"Waste."

Booth scolded mercilessly, and walked outside the hospital with a cold face: "Then what did you do just now?" ”

The leather-clad man hurriedly followed his pace and reported in a low voice.

When he saw Ethan being picked up, he drove to catch up.

But to no avail, he gathered his men and continued the city-wide search, mainly in places frequented by Mexican laborers.

Underground casinos, small bars, branch houses, and motels have all been turned upside down.

After this kind of search, nothing was found.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take the risk of incompetence and come back hard, wanting to borrow the power of Booth's official face.

When he came to the parking lot, Booth stopped:

"You mean, you've seen the license plate number of that car?"

"That's right." The man in leather pulled the car door for him.

"You should have informed me sooner."

Booth shook his head helplessly: "We have been friends for many years, how can we blame you." ”

"With the license plate number, maybe you can find the person's whereabouts by now."

"I'm sorry, boss."

Hearing Booth's words, the leather-clad man looked ashamed for a while, and carefully closed the car door for him.

"Boss, is it still the same place?"

The man in leather walked briskly to the driver's seat and started the car.

Thinking of his wife, Booth sighed silently in his heart, after a long time, he still had to satisfy her:

"Go home."

"Okay."

The leather-clad man started the car and told Booth the license plate number he saw.

Booth waved his hand and closed his eyes.

It's been a busy day, and it's not too late to get home and deal with it, and in this state, no one can escape from the palm of his hand.

Back at home, Booth was stunned for a moment as he walked into the house from the garage.

The house was silent, and even the kitchen was empty.

Could it be that Epple went out to fool around again, and where is his wife?

"Joan, Epple."

He tugged at his collar in annoyance, ignoring the leather-clad man behind him, and shouted loudly.

"Boss, maybe in the backyard."

The leather-clad man remembered something and reminded carefully.

Booth glanced back at him, pushed open the massive floor-to-ceiling glass door and walked back.

Walking down the cobblestone path without hearing any sound, Booth panicked and was relieved to see the two men lying together on a beach chair.

How did these two mothers and daughters squeeze together to sleep.

Booth strode forward, trying to wake them up.

When he got closer, his face froze and he felt a thirst in his throat, and Joan and April hugged each other naked, their faces full of satisfaction.

The scene in front of him made Booth's heart beat faster.

Returning to his long-lost youth also quickly returned to himself, and he had not experienced such an exciting feeling for a long time.

"Huh."

Booth turned his head viciously, his eyes filled with bloodlust.

The leather-clad man was standing behind a banana tree, carefully studying the lines of the banana leaves, which seemed to contain some heavenly secrets, and his gaze was deeply immersed in it.

Feeling the sight that fell on him, the man in leather coughed:

"Boss, I'll go back to the house and go to the bathroom."

"Hmph."

Booth watched the leather-clad man leave, then walked over briskly and picked up a wide bath towel.

He looked at it carefully, and reluctantly covered the towel.

"Wake up."

After a few pats from him, the two mothers and daughters finally woke up.

"Hey, Daddy."

Eppel noticed that Booth was standing in front of him with an unkind face, and she hurriedly said hello, showed a sweet smile, and hugged him:

"When did you come back, Mommy and I were sunbathing and accidentally fell asleep."

Feeling the softness of his body through a layer of towels, Booth quickly turned sideways and wrapped her tightly with a towel: "Go back to the house and rest." ”

"Oh."

April stuck out his tongue at his mother and walked into the house with a light step.

Mrs. Booth's expression was a little nervous, and she was about to say something, but she noticed that Booth's eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire.

"Ahh

She let out a soft snort, but before she could react, Booth pounced.

Five minutes later, Booth walked contentedly on the cobblestones towards the house, not knowing what was going on today, and the trail was extra slippery.

Her wife looked at Booth's departing figure with resentment, and couldn't help but think of the man in the afternoon.

The strong waist and abdomen are like a pile driver.

Mrs. Booth did not know when the man had left, and suddenly fell asleep herself.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip and stretched her palm down.

On the other side, Booth hooked his fingers on his coat and walked into the house comfortably.

The man in leather was reading the newspaper on the sofa, still looking like he hadn't seen anything.

Booth coughed, dropped his coat, and walked down the stairs toward the office.

The man in leather hurriedly put down the newspaper and followed his movements.

It could be seen that Booth was in a very good mood now, and he whistled to open the office door, only to stop the next moment.

In the office, it's like a hurricane.

The sofa was overturned, and the filing cabinets in the back were all opened, scattering documents like snowflakes.

The oil painting on the wall falls to the ground, and the safe door opens.

Booth's face changed dramatically, and he ran over as fast as he could.

Inside the safe, it was cleaner than the plate licked by a dog, and everything was gone.

His eyes darkened for a while, and his face was numb.

The man in leather saw his boss's body shaking, and he was about to fall to the ground, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support him and put him on the office chair and sat down.

A cold sweat broke out on Booth's forehead, and the contents of the safe were fatal.

If it leaks out, it is not enough to die many times.

"I'm going to call the security personnel up, what are these bastards eating, and I haven't noticed anything."

The man in leather thought of the guard, who was like a nobody, and gave birth to a nameless fire.

"Don't go."

Booth came back to his senses and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't make a noise, no matter who did it, there will definitely be a clue." ”

Just then, a text message rang on the phone.

Booth glanced at the message, forcibly calmed down, turned on the computer with trembling fingers, and connected to the video.

"Good evening, Mr. Tress."

"Mr. Booth."

Tress sat in the pool across the screen, enjoying a massage from two young girls behind her: "Your face is not quite right, is there anything wrong?" ”

"No problem, it's a little hot here."

Booth hurriedly wiped a handful of fine sweat from his head, if the other party found out that he had made a mistake here, he would be the first to die.

"That's good, I'll check with you via video."

Tress took a sip of agave: "Did you do the thing you did before?" ”

(End of chapter)