The wanton life of a certain beauty

Bob looked around and chose to take out his phone from his arms.

After Booker finished speaking, he looked thoughtfully at the side near the Hudson River.

Don't forget, Booker's reconnaissance guards cannot be said to be all over New York, but they are densely packed in his hometown of Manhattan.

After Booker clicked on the reconnaissance guard map, he immediately passed a reconnaissance guard somewhere in the Manhattan port and saw in the reconnaissance guard's sight, sneaky, very...

but!

The person who answered the phone was not the wretched-looking man who was spying on the guards.

But...

Next to the wretched man, stood a woman with beautiful blond hair and wearing a red and white suit.

Female broker?

Booker thought in his heart.

At this moment, Bob Hayes, who was next to him, hung up the phone, pointed at the location towards George and Booker, and then walked over at the lead.

Booker and George saw this and followed them.

"Bob."

On the way over, Booker asked Bob Hayes: "Who is this broker of yours?"

Bob glanced at Booker, seemed to have thought of something, and said to Booker: "Speaking of which, she comes from the same place as you."

"what?"

"DC!"

"..."

Bob Hayes said: "Catherine Vivian, I don't know the specifics, but she is from DC. Like you, she is a well-known intelligence broker in the underground world. In New York, she is relatively cooperative. An intelligence broker."

Again.

The Federation is a country with a history where everything can be traded.

A criminal can make deals with the police department, and an intelligence broker can naturally make certain PY deals with the bosses of the New York Police Department's Organized Crime Investigation Division.

Booker thought maliciously.

soon.

After turning a corner, the wretched man who had just been seen in the sight of the reconnaissance guard, and the woman Catherine Vivian, who looked and was extremely stunning in dress, appeared in the sight of Booker and the others.

Bob looked at the wretched man next to Catherine Vivian, frowned, and stopped.

"Who is this?"

"remuneration!"

"What's the reward?"

"I promise you to let your informant join the textile factory, and you need to pay me the reward."

"..."

Bob said solemnly: "I didn't see this happen."

Catherine Vivian, who was wearing a red and white suit over there, shrugged and said in a calm tone: "My mission has been completed. You didn't tell me that your informant was in love with one of your own people. "

Bob: "..."

Booker next to him threw an [Insight Technique] directly at him.

[Name: "Catherine Vivian"]

[Level: "36"]

[Health Volume: 360/360]

[Status: "Fan"]

[Faction: "Strange"]

[Affiliation: "CIA!"]

"Ok?"

Booker raised his eyebrows and looked at the unexpected gains obtained from this insight technique.

CIA?

Didn't Bob say that this woman was an intelligence broker in the underground world?

Good guy!

After finishing speaking, Catherine Vivian, who didn't know whether she was a part-time CIA or a part-time intelligence broker, fell on Booker, and a beautiful smile appeared on her delicate face: "This is the one who killed Your informant’s detective?”

Booker's face was expressionless.

Bob next to him said directly: "What's going on?"

Catherine Vivian looked at Bob and stared at Bob with her arms folded, without speaking.

Booker and George didn't speak either.

After all, this was a conversation between Bob and his so-called intelligence broker, just like Booker and George would never interfere in each other's interrogation.

This is the most basic tacit understanding.

quite a while.

Bob took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the wretched man next to him, and he said angrily: "Who is he?"

Catherine Vivian told Bob the name of this wretched man, and then said directly: "He offended Kingpin and found me. I promised that I would protect him properly. Maybe, you can protect him in your witness protection Add him to the plan."

Bob wiped his face: "The Witness Protection Program, that's the area of ​​the District Attorney."

Catherine Vivian smiled and said: "Isn't your girlfriend the prosecutor in charge of the New York State Witness Protection Program list? Wouldn't it be nice to use a different name and a killer agency?"

Booker looked at George. He only knew that Bob Hayes was a detective from the Organized Crime Division. He really didn't know about his girlfriend. After all, he was not Cao Cao and was not a good wife.

Bob had a wonderful expression on his face, and then nodded: "It seems that this guy has given you some great information about Kingpin."

Catherine Vivian smiled like a queen: "Kingpin's information is at another price, Detective Hayes."

"I promise you."

Bob's tone was already a little impatient, and he said directly to Catherine Vivian: "What happened last night?"

"A test!"

"what?"

When Catherine Vivian saw that her request was met, she acted very simply like a qualified intelligence broker: "It's just that your informant passed the test, but it seems that he failed the test."

talking.

Catherine Vivian's eyes fell on Booker: "I took your informant to join the textile factory. I promised, and I did it. It was a test. Unfortunately, your thread People pass the test and then fail.”

Booker expressionlessly met the gaze of Catherine Vivian, who looked at him with a coveted expression.

joke!

Mr. Bu was not a vegetarian, nor was he an innocent young man. On the contrary, when facing Catherine Vivian's coveted gaze, his eyes were full of the desire to rectify the situation on the spot.

Bu someone...

wrong.

It’s because Ke’s family is not a good wife.

This is common sense!

but……

Dear sister of the Ke family!

This is also known to everyone!

Booker's eyes and Catherine Vivian's eyes collided in the air, and the situation seemed to be getting more and more intense.

George next to him coughed violently.

Booker withdrew his gaze and confirmed that the woman in front of him should be a CIA agent and a part-time agent. After all, only female agents who were born in the CIA would have such a thick skin. He calmly laid his eyes on George's face. Body: "What's wrong?"

George warned Booker with his eyes, indicating that this was a serious place, not a place of romance.

Good guy!

George, who was standing next to him just now, looked at the scene and had no doubt that if he hadn't coughed, his partner next to him would have put on a big show.

after all……

Young people have restless blood, and he understands this very well.

……

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