My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 322 followed
"That's right, the fucking world."

A sweet-looking girl in a floral dress came from the side.

Her long blond hair cascading down, the girl kissed Booth on the cheek and walked to a nearby chair and sat down.

"I should take you to the dentist and give you a good mouthwash."

Booth glanced at her dissatisfied, but his eyes were full of doting: "Apple, why did you just get up, eat something quickly."

"Please, Daddy."

Epple took the plate and said indifferently: "Someone shot a senator in public, it's not what a fucking world is."

"It's really fucked."

Mrs. Booth retracted her foot in dissatisfaction, and looked at him resentfully.

He didn't dare to talk, he stood up and took a tortilla, and noticed that there was no underwear under April's clothes, Booth reached out and nodded:

"Even if you are at home, you have to pay attention."

April pushed back her long blond hair, puffed out her chest indifferently, and picked up a cigarette:
"Please, don't be so old-fashioned."

"Do you know how popular my homepage is, my fans like to see me like this, and I like to let them see me like this."

Booth froze: "Homepage, what homepage?"

April lit a cigarette and rolled his eyes: "You don't have to worry about it, I will take this as my career in the future."

April's mother kicked her lightly.

Booth shrugged: "It's a good thing you've found your goal. Eat less flour in the future, that stuff is not good for your health."

"Let's smoke the leaves, don't you young people like that thing the most?"

"Okay, stop talking."

April interrupted him dissatisfiedly, and also started to eat breakfast.

A blue Mustang car came to the park in the middle of the street. After two laps, it stopped slowly in front of several people. The man driving the car had a bad expression on his face.

The others took a few steps back, and the man in the black-rimmed glasses stayed put.

The man driving the Mustang was wearing a black leather jacket and was Booth's subordinate. He glanced at the black-rimmed glasses:
"Where's the food truck here?"

A smile immediately appeared on his fleshy face with black-rimmed glasses. He spoke Spanish quickly while raising his arms, showing a very powerful look.

After watching him perform for a while, the man in leather clothes said impatiently:
"please speak English."

"No problem at all."

Looking at the Colt M1911 with the silencer on, the black-framed glasses quickly raised his hands: "I haven't seen her today, she should be resting."

"she?"

The man in leather raised his eyelids: "Listen to you, you must know where she lives, you should know her, right?"

"do not know."

The black-framed glasses shook his head quickly, and the flesh on his face flicked.

The man in the leather jacket moved his muzzle and pointed at his crotch:

"Do you know me?"

"know!!!"

The black-rimmed glasses nodded violently, and sweat protruded from his forehead.

Under the threat of gunpoint, he had no choice but to obediently get in the car. In the back row of the Mustang, sat a man in a denim jacket with a submachine gun in his hand.

Looking at the gun in front of him, his face was stiff, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get in the car.

Satisfied, the man in leather combed his parted hair with a comb, and drove forward.

Behind him, there is also a black car following.

This scene did not escape the eyes of the other workers on the scene. They glanced at each other, and some smart people felt that something was wrong and got up and left one after another.

A few minutes later, another silver BMW drove up.

Rivera opened the door, and the red fast food truck that was usually parked here was gone.

Not only that, but there are also a lot fewer workers waiting here.

Faced with this situation, Rivera was even more convinced that she had found her target.

These bastards must be hiding after just doing something like that.

She turned around and got into the car, turned the steering wheel and drove out of the city. She had been monitoring Letty for a while, and knew her residence very well.

The food trucks run away, and the house can't get away.

In the cabin, after Letty left, Ethan turned on the TV.

I tuned to the local news channel, and it was indeed full of news about the assassination of the senator.

And Senator McLaughlin's campaign sites, slogans, and slogans were also played on TV time and time again.

Ethan shook his head, hoping that Letty could find clues about the goatee as soon as possible.

I am not an ordinary illegal worker. That Mare Fake found the wrong person this time, and he must be made to pay the price.

Inside the TV, the camera turned and a familiar figure appeared.

Goatee, big back.

Although it passed by in a flash, it was caught by Ethan, and that bastard was actually there at the time.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and approached the TV.

He picked up the remote control, switched the channel, and the previous scene was played repeatedly on the TV. This time, the appearance of the goatee was clearly photographed by him with his mobile phone.

Ethan returned to the sofa, took a look, and was sure it was the goatee, and quickly sent the photos to Jaber and Letty respectively.

Do both and see if you can find the person's identity.

Less than a minute later, the phone rang, and after pressing to answer, Jia Bo's voice also rang:
"Ethan, I found out who that person is."

Ethan was shocked: "I know your technique is powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. You found the clue in just a few tens of seconds?"

Jiabo on the other end of the phone smiled helplessly. He bit his cigarette and flipped through the webpage:

"It has nothing to do with technology at all."

"The person in the photo you sent can be found by just searching."

"His name is Michael Booth, and he's a campaign aide to Senator John McLaughlin."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan is confused, his head is a little knotted:
"Are you serious?"

"very serious."

Jaber took a sip of the beer next to him, and clicked on another link: "And I know what it is."

"You said."

Ethan squeezed the phone tightly, and he also guessed a bit.

Jaber licked his lips and said with a smile:

"Approval rate, everything is for re-election as a senator. For that seat, it is not a loss to get shot in the leg."

"Fake."

Ethan cursed secretly, he was being taken advantage of this time.

I also understood why the man in the leather jacket would shoot before himself.

For such an important matter, of course, it is only reassuring to have your own people do it.

That's their boss, it's impossible for someone who doesn't know where to shoot, what if the shot misses.

Ethan looked at the TV, no wonder the media's camera locked his position so quickly.

All of this is arranged.

Jia Bo's voice continued to ring through the phone: "Now, do you understand your situation?"

"of course."

Ethan grinned and said, "That senator and I can only live as one."

(End of this chapter)