The picture must be beautiful.

Booker thought so, and then, it seems, he has seen the beautiful picture of himself opening the plateau bloodline under the adrenaline explosion, and he is twenty knives in one second.

That's when it happened.

Honk!

Honk!

Honk!

Booker came back to his senses, felt the subtle vibration of the spy glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stroked the temples.

Honk!

The communication connection is successful.

"Hey, Booker?"

"Hello!"

Booker chuckled, turned off the shower, put a bath towel on himself, and as he walked out of the bathroom, he teased George on the other end of the communication, "Are you working overtime again?" ”

George on the other end took a slight breath, and then, "I suddenly regretted letting you go undercover." ”

Booker blinked.

"What?"

"I regret it."

“……”

George, who was sitting in his office, covered his forehead, shook his head and said: "There has never been an undercover agent who can turn Highway 678 into a city occupation in the operation, and, really, fake, five federal agents ......"

Booker interrupted directly: "I didn't kill people. ”

This pot must not be carried back.

He is an undercover agent, not a black cauldron, Booker said that he refuses to accept any form of black cauldron, let alone the death of five federal agents, although it is said that since the death of Hoover, the FBI has no king, but, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, if this black cauldron is buckled, in case the FBI knows about that day, then the fun will be great.

Just as the New York Police Department will not sit idly by and watch any suspect who kills a police officer continue to live, the FBI will not sit idly by and watch anyone who dares to kill them continue to be alive.

"Who's that?"

"I've given you the murderer."

“…… Carlos Cross, you say? ”

"That's amazing."

Booker looked at the time on his watch, and it took him about two hours to find out the information on the cross, and he smiled: "The FBI found it over there, so they don't have to thank me, this is what I should do." ”

"Okay, I'll ask them to send a few bouquets of flowers at your funeral."

George smiled and showed that Booker was still a 'dead man' now, and then said with a smile: "Or, you end the undercover state early." ”

"No, wait."

"You've got the roster, and the case on Highway 678 alone is enough to arrest people."

"Not yet."

“……”

Booker raised his head, narrowed his eyes, felt the warning from the reconnaissance guards in the corridor outside, frowned slightly, and said to George, "Wesley is not dead?" ”

George on the other end was stunned: "Yes, I was just about to tell you, how did you know?" ”

Booker rolled his eyes.

Good guys, such an important piece of information, after talking for so long, don't you say it?

As for how do you know?

I saw it.

Booker narrowed his eyes, and in an instant, he substituted his gaze into the scout guard he had planted in an apartment building in Brooklyn, and immediately felt the warning from this scout guard.

Under normal circumstances, Booker's scout guards planted throughout New York City will not suddenly warn, but if someone who is hostile to Booker or is in an opposing lineup with Booker appears in the range of the scout guard, the scout guard will immediately warn.

And this time, it was a warning of hostility.

Did I provoke you?

It's the Firefox who wants to kill you, and I don't plan to kill you.

And also......

Aren't they all dead?

Booker was a little speechless in his heart, at that time, he watched the Firefox shoot, and when the Chevrolet carrying Wesley fell, it was not that he did not think that Wesley might not die.

But......

Booker also felt that in that situation, Wesley, who was knocked unconscious and had his hands handcuffed, had a pitiful chance of surviving, and even Ning was outrageous, never thinking that Wesley would be able to survive.

But the truth gave a slap in the face!

Boy.

Is it really the law of the protagonist?

Booker was a little speechless in his heart and shook his head: "Brooke ......"

As soon as the words came out, they came to an abrupt end!

Just as Booker opened his mouth directly, intending to tell George where Wesley was born, suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he immediately held back his words.

Wait a minute!

Booker raised his eyebrows, walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked at the trainee killers who came out of the castle in twos and threes at this moment, his eyes flickering slightly.

Thinking out of mind.

George on the other end suddenly heard Booker's sudden arrival, and when he was about to call Booker, he was afraid that something would happen to Booker, so he resisted the impulse, held his breath, and waited quietly, for fear that Booker would be exposed because of his shouting.

The reason why the mortality rate of undercover agents is high is only a small part of the reason for the undercover itself, and more because of the exposure of pig teammates that affect the undercover itself.

It's clear that George wasn't a pig teammate.

After a while.

Booker faintly withdrew his gaze from the trainee killer who had left in twos and threes, and then, looking at the firefox who was walking towards his room not far away, raised his eyebrows, and then whispered to George in the communication: "Wait for the news of my closing the net." ”

George on the other end didn't continue to ask, and replied in a deep voice: "Be careful." ”

"I will."

Booker's lips moved slightly, and after George on the other end of the communication hung up the communication, he looked at the firefox that was getting closer and closer, and a bright smile appeared on his face: "Has the factory started to have a holiday?" ”

said.

Booker pointed downstairs, the upper limit of the magic of walking away from the textile mill together!

Wesley didn't die, which was bad news for the mill.

But......

That's good news for me.

Booker's mind was racing, and just as he was about to tell George Wesley where he was hiding, suddenly an extremely bold idea came to his heart.

Borrowing a knife to kill?

Hiding from the world?

Around the thirty-six strategies that Wesley could generate, one after another appeared in Booker's mind, and then, several strategies that could be combined with the current situation were accurately extracted.

Wesley is dead, here, no matter how to delay, in the end, it is still difficult to escape the plan to close the net with George.

But now Wesley isn't dead.

That......

It's a delicate situation.

That's a lot of magic caps.

Although during this time, the cross was about to wipe out the textile factory, but with Sloan's approach of closing the door, there were still more than 100 trainee killers left in the textile factory, plus Firefox and other official killers.

To be precise, counting Firefox and the textile factory, there are a total of one hundred and nine people.

Belch......

One hundred and nine mana cap!

……