Super Detective in the Fictional World

Chapter 504 - Your Hard-Earned Money? No, It’s Mine Now

Chapter 504 Your Hard-Earned Money? No, It’s Mine Now

Listening to their conversation with great interest, Luke then planted a tracker on Pedro’s car.

Pedro got into the car with the captain and left.

Luke followed them unhurriedly. They soon arrived at a villa in a rich neighborhood and met a middle-aged man in the study.

Luke, who had followed them here, looked at the man in the image sent from the drone and murmured, “Another person with slicked back hair? Do all bad guys have this hairstyle now?”

In the image, the man with slicked back hair had a red face, a big nose, and small eyes. He was pretty ugly. However, the people in the room in front of him couldn’t be any more terrified.

After the captain and Pedro told him of the assault on his money den, the middle-aged man smiled. “They didn’t steal my money, but only burnt it? Haha.”

As he spoke, he walked over to his table and tapped the ornaments on them one by one. “You just watched my five million dollars burn up without doing anything?”

Nobody said anything.

The middle-aged man suddenly grabbed a metal sculpture and swung it.

Dum!

With a dull noise, the captain of guards fell to the floor. Blood flowed out of his forehead, dyeing the yellow carpet red.

Pedro shuddered, but beyond that, he didn’t dare move.

From the moment he came in, two bodyguards had been staring at him with their hands on the guns at their waists. The middle-aged man casually put down the bloodstained sculpture. “Pedro, you work for Christophe. I won’t do anything to you.”

Pedro let out a long breath of relief.

However, the middle-aged man continued, “But you did lead those people to my stash, didn’t you?”

Pedro really wanted to say no.

He could tell that those masked men had targeted Hernan’s money den purely because of a personal grudge, but he didn’t dare say a word right now. “Five million. I don’t care what you do, but if you want to continue enjoying yourself in Rio, you’ll find some way to make up that amount,” said the middle-aged man. Pedro’s face darkened as he inwardly cursed Hernan’s greed.

There couldn’t have been more than four million dollars in the stash, but the man was asking for five million?

He stammered, “Sir, that... “

The middle-aged man raised his hand. “If you have a problem with that, you can die right now.”

Sweating, Pedro hesitated for a long moment, before he gritted his teeth. “O- okay, Mr. Hernan. I’ll get you the money.”

The middle-aged man nodded and turned to his bodyguards. “Find Dominic and Bryan. I want them dead.”

Pedro left the room in silence and let out a long breath of relief before he walked away with a bitter face.

Listening to the information sent back by the drone, Luke turned around after a moment and left as well.

The middle-aged man was Hernan Reyes, a famous bigshot in Rio who was involved in all kinds of underground businesses, including but not limited to illegal drugs, weapons, prostitution, and smuggling. He had been on Luke’s blacklist for a long time, but it wasn’t the time to deal with him yet.

Luke recalled the drone and left quietly.

One thing at a time. He had to take care of Christophe first.

Following the tracker, he returned to Wild Jungle.

He was wondering if he should sneak in and simply interrogate Pedro, when the man came out again.

Carrying a big bag, Pedro got in a car with two bodyguards and left Wild Jungle.

Luke wondered, were they going to go gather money? Twenty minutes later, Luke looked at a small villa not far away. The two bodyguards were guarding the entrance to the villa. Pedro had already entered the villa.

Suddenly, Luke’s expression changed.

He saw Pedro walk through the backyard, push open a small, hidden door in one corner, and enter the neighboring yard.

Then, the man went to the entrance to the neighbor’s basement. He looked around, before he opened the door and entered the basement.

Luke smiled and disappeared from the rooftop.

In the basement, Pedro used an iron rod to block the basement entrance. Bypassing the odds and ends, he went to a corner, undid a latch, then pushed a cabinet aside to reveal a safe that was as tall as his waist. He typed the password with trembling hands and opened the safe. He stared at the bags of money that were inside for a long time before finally taking them out.

He mumbled, “It’s my money! I earned it with my blood and sweat!”

Then, his expression froze and he stopped moving

A cold knife was pressed to his throat, and the sweet voice of a female anchor spoke behind him. “No, it’s my money now.”

Then, muffled screams rang out in the basement.

After obtaining the information he wanted. Luke put everything in the basement back to normal, as if nobody had even been there.

He then snuck back into the house next door, picked up the big bag of money in Pedro’s bedroom, and dragged the bodyguards into the villa.

“Is it that easy to make money in Rio?” Luke sighed as he strolled down the mountain road half an hour later.

Pedro had secretly bought the bungalow next to his villa and let it become rundown, while he used its basement as his secret vault.

Inside the safe, apart from the cash that Pedro had been about to hand over to Hernan, there were also a small amount of gold and gems. The cash alone was two million dollars, and the gold and gems could be worth several million as well.

The bag from Pedro’s bedroom contained around 800,000 dollars, which was revenue from Wild Jungle that belonged to Christophe. Pedro clearly hadn’t had time to think too much when he was being threatened by Hernan.

Maybe he had other ways to fool Christophe for now before he made up the deficit later.The fact that Pedro didn’t use the gold and gems in his safe proved that he had more money.

After the interrogation, Luke learned that the man had about two million dollars in a personal bank deposit box.

Pedro really could scrape together enough money for Hernan, which was probably why Hernan let him go.

The captain of the guards clearly didn’t have much money, so Hernan took him down without hesitation.

Money was what mattered most to Hernan. But of course, all that money was in Luke’s inventory now.

He didn’t plan to touch the money that was in the private bank safe; he would leave it as a Plan B.

Sensing the items in his inventory, he couldn’t help but sigh. “It’s too small.”

Even though he had moved most of the illegal money, gold and other stuff in his inventory to some secret locations in Los Angeles before this trip, the cash that he had just obtained still took up a lot of space in his inventory.