There is a probationary period for any job.

Killer......

This industry is no exception, however, unlike other professions where the probationary period lasts for up to three months, the probationary period in the killer industry can be described as simple and crude.

One task, one name.

Done, it will be automatically turned into a regular.

Can't do it?

I'm sorry, but the unlucky guy who committed suicide by Booker not long ago is the best proof of this.

And the old Hesloan left temporarily, and in the envelope handed to Booker, Booker's probationary mission this time was recorded.

Merely......

The photo brought up from the envelope, the person in the photo, is a man, if there is anything particularly obvious, it is the most obvious is handsome.

The man in the photo, except for a handsome word that can be described, there is no way to describe any other adjective, because it will be an insult to this man.

But......

There's a small problem!

"Booker Underwood!"

Booker looked at a note with his name written on it that came out with the photo, and couldn't help but flicker for two or three seconds, and then couldn't help laughing: "Hehe." ”

Catherine Vivien, who was next to her, leaned over and couldn't help but be stunned in place.

The next second.

Catherine Vivien frowned, "Sloan already knows your identity?" ”

Booker turned his head to look at Vivien, who seemed to be thinking about him.

"Impossible."

"So sure?"

Booker shook his head and said: "Eddie Tyrone's identity is chosen by me, and there are no more than five people who know about this operation, except for you, I will believe in a few other people." ”

Vivien listened to Booker's words and frowned, "Are you doubting me?" ”

Booker looked at Vivien and didn't speak.

Half ringing.

The corners of Booker's mouth rose slightly, and he shook his head: "No, you are even more impossible." ”

"Why?"

"I'll kill!"

“……”

Old Hesloan may not know Booker, but Vivien must know him well.

Booker dares to kill.

And......

Shooting, even more without psychological pressure, when at the port dock of Manhattan, Booker, has proved this with practical actions, if Vivian leaked his identity to the old Hesloan, the old Hesloan is not sure if he will die, but obviously, Vivian will definitely die.

Now?

Booker looked at the note and photo with his name written on it, thought about it, and shook his head: "Forget it, whether it's or not, I'm going to finish talking first." ”

This is the task of turning a regular job.

If it can't be completed, then there is no way to go undercover to the textile factory, if you can't enter the textile factory, then there is no way to collect the evil evidence of the textile factory, and if you can't collect evidence, the case will not be solved.

The most important point.

He won't be able to complete the quest, and he won't be able to get the reward or something.

Isn't it just killing?

What's so hard about that?

At most, the target was a bit unexpected this time.

Booker chuckled and slipped the photo and the note with his name in his pocket, looking very relaxed.

Catherine Vivian was not relaxed, but looked at Booker's appearance and frowned: "If you want to act in a play, then you should know that when the time comes, there will be other people who are observing you, and acting can't fool them." ”

Booker looked at Vivien with a smile on his face: "Honey, are you caring about me?" ”

Vivien also looked at Booker with a smile on her face: "Honey, I'm just worried about my reputation, for a broker, nothing is more important than her reputation." ”

A broker in the dark world, once exposed, if he chooses to cooperate with the police undercover, it will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to her career.

Booker smiled, put his pockets in his pockets, turned around, and walked towards the door, waving his hand without looking back: "Our deal is done, Ms. Vivian, you don't need to worry about the rest." ”

After speaking.

Booker directly pushed open the door that was so well soundproofed, and with his hand, he inserted a scout guard next to it that no one else could see, and then, without looking back, walked in the direction he came.

The deal they were making with Catherine Vivien at the time was just that Katherine Vivien recommended him to Old Hethlon.

That's all.

Now that the deal has been completed, why stay if you don't leave?

Booker is also quite principled about deals, just like he promised a few scum in Hell's Kitchen that he would give money to eliminate disasters, and Booker did what he said.

Not to mention......

Booker hadn't forgotten who Catherine Vivien was.

[Affiliation: "CIA!"] ”】

Catherine Vivian's real profession is the CIA, although, I have to say, in several friendly matches, Booker feels that he still likes to work with Catherine Vivian tacitly and passionately.

Can......

Like and love are two different concepts.

Booker is very fond of Katherine Vivian, who is blonde and has a unique temperament, and enjoys being with her.

But......

Like is not love!

So, Booker pulled out and didn't remember it.

But......

Ten seconds later.

Booker returned to the room, looked at Catherine Vivian, who seemed to be still in place, and coughed: "Well, please send me out, thank you!" ”

Catherine Vivien turned her head to see Booker standing in the doorway, and that, not far away, crossed in front of her, staring at the big man in black with a wary expression.

The next second.

Catherine Vivien looked at Booker and smiled.

Booker, on the other hand, twitched the corners of his mouth.

Damn it.

Wait for Lao Tzu to complete the quest this time, the Continental Hotel, Lao Tzu's next goal of promotion and salary increase is locked on you, non-members can't leave on their own, Lao Tzu wants to see, when the time comes, you must be kneeling, or lying down begging me to leave.

Ten minutes later.

Catherine Vivien was almost clinging to Booker's body, and then, taking off Booker's blindfold.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Catherine Vivien took back her rose eye patch and looked at Booker sitting next to her with a smile: "Honey, I thought it was ......"

The words have not fallen!

The speed of the black van came to a slow stop.

Booker raised an eyebrow.

Catherine Vivien frowned and asked the driver driving in front of her, "What's wrong?" ”

The driver hurriedly replied: "Police." ”

The next second.

A uniformed police officer walked up to the driver's window.

The driver hurriedly said: "Officer ......"

The uniformed policeman directly interrupted the driver's speech, looked at Booker who was sitting in the back seat, and at the same time couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, he said in an indifferent tone: "Turn off the fire, documents!" ”

Booker laughed!

……