Beauty Spreads All over the World

Looking at the criminal record that couldn't be written on the three sheets of paper above, the corner of Mick's mouth twitched suddenly.

Intentionally hurt people!

robbery!

steal!

Burglary!

Perjury!

Counterfeit money!

Selling bliss!

……

Mick saw nearly fifty different crimes on it, none of which were the same.

Almost the future father-in-law has done almost everything that is not allowed by American law.

Moreover, the most exaggerated thing is that each of the above charges is enough to keep Clayton in prison until he grows old. As a result, the data shows that each criminal of this Mr. Clayton will stay in prison for a year at most, and some It was released in less than three months.

There are even more exaggerated things. Every time this Mr. Clayton is arrested and interrogated for a crime, he will always be caught in the bed of a different woman. Among the more than [-] arrest records, there is not one time that he was not caught on the bed.

If this record is made into an autobiography, Mick believes that it will definitely detonate the entire market.

Looking down at the address on the telegram sent by Boyett before boarding the plane, it was obvious that the seventy-four-year-old Mr. Clayton had been living in an apartment on Cartel Street in Chicago.

Feeling the plane start to descend, Mick glanced at the blue sky outside the window, and then put away the messy documents on the table.

Doing the preparations before meeting my father-in-law!

hum-

At the moment when Sky-[-]'s wheels began to touch the runway, white smoke appeared instantly, and with the harsh sound of ground contact, Mick and Hill officially arrived at the boundary of Chicago!

Mick shook hands with Orolo who rushed to pick him up at the airport and asked, "There hasn't been any trouble here recently, right?"

On the way towards the vehicle, Orolo smiled and said, "Except for more programs, nothing else has changed."

When Mick heard this, he couldn't help comforting him, "I heard that Qin is planning to update the rules again recently."

After speaking, Mick laughed, and led Hill to sit on the back seat.

After getting into the car, Orolo, the co-pilot, already looked depressed.

After leaving the airport, after a while, Mick looked at the scenery outside and said, "This is not the route to the cartel block."

Orolo nodded, and said calmly: "That Mr. Clayton was brought back to the police station by Boydt half an hour ago because he was involved in a case."

"What?" Hill couldn't believe it.

Before boarding the plane, Boyte also said that his future father-in-law hadn't caused any trouble in the past few days, but in the end...

Half an hour later!

Mick once again saw Boyett with a cool face and bad eyes on the second floor of the Chicago Police Department.

It's no wonder that Boyte's eyes are so unkind. Who asked Mick to take Lindsay from Boyte's side to New York, and they still dragged three.

Simply arrogant to the extreme.

What is even more exaggerated is that when Boit went to New York on vacation last year, he just met Lindsay in a hurry, and then watched Lindsay take her team and get on the plane to Atlanta in a hurry.

Mick felt that if he changed places.

Mick will shoot to death the guy who will kidnap his daughter in the future.

Live or die. . . . .

Chapter 86: Father-in-law, suspicion ([-])

"So, what the hell is going on, Boyett!"

Mick led Hill into Boyt's office, and after Mick sat down on the sofa, he spoke out about his confusion.

For God's sake, even if his future father-in-law is a criminal addict, he won't get himself into trouble in just one to two hours.

Or murder.

Could it be that stealing can no longer satisfy the hobby of the future father-in-law?

Mick felt a slander in his heart, but looking at Hill who was sitting beside him silently and with a cold face like an ice cellar, he felt that it was better not to touch her brow at this time. At this time, Hill was like a powder keg that was expanding .

Not sure when it will explode.

Boyte, who was standing behind the desk, touched his face, threw a document on the desk to Mick, and said in a hoarse tone with his hands on his hips: "Yesterday morning, our policeman received a call to the police. The body of a young woman turned up at Wood Park Racecourse..."

Hearing this, Mick's eyelids jumped.

Boyte pointed to a photo hanging on the poster on the wall. It was a photo of a woman lying on the grass in a bowed shape. A pool of blood was under her head, which was very conspicuous!

Boyte said: "Conan Pegg, a professional chicken, has been picking up customers in a nightclub in the [-]nd block. According to our investigation and the surveillance footage that night, the last person to see her was Clayton Heath. you."

"so……"

Mick spread his hands and asked puzzledly: "You said she was a professional chicken, maybe she was killed on the way back after picking up the passengers."

There's no way, Hill sitting next to him didn't say a word, so he had to bite the bullet and play. If Mick knew that his father-in-law was so capable of causing trouble, he wouldn't bring up this topic if he was killed.

