The dirty blue striped shirt also looks too familiar.

Livira seemed to smell the credit, and her brain spun rapidly.

She is fed up with driving every day and squatting outside to guard the life of illegal workers, and she must seize the opportunity.

When she saw the camera on the dining table next to her, she had a flash of inspiration.

Standing up, Livira walked briskly to the dining table, picked up the camera and returned to the living room, lifting the laptop on the table.

Connect the cable and plug it into your computer.

She sat cross-legged, her fingers tapping nervously against the countertop, making rhythmic sounds.

The computer was quickly turned on and the camera's memory card was quickly recognized.

She clicked on the file and quickly rummaged through it.

After a while, the finger that was turning the pulley stopped, the mouse pointer moved, and the finger tapped the left button twice.

The photo inside quickly zoomed in, and a man wearing a matching blue striped shirt appeared on the computer screen.

Livira compares the close-ups that keep appearing on the TV and confirms that it's the same dress.

Even the location of the stain on the neckline is exactly the same.

She clapped her hands excitedly, and among the few photos she had taken, she found a frontal photo to enlarge it.

It's just that when she sees people, she is a little puzzled, this doesn't look much like Mexican, she often deals with illegal workers in Mexico, and she doesn't feel like it at a glance.

She shook her head, as long as she could catch the murderer who assassinated the senator, it didn't matter what kind of person he was.

Liviera's eyes lit up with excitement, and she hurriedly took a clear frontal photo and put it in the database for comparison, and probed the other party's bottom first.

She already has a very clear goal of where to find this person.

The faces in the database are changing rapidly, comparing the similarities.

Livira looked at the photos on the screen and raised her eyebrows, whether she can be promoted or raised depends on this person.

She stood up and took off her dressing gown, revealing her sexy body.

Long legs stepped out and walked towards the bathroom.

Livira finished her shower and walked briskly over to her laptop.

There was no criminal record retrieved on it, but this is normal, maybe I haven't been caught doing anything before.

Although nothing was gained, she happily closed the computer.

I have mastered major clues, as long as I can find the murderer, this is a great credit.

Changing into her clothes, Livi pulled on her silver BMW and drove towards the park.

On the outskirts, inside a large private villa.

Goatee is holding a fine Cuban cigar and is enjoying the enchanting aroma.

The laptop in front of him rang for a call request, and he clumsily pressed the computer with his cigar to connect to the video.

Inside the computer screen, a private estate appears.

The computer over there was being held and walked forward through the pool, where a dozen girls in bikinis were playing in the water.

The goatee was oblivious to everything in front of him and smoked his cigar leisurely.

The computer screen quickly stabilized, and a chubby Mexican man with a big nose and a large black hair combed across from him appeared on the opposite side.

In the picture, five high-looking girls are clustered around him, and there is not a single strand on their bodies.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the unattainable goddess is just a plaything for the man in front of him to show his power.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Terez."

Goatee grabbed a handful of whiskers and asked with a smile on his face, "Did you see what I sent you?" ”

"Look at it now."

The Mexican man, Terez, takes off his sunglasses.

Next, the voice of the news broadcast sounded on his side, telling the story of what had just happened.

After a while, he turned off the video file that was playing:

"I thought I was sponsoring Mr. Senator's re-election, but in your video, I don't see any hope of his re-election."

The corners of the goatee's mouth turned up, and he let out a puff of smoke:

"Mr. Terez, I'm not as good as you."

"Campaign, you're not as good as me."

"That's the real campaign, and the voter mood is very high right now, and Senator McLaughlin's approval rating and exposure are rising."

"I just got back from the hospital. It was almost completely besieged. ”

"I assure you, Mr. McLaughlin will be re-elected."

"That's good." Tress took the cigar handed by the woman next to her:

"Mr. Booth, please remember your promise."

"After the deed is completed, you will find that the money I gave you before is not worth mentioning at all."

The goatee man, aka Booth, flicks off the cigar ash:

"Rest assured, Mr. Tress, I am a man of promises, and in my next term, we will definitely get that done."

"That's good."

On the other side, Tress reached out and closed the laptop, and the video connection was dropped.

Booth stood up and walked out the window to look out the large backyard.

Two or three armed guards were patrolling the perimeter of the villa, and the pool was empty, and compared to Tress, it looked like a kennel.

Now that the Senator's re-election is a foregone conclusion, Booth is full of pride and deserves better.

After thinking about it for a while, he frowned and took out his mobile phone and called:

"Did you find that person?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Do everything you can to get rid of that person and go to the street park to find the red food truck."

"Yes, sir."

Booth hung up, shook his head, and walked out of the office with a cigar.

Walking up the spiral staircase to the living room, the smell of food came from the dining room next to it, and Booth touched his stomach and walked to the side.

"I know you didn't eat lunch, and neither does Eppel, I've got some tacos for you."

It was a red-haired mature woman who spoke with a rather irritating figure.

Booth nodded to his wife, walked to the main seat and sat down, and the beautiful plate of food was brought to him.

He picked up a tacco, looked at the roast beef, onions, and cheese inside the tacos, and swallowed.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, something strange came from below.

The nimble feet were constantly provoking, trying to wake him up.

"Please, can you give me a good meal?"

Booth gestured for the food in his hand, his face helpless.

"You haven't touched me in three months." Mrs. Booth picked up a small tomato and put it in her mouth and took a bite of it, and the juice burst out.

Booth looked at his wife like this, and felt his waist twitch a little.

The outside is already too busy, so there is still the time to deal with the inside of the house.

He coughed and hurriedly said:

"It's been a busy campaign, and it'll be fine after a while, and you know what's going on, and I don't have the heart right now."

Booth took a bite of Taco and changed the subject:

"At the time of the speech, the senator was openly shot, and now people are too immoral and don't know what's going on in the world."

(End of chapter)