christopher gathered.

There are a lot of people on the upper two floors, about 30, but not many on the third floor, especially in a spacious office.

According to the middle-aged tattoo, Pedro da Silva, the host of his online nest, works outside during the day and usually comes back to rest at night.

Luke was not in a hurry. He finished guarana and ordered another cup of brazilberry juice.

It has to be said that there are a lot of tropical fruits in Brazil. Apart from the large-scale goods, no one knows whether the specialty is dozens or hundreds.

It's a pity that shihuona didn't follow, otherwise she would have to drink juice in a different way here. It's not beautiful.

Before long, a beautiful woman sat on his right.

Luke actually paid attention to her before she came, and his back to her face was rather strange.

But it was only a very short moment, and he was calm again. He thought to himself, "what is this guy doing here?"? It's not about robbing yourself!

As he thought about it, he turned away and said hello with a smile: "Hi, can I buy you a drink?"

This Hispanic beauty is about twenty-three or four years old. Her black half hair covers half of her face.

When she heard Luke's invitation, she glanced at him with her side eyes. Her voice was cool: "how old are you? Does your mother know you're drinking here? "

Luke shrugged and gestured with the glass in his hand: "juice. In fact, what I want to invite you to drink is juice. "

The brunette was stunned and looked at the drink in his cup. The corner of her mouth was twitching.

It's not uncommon for people to come to bars without drinking.

But it's rare for a woman to have a drink or juice.She turned to her eyes and said, "keep your pocket money. Invite the girls at school to drink soda. I don't need it."

Luke didn't think so. "Can you talk?"

The brunette wanted to refuse, but looking at his tender face and sincere eyes, she felt inexplicably soft in her heart: "what do you want to talk about?"

Luke pondered for a moment, and then said, "you say, if a man feels that he can't keep up with you and wants to go home and farm, how can he stop this man?"

The black haired beauty was shocked, but her eyes flashed the color of thinking, and she was speechless for a long time.

This problem is very simple. The key words are actually two "go home" and "leave". It's easy to arouse the reaction of some specific groups, such as the one around you.

She was in a trance for a moment and sighed, "I don't know. Maybe Is it a good choice to accompany her back to her hometown? "

Luke nodded thoughtfully: "is that so? If... "

This is how the two of them talk about each other.

Luke didn't ask many questions, and then he talked about other things in a divergent way. The topic soon deviated from the original direction.

The brunette also pulled out of her initial problems, but she also felt a little weird about Luke.

She always felt that the young man who looked at his face was a little old-fashioned.

But he is very different from that kind of young boy in the school who pretends to be melancholy and mature, but she can't describe it exactly.

Fortunately, Luke's chat with her was full of gossip. Even if she didn't say a word for a few minutes, he looked around leisurely and didn't ask her to answer.

Two people are like chatting, and they are like strangers who pass time casually and politely.

By eight o'clock, the bar had become bustling.

Hot beauties and men of all colors came in, in a totally different atmosphere than when Luke first came in.

A Hispanic DJ with a dirty pigtail walked up to a small stage, fiddled with the device a few times, and then slowly raised his hands: "are you ready?"