Boyte smiled, his thick skin turned into creases, and said: "The surveillance footage of the racetrack clearly captured Clayton and Conan Pegg sneaking in at [-]:[-] in the middle of the night. At the racetrack, at [-]:[-], Clayton ran out from the surveillance screen in a panic by himself..."

Well, the evidence is solid.

Mick was a little speechless. He felt that he seemed to be at odds with Chicago. Every time he came to Chicago, he always encountered strange things.

The first time I came to Chicago was when I met the Purple Man, and then was controlled by the Purple Man, Scott.

The second time was the perverted killer.

The third time, this time was even more bizarre. Originally, he planned to take back his father-in-law and give Hill a perfect wedding, but in the end, the old man was involved in the murder case.

"Crack it!"

Just when Mick was in a daze, Hill beside him had a cold look in his eyes, squeezed his right hand tightly, made a crisp sound, then stood up and said quietly to Mick, "Let's go."

"Where?"

"I'll be in New York."

Hearing these words, Mick felt that Hill had really given up on her father on purpose, but for the sake of this successful wedding, Mick felt that he could still save it.

Numerous great men have proved that a perfect wedding will greatly reduce the occurrence of quarrels after marriage.

Mick looked up at Boyd, squeezed out a smile, and said, "You said it yourself, Clayton ran out in a panic. It may be that the timing of the two of them entering was not right, and they happened to meet ..."

Speaking of this, Mick shrugged and said again: "For example, the arms deal, or the bliss deal, the result is just like the display in the surveillance, Clayton ran out, and the lady was not so lucky. "

Speaking of this completely temporary imagination, Mick's keen sixth sense suddenly felt that Hill, who had just made up his mind, seemed to soften his attitude, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

He swears that he will never come to Chicago again in the future, one time is more troublesome!

Hearing Mick's conjecture, Boyte nodded and touched his nose, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth: "What you said may have been such a conjecture, so we went to invite him an hour ago Came here to assist in the investigation, but..."

Hearing this but, Mick's heart became tense again.

If Mick hadn't been the sixth god in the universe anyway, he probably would have started calling for God or the blessing of the Virgin in his heart now.

next second.

"When we got into the apartment, Clayton was sleeping with another pro," Boyett said.

Click!

As soon as Boyett's words fell, Mick felt as if he heard a thunder from the sky, and then it bombarded himself, beating him to the core and tenderness, my God, the Holy Mother of God.

Mick looked at Hill's expression, and at the moment it completely matched the expression of that black braised egg. Mick could even feel that the temperature in the room had dropped a lot.

As in the North Pole!

Could it be that this father-in-law started to give up on himself after his mother-in-law died, or is he trying to identify who is the reincarnation of his mother-in-law through some kind of clapping movement?

Stimulated by the story of Clayton's father-in-law, Mick's state of mind fell instantly. He even felt that it was a miracle that this father-in-law could live well until now.

Seeing that Hill's attitude became more and more tough, Mick hurriedly said to Boyt: "Then you should also interrogate him, how can he justify himself, it is impossible not to say a word."

Mick now only thinks that it is best to rescue him, otherwise, he who provoked the whole incident, let alone the applause exercise, may not even be able to get into bed after returning to New York.

Under Mick's gaze, Boyte smiled again, as if he was happy to see Mick's predicament: "You really hit the mark. He has been in a coma since we brought him back."

Mick opened his mouth involuntarily: "Drunk."

Boyett nodded.

Taking a deep breath, Mick felt that this father-in-law was challenging his three views. God knows how such a father-in-law with a brilliant criminal record can cultivate a man who can serve as a leader in a world-wide security organization. Deputy Director's daughter.

Could it be luck transfer?

Or is it that his father-in-law is actually the son of luck of the previous generation, but the luck was transferred to Hill who was born because of the Five Stars, and then his mother-in-law passed away due to lack of luck?

Hard thinking once again flashed through my mind.

"...back to New York!"

Hill stood where he was, his icy voice was like ice under the Nine Netherworld.

Mick shook his head involuntarily, reached out his hand to stop Hill who was about to open the door, squeezed out a smile and said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding."

Then he said to Boyett, "Let me meet him, for the sake of that damned old man, can a murderer who has never killed anyone continue to hang out with a professional chicken after killing someone?"

Chapter 87: Son-in-law, transaction ([-])

Ten minutes later!

Under the leadership of Boyt, Mick finally saw this father-in-law with extraordinary achievements in the group's [guest room].