Since the last time he communicated with Terez, Booth has also told him in detail about his operation plan.

There is no way, if you take someone else's money, you naturally have to communicate things clearly

The money of Mexican drug lords, in particular, is not so easy to get.

So Terez also knew about Booth's scapegoat, and now the success of the plan is all on that person, and if he can't get that person, his money will be thrown into the ocean.

"Rest assured, Mr. Tress, I almost caught him today." At this time, the man in leather also came over:

"Now that we have important clues, we will soon be able to find the whereabouts of that person."

Booth simply got up and got out of the way.

His head is in a mess now, and the one who can get past the armed guards, the power grid, and the monitor is definitely not an ordinary person.

I have a lot of opponents, and for a while, I can't confirm the target.

There's a slight smile on Terez's face, the leather-clad man he knows, Booth's right-hand man.

He beckoned the man with the laptop to bring the screen in front of Terez.

He held out a finger:

"On the spot of the assassination, so many of you actually let one person run away, this is the first time."

Tremes held out his second finger with a mocking face:

"I almost caught him today, which means I let him run again, and this is the second time."

Hearing what he said, the leather-clad man's face turned red, and he was about to distinguish something.

Tremze shook his finger, interrupting what he was about to say, and looked at Booth standing aside, "I want to ask you, Mr. Booth, when did you become so weak." ”

"How many times do you have to tolerate him failing before you realize that the person standing next to you is a piece of waste."

Booth grimaced and quickly drew his pistol from his belt.

The next moment, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the head of the leather-clad man.

"Bang."

Blood with temperature splattered on Booth's face, and he blinked quickly.

"Plop."

The leather-clad man fell to the side, a hole in his head.

"Hahaha."

Thaise looked at the scene in front of him, and immediately laughed happily, he took the cigar handed by the girl, and said with satisfaction:

"That's the Booth I know."

"People who have followed you for more than ten years can also easily start, ruthless enough."

"But I just like your ruthlessness, I don't like to see my money go down the drain, get things done as soon as possible, or I'll come over in person."

Tremes lit the camera with a scarlet cigar, "You won't like me coming to you." ”

"Don't talk this nonsense."

Booth gasped as he slammed his pistol on the table, "I'm sure I'll get that guy done, there won't be any problems." ”

"You hurry up and make money, now the publicity will be increased, and a lot of money is needed."

"Remember, this time it's campaign funds, and according to the previous channels, all of them have to be remitted in small amounts, don't make a mistake."

"Calm down, Mr. Booth."

Tremes bit his cigar and said, "Isn't it just a dead dog, what's the big deal, just raise another one." ”

"Don't worry, I'll send money over tonight."

"Toot."

The video call is interrupted.

Booth sat heavily in his office chair, and intense rap music came from Epple's room, and no one noticed the gunshots.

After sitting in a daze for a while, he looked at the leather-clad man lying on the ground:

"I'm sorry."

Booth let out a heavy breath and came to his senses.

I just wanted to stand up, but I saw a small camera next to the computer, which was a birthday gift from him to Apple, how could it be here.

Seeing the label paper attached to it, Booth reached out and tore it off:

"Mr. Booth, this is my gift to you, don't forget what you promised me."

The signature was a smiling face, and the handwriting was very unfamiliar, and he had never seen it at all.

Booth hurriedly picked up the camera and lifted the screen.

When he pressed play, he saw the picture inside, and his face flushed, as if he could drip blood.

After a few moments, Booth freed up a hand and dropped it from the table.

Twenty minutes later, seeing his wife and daughter paralyzed, Booth shivered a few times.

“You fxxk me once， I fxxk you twice。”

When he heard that, Booth gasped heavily, and his beard shook slightly.

Unexpectedly, it was that person who came to the door.

After Booth vented his anger, his brain was extremely clear.

The other party must be trying to threaten himself with the contents of his safe and make himself confess to those who hunted stowaways.

Regardless of how he got in, it's unclear how he knew the password.

There's only one thing Booth understands now, the moment this man steals the contents of his safe, the two sides can only fight to the death.

Looking at the footage in the camera, Booth reluctantly deleted it.

Although he clearly photographed the appearance of the laborer, it was his wife and daughter who were in it, and he would not take this to his death.

Ethan looked at the bumblebee in the distance, and walked to the front door with the blazer in his hand.

Through radar monitoring, there was only one person in the house, still in the original location, without any problems.

"Woohoo."

As soon as he opened the door with Livira's key, there was a low grunt from inside.

Dropping something in the living room and walking to the bedroom door, Liviera was struggling on the bed, her feet twisted into a strange position.

Seeing Ethan appear, Liviera immediately cast an angry look.

She kept looking at the silver bracelet in her hand, her eyes blinking rapidly.

This time, Ethan took the handcuff key directly from his pocket and untied her while taking a few steps back.

I thought she would do it to herself, after all, he tied her up for so long.

Unexpectedly, after Livira untied it, she hurriedly untied the clothes tied to her feet, and before she even had time to untie the towel on her mouth, she ran outside quickly.

"Bang."

The sound of the bathroom door closing was followed by the sound of a torrent.

Ethan slapped his head, no wonder she looked like that.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened.

Livira rushed out of it with a strong wind and punched Ethan.

He was at fault first, Ethan didn't dare to fight back, and turned sideways to get out of the way.

Liviera, however, was tied up for a long time, her hands and feet were numb, and her front feet mixed with her hind feet, and she fell headlong on the sofa.

Ethan forced a smile, careful to guard against her attacking again.

Unexpectedly, Livira lay directly on the sofa and sobbed, and her shoulders twitched.

Ethan couldn't fix it now, but when he saw the dark circle on Liviera's pants, he suddenly understood and scratched his head in embarrassment.

It's such a big person, can you let yourself pee your pants without getting angry.

Ethan had no choice but to walk over and pat her on the shoulder:

"Sorry, I'm late."

The matter of peeing her pants can't be picked out, and if she says it, Liviera has to beat herself to death.

"Smack."

Liviera slapped his hand away, quickly got up from the couch, and walked into the bedroom.

After a while, she walked out of the bedroom with her clothes and towels in a huff.

Without even looking at Ethan, he walked into the bathroom again, and soon the sound of a shower sounded inside.

Ethan had no choice but to step out of the balcony and take out his cigarette and light it.

After smoking a cigarette, Livira finally came out of the bathroom.

On her body, she directly put on a wide basketball shirt, purple and gold color, and a No. 8 in the middle is particularly conspicuous.

Under the basketball shirt, I couldn't tell if I was wearing pants, and it hung down directly to my thighs.

(End of chapter)