Wesley was captured alive by the New York Police Department!

That's why the pharmacist has to rush in in a panic to tell Firefox about it.

But......

As soon as the pharmacist pushed the door in, the moment he was about to speak, he immediately regretted it.

Greasy Shet!

I saw something special!

Spicy eyes!

Wait a minute, why can the size of a person's rest be so strong?

Wrong.

What the hell was I thinking!

In less than a second, the pharmacist's mind felt as if it had experienced a level 10 storm.

Firefox turned his head to look at the pharmacist who came in with a dull expression, and frowned.

With his hands on his hips, even if the pharmacist broke in, he did not shy away from his Booker, but nodded to the pharmacist with a smile, which was regarded as a greeting.

Do you want to avoid Maozi?

Shortcomings need to be avoided, and specialties never have to be avoided.

"Good afternoon, pharmacist."

“……”

The pharmacist came back to his senses, looked at Booker who greeted him with a smile on his face, grunted, swallowed his saliva, and then, resisting various inexplicable impulses to avoid Booker's specialty, Shanshan smiled: "That, excuse me, I'll go out first." ”

After speaking.

The pharmacist turned and ran out the door.

Why stay here if you don't leave?

Have low self esteem?

Or are you ready to disturb someone else's good deeds?

Although in the Brotherhood, the pharmacist is also a regular employee, but compared to Firefox and others, the pharmacist is still relatively young, and at the same time, he is also the weakest one.

"That's right!"

The pharmacist, who was afraid of delaying the good things, thought about why he came at the moment of going out, and said without looking back at the moment he went out and closed the door: "Wesley was arrested by the New York Police Department, and Sloan let us go." ”

The words fell, and with a bang, the door was shut, and then, with the sound of footsteps getting farther and farther away, the pharmacist also flew away from this place.

Wesley caught?

Booker, who kept his hands on his hips in the room, raised his eyebrows when he heard the news, and then, he put the news behind him, and looked at the fire fox who also received the news with a smile, and sent out an invitation: "Together?" ”

Firefox and Booker are different, after recovering their tastes, they frowned, glanced at Booker's strengths, and then turned around and left the room without looking back.

Soon.

Firefox also left the room.

Seeing this, Booker shrugged his shoulders and flipped the switch of the spy glasses on the bridge of his nose as he walked towards the bathroom.

"George, George!"

“……”

On the way back to the New York Police Department, George, who was driving the car, heard Booker's remote connection and hurriedly said, "Damn, where have you been, people?" ”

Booker was slightly stunned: "Uh, I'm undercover, remember?" ”

George shouldn't be fifty years old this year, so he has amnesia so soon?

Booker suddenly felt a little regretful.

"I just connected to you, why didn't you respond?"

"Oh, I'm sleeping."

“……”

George's eyebrows beat badly: "Sleep? ”

Booker turned on the shower and said, "Yes, I drank a big bottle of whisky with sleeping pills, and if I didn't sleep for a while, I always felt disrespectful to sleeping pills." ”

"Wait!"

George, who had just almost burst out because he heard Booker sleeping, heard this, and his angry expression was replaced by a concerned expression, and he frowned: "Did something happen?" ”

Booker smiled, said a little thing, and asked, "You got Wesley?" ”

“…… Right. ”

George listened to Booker's relaxed tone, although he wanted to ask what happened, but seeing that Booker showed no signs of continuing, he could only hold back the concern in his heart and move the topic to business: "I haven't asked you yet, what happened, didn't you say that there would be a killer to rescue Wesley?" ”

"There was a little accident."

"What?"

"I just got my hands on the organization's books and roster."

"What!"

“……”

George, who heard this, braked suddenly, and almost didn't throw out Beckett who was sitting in the co-pilot: "Roster, are you sure?" ”

Booker turned off the shower, grabbed a bath towel, and wiped his hair: "yes, what's wrong." ”

George's eyebrows twitched a few times: "So, we can close the net?" ”

I've got the Killer Organization's books and rosters.

This is equivalent to an undercover game, and it is like completing the final goal, and you can end the game early.

But......

Booker walked out of the bathroom, shook his head, and said, "No." ”

"What?"

"It's not time yet."

“……”

Booker tossed the towel aside and changed into the clothes he had just dropped on the bed, explaining to George, "It's not the time yet, we don't have evidence of their crimes, you told me." ”

Books and rosters, it's the same thing.

And the evidence of the crime, that's another matter.

At most, the account books can only show that they are engaged in criminal activities, which does not prove anything, take the account books, go to the court, hire a better lawyer, and they can get away with the crime casually.

The most important point.

Booker didn't plan to go to court, he was still counting on this copy to brush up on a rich magic cap, although Booker felt that he couldn't use magic for the time being, but it was always better to take precautions than to cramm.

In case you change to a mage in the future, at least you can guarantee that the change is the pinnacle!

So......

After Booker got dressed, he said to the impatient George opposite: "Detective Stacy, be patient, don't be in a hurry, we have to pay attention to evidence when handling the case, hang up, wait for my news." ”

After saying that, Booker directly ended the call.

The other end of the phone.

Beckett, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the end of the call, with an inexplicable look on his face, and asked about the conversation.

George came back to his senses, looked at Beckett, and recounted the conversation Booker had just made with him.

Next second!

Beckett's expression became almost identical to George's.

Eccentric!

Problematic!

Half ringing.

Beckett looked at George, who restarted the car and went on the road, and said in a somewhat strange tone: "Is Booker the kind of person who pursues procedural justice?" ”

George laughed three times, and then, decisively, shook his head: "No." ”

If Booker were the kind of person who is procedurally just, he wouldn't have knocked him out when he was in port.

What happened that day in the harbor, after Booker knocked him unconscious, George didn't say, but his heart was very clear.

Beckett also smiled, nodded, and then said with some confusion: "So, what is Booker going to play?" ”

George shook his head speechlessly, was silent for a while, and said, "I don't know, but, I suddenly have a bad premonition!" ”

Very strong kind!

……