My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 321
That dirty blue striped shirt also looked too familiar.

Rivera seemed to smell the credit, and her brain turned quickly.

She is fed up with driving every day and living as an illegal worker outside, and she must seize the opportunity.

Seeing the camera on the dining table next to her, an idea flashed in her mind.

Standing up, Rivera walked quickly to the dining table, took the camera back to the living room, and opened the laptop on the table.

Connect the data cable and plug it into the computer.

She sat cross-legged and tapped her fingers nervously on the countertop, making rhythmic noises.

The computer was quickly turned on successfully, and the memory card of the camera was also quickly recognized.

She clicked on the file and quickly rummaged through it.

After a while, the finger turning the pulley stopped, the mouse pointer moved, and the finger tapped the left button twice.

The photo inside was quickly enlarged, and a man wearing the same blue striped shirt appeared on the computer screen.

Rivera compared the close-up shots that kept appearing on the TV, and confirmed that it was the same dress.

Even the position of the stain on the neckline is exactly the same.

She clapped her hands excitedly, and among the few photos she took, she found a frontal photo and enlarged it.

It's just that when she saw people, she was a little puzzled. They didn't look like Mexicans. She often dealt with illegal Mexican workers, so she didn't think so at first glance.

She shook her head, as long as she could catch the senator's assassin, no matter where he was.

Rivera's excited eyes lit up, and she quickly took a clear frontal photo and put it in the database for comparison.

She already had a very clear goal of where to find this person.

The faces in the database are changing rapidly, comparing the same points.

Rivera looked at the photos on the screen and raised her eyebrows. Whether she can get a promotion or a raise depends entirely on this person.

She stood up and took off her nightgown, revealing her sexy body.

With long legs, he walked towards the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Rivera walked quickly to the laptop.

No criminal records were found on the above, but this is normal, maybe they have not been caught for anything they did before.

Although there was no gain, she happily closed the computer.

I have already grasped important clues, as long as I can follow the clues to find the murderer, it will be a great achievement.

After changing her clothes, Li Wei pulled up the silver BMW and drove towards the park in the middle of the street.

On the outskirts, in a large private villa.

The goatee is holding a good Cuban cigar, enjoying the fascinating aroma.

The laptop in front of him beeped a call request, he bit his cigar and clumsily pressed the computer to connect to the video.

On the computer screen, a private estate appeared.

The computer over there is being held by someone, walking forward through the swimming pool, in the swimming pool, a dozen girls in bikinis are playing in the water.

Goatee turned a blind eye to everything in front of him, smoking a cigar leisurely.

The computer screen stabilized quickly, and a fat Mexican man with a big nose and black hair combed back appeared on the opposite side.

In the picture, five good-looking girls are surrounded by him, with no hair on their bodies.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the goddess who is longing for but not available is just a plaything for the man in front of him to show his power.

"Mr. Trez, good afternoon."

The goatee grabbed a handful of his beard and asked with a smile on his face, "Did you see what I sent you?"

"Watch now."

This Mexican man named Trez took off his sunglasses.

Next, the voice of the news broadcast sounded from his side, telling what happened just now.

After a while, he turned off the playing video file:
"I thought I was sponsoring Mr. Senator's re-election. In your video, I can't see his re-election hope."

The corners of the goatee man's mouth turned up, and he exhaled a puff of smoke:
"Mr. Trez, I'm not as good as you."

"Campaign, you are not as good as me."

"This is the real magic weapon of the campaign. Now the sentiment of voters is very high, and Senator McLaughlin's approval rate and exposure rate are also rising."

"I've just come back from the hospital. It's pretty much besieged."

"I assure you, Mr. McLaughlin will have no problem being re-elected."

"That's good." Tres took the cigar from the woman next to him:
"Mr. Booth, please keep your promise."

"After the matter is done, you will find that the money I gave you before is not worth mentioning at all."

The man with the goatee, aka Booth, flicks off the ashes of his cigar:
"Mr. Tres, please rest assured that I am a person who keeps my promise. In the next term, we will definitely get that done."

"That's good."

On the opposite side, Tres reached out to close the laptop, and the video connection was dropped immediately.

Booth stood up and walked out the window to look at the large backyard.

Two or three guards with guns were patrolling around the villa. There was nothing in the swimming pool. Compared with Tres, his place was like a doghouse.

Now that the senator's re-election is a foregone conclusion, Booth is full of pride, and he deserves better.

After thinking for a while, he frowned and took out his mobile phone to make a call:

"Did you find that person?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Do everything possible to kill that person and go to the park in the middle of the street to find the red fast food truck."

"Okay, sir."

Booth hung up, shook his head, and walked out of the office biting a cigar.

Walking along the spiral staircase to the living room, the smell of food came from the dining room on the side. Booth rubbed his stomach and walked to the side.

"I know you didn't have lunch, and neither did April, I got some tacos for you."

The one who spoke was a red-haired mature woman with a rather hot figure.

Booth didn't answer, nodded to his wife, went to sit down in front of the main seat, and immediately brought the exquisite dinner plate with food in front of him.

He picks up a taco and swallows as he looks at the grilled beef, onion, and cheese inside the enchilada.

Just about to open his mouth, something strange came from below.

The flexible feet are constantly provoking, trying to wake him up.

"Please, can I have a good meal?"

Booth gestured to the food in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face.

"You haven't touched me for three months." Mrs. Booth picked up a small tomato and bit it in her mouth, the juice burst out.

Seeing his wife like this, Booth felt a little twitching in his waist.

I'm too busy outside, so I still have time to deal with the inside.

He coughed and said hastily:

"The campaign is busy during this time, and it will be fine after a while. You also know what happened. I'm not in the mood now."

Booth took a bite of the taco and changed the subject:

"During the speech, the senator was openly shot. People nowadays have no moral bottom line, and they don't know what's going on in this world."

(End of this chapter)