"That's right, fucking world."

A sweet-looking girl wearing a floral dress walked by.

Her long blond hair hung down like a waterfall, and the girl kissed Booth on the cheek and walked to the chair next to her and sat down.

"I should take you to the dentist and give you a good wash of your mouth."

Booth glanced at her dissatisfied, but his eyes were full of pampering: "Epple, why did you get up and eat something quickly." ”

"Please, Daddy."

Edge took the plate and said nonchalantly, "Someone shot a senator in public, it's not what a fucking world is." ”

"Fuck it out."

Mrs. Booth withdrew her foot in displeasure and looked at him with a wry look.

He didn't dare to say anything, he stood up and took a tortilla, and noticed that there was no underwear under Epple's clothes, and Booth reached out and clicked:

"Even if you're at home, pay attention."

Ipper pulled back her long blonde hair, straightened her chest without paying attention, and picked up a cigarette:

"Please, don't be so old-fashioned."

"Do you know how popular my homepage is, my fans like to see me like this, and I like to let them see me like this."

Booth was stunned: "Homepage, what homepage?" ”

Epper lit a cigarette and rolled his eyes: "You don't have to worry about it, I will make this my own business in the future." ”

Epple's mother kicked her gently.

Booth shrugged: "It's a good thing that you find the goal, eat less flour in the future, that thing is not good for the body." ”

"Let's smoke the leaves, don't you young people like that thing the most?"

"Alright, don't be verbose."

Epper interrupted him resentfully, and began to eat breakfast.

A blue Mustang car came to the street park, and after two turns, it slowly stopped in front of several people, and the man driving the car had a bad face.

The others took a few steps back, and the man with black-rimmed glasses stood still.

The man in the Mustang car, dressed in black leather and none other than Booth's men, glanced at his black-rimmed glasses:

"Where's the food truck here?"

A smile immediately appeared on his black-rimmed glasses, and he spoke Spanish quickly as he raised his arms in a look of strength.

After watching him perform for a while, the man in leather said impatiently:

"Please speak English."

"Of course, no problem."

The black-rimmed glasses looked at the Colt M1911 who pointed at him with a silencer, and hurriedly raised his hands: "I haven't seen her today, she should be resting." ”

"She?"

The leather-clad man raised his eyelids: "Hearing you say this, you must know where she lives, you should know her, right?" ”

"I don't know."

The black-rimmed glasses quickly shook his head, and the flesh on his face shook up.

The leather-clad man moves the muzzle of his gun and points it at the crotch of his pants:

"Do you recognize?"

"Meet !!"

The black-rimmed glasses nodded violently, sweat sticking out of his forehead.

Under the threat of gunpoint, he had to obediently get into the car, and in the back seat of the mustang, a man in a denim jacket sat with a submachine gun in his hand.

Looking at the gun in front of him, his face stiffened, but he had no choice but to get into the car.

The leather-clad man satisfactorily brushed his parted hair with a comb and drove forward.

Behind him, a black car followed, too.

This scene did not escape the eyes of the other laborers at the scene, they looked at each other, and some smart people sensed that something was wrong and got up to leave.

A few minutes later, another silver BMW arrived.

Liviera pushed the door open, and the red food truck that was usually parked here was gone.

Not only that, but there are also a lot fewer laborers who usually wait here to work.

Faced with this situation, Liviera is even more convinced that she has found her purpose.

Just did that kind of thing, these bastards must be hiding.

She turned to get into the car, turned the wheel and drove out of town, having been watching Letty herself for some time and was very aware of her residence.

The food truck ran away, and the house couldn't run away.

Inside the cabin, after Letty leaves, Ethan turns on the TV.

I tuned into the local news channel, and sure enough, it was all about the senator's assassination.

And Senator McLaughlin's campaign scene, slogans, and slogans were broadcast on TV again and again.

Ethan shook his head, hoping that Letty would find the clue to the goatee soon.

He is not an ordinary illegal worker, that mother provoked Farke to find the wrong person this time, and he must be made to pay the price.

Inside the TV, the camera turned, and a familiar figure appeared.

Goatee, big back.

Although it was a flash, it was captured by Ethan, and the bastard was actually at the scene at the time.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and approached the TV.

Picking up the remote control, switching channels, the TV repeated the picture just now, and this time, the goatee's appearance was clearly captured by him with his mobile phone.

Ethan returned to the couch, took a look, made sure it was a goatee, and hurriedly sent the photos to Jarber and Letty, respectively.

Take a two-pronged approach to see if you can find the person's identity.

In less than a minute, the phone rang, and when he pressed answer, Jab's voice rang immediately:

"Ethan, I've found out who that person is."

Ethan was shocked: "I knew your skills were amazing, I didn't expect it to be so powerful, and it only took dozens of seconds to find the clue?" ”

Jia Bo on the other end of the phone smiled helplessly, he bit his cigarette and looked at the webpage:

"It's not about technology at all."

"The person on the photo you sent can be seen by just searching for it."

"His name is Michael Booth, and he is a campaign aide to Senator John McLaughlin."

"Waterfa?"

Ethan was confused, and his head was a little knotted:

"Are you serious?"

"Very seriously."

Jaber took a sip of the beer next to him and clicked on another link: "And I know what it's all about." ”

"You say."

Ethan clenched the phone, and he guessed a few points.

Jaber licked his lips and said with a smile:

"The approval rating, everything is for the sake of being re-elected as a senator, for that position, to take a shot in the leg, it is not a loss."

"Fake."

Ethan secretly scolded that he was wronged this time.

I also understood why the man in leather would shoot before he did.

Such an important thing, of course, is relieved by one's own people.

That's their boss, and it's impossible to really let someone who doesn't know where they come from take a shot, what if they miss.

Ethan looked at the TV, no wonder the media outlet's camera locked on to his position so quickly.

All of this is arranged.

Jabber's voice continued to ring on the phone: "Now, do you understand your situation? ”

"Of course."

Ethan grinned, "Me and that senator, two can only live one." ”

(End of chapter)