The wanton life of a certain beauty

A man is a teenager until he dies.

George was young too.

and……

Although they have only been partners for a year, George also believes that he knows Booker very well, just like Booker knows him.

but……

This time George was wrong.

Booker is a good lady, but if this lady is from the CIA, then no matter how good she is, she will not go there.

After all, the CIA doesn't want to be messed with.

but……

It's okay to play around.

Booker blinked, glanced at George with an expression that I didn't understand, and then, once again, continued to look at Catherine Vivian over there, looking at him with a burning gaze that wanted to be punished on the spot.

come.

carry on.

The person has finished testing your depth. Have you finished testing and give you a chance to try the depth of the person?

Seeing this, Bob next to him interrupted the competition again after George, and said directly to Catherine Vivian in a deep voice: "The list of textile factories!"

Catherine Vivian looked at Bob.

"List?"

"Yes."

"Feel sorry."

Catherine Vivian shook her head: "This is not part of our deal!"

Bob's face was expressionless, and his right hand was already on his waist: "In our transactions, we also did not sacrifice any of our colleagues."

Catherine Vivian glanced at Bob's movements with a bright smile on her face: "Detective Hayes, we had an agreement at that time. I am only responsible for recommending your people to the textile factory. The rest has nothing to do with me. , what, are you planning to break the contract?"

"My people cannot die in vain!"

"so what?"

The words fall.

Bob Hayes had taken out the gun from his waist, loaded it with a click, and pointed the gun directly at the red and white queen Catherine Vivian in front of him.

next second!

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Several nearby containers were suddenly opened. Immediately afterwards, seven or eight masked gangsters holding M4 automatic rifles ran out of these containers and instantly gathered around the three Bookers.

muzzle……

They all aimed at Detective Bob Hayes who was pointing a small pistol at their queen.

When George next to him saw this, he quickly drew his gun.

Booker, who was standing nearby, thought for a while, and followed George, pulling out his Glock [-].

Bob Hayes squinted his eyes, staring at the seven or eight M4 automatic rifles pointed at him, and looked at Catherine Vivian in front of him in a deep voice: "Kill us, and you will die too."

Catherine Vivian's expression was still bright, and she was not frightened by the small pistol at all, but her words were very soft: "I am a girl, and it is not very safe at night in New York City, so I found a few bodyguards to protect me. "

talking.

Catherine Vivian looked at Bob Hayes with a smile and said nothing.

quite a while!

Bob Hayes' eyes flickered for a few times, he took a deep breath, assessed the power of the pistols of his three men, and the power of the M4 automatic rifles of the seven or eight men, and removed his pistol.

The leading man walked directly in front of Bob Hayes and snatched the pistol away. The remaining men put down their weapons and did not come to snatch the pistols from Booker and George. .

Gee.

I thought I could go crazy.

When Booker saw this, he smacked his lips inwardly, and then, with some disappointment, he put the Glock [-] he had pulled out back into the holster.

He is a very reasonable person.

Even though people were so reasonable, he couldn't find any excuse or reason to get angry.

After Bob Hayes put down the gun, Catherine Vivian laughed and said: "I am an intelligence broker, nothing more. This is what we agreed in advance. I am sorry that your informant is dead, However, we can still make a deal."

Bob deadpanned: "What deal?"

At this moment.

Bob felt that he was not facing a woman, but a queen bee!

Catherine Vivian said with a smile: "As for the previous informant, you helped my person join the witness protection plan. This matter is settled. Maybe we can continue to make a deal, and you can find a If the informant comes over, I can still recommend your informant to the textile factory. As for whether you can seize this textile factory, it has nothing to do with me, just like the previous transaction."

Booker next to him suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Ha ha!"

Bob laughed directly, the kind of person who laughs when he is extremely angry: "What do you think..."

Booker raised his eyebrows and interrupted on the spot: "I'll do it."

Catherine Vivian listened to the voice and looked at Booker. As soon as Booker came in, as the most handsome and youngest of the three police detectives, Booker immediately caught her attention.

After all, women love handsome things, and Queen Bee is also a woman.

Bob was stunned and didn't say anything else.

George was stunned for a moment, then looked at Booker: "Booker..."

Booker once again interrupted George's speech and looked at Catherine Vivian with a smile on his face: "I can be this informant!"

Join the textile factory as an informant and become a member of the textile factory.

Complete the copy quest, God's Practitioner.

then……

As an NYPD detective, take down this illegal organization that has no license to kill.

Isn’t this a one-size-fits-all answer?

While Catherine Vivian was speaking, Booker thought of this perfect answer that could avoid the multiple-choice question. Suddenly, he was no longer sleepy and looked at Catherine Vivian: "How are you doing?" ?”

George frowned: "Booker?"

Bob also looked at this colleague who did not follow the unspoken rules and interrupted during his interrogation.

but……

Bob's face was uncertain, but in the end, he didn't say anything like George. Instead, he stood there with a frown on his face, wondering what he was thinking.

Catherine Vivian crossed her arms, her cold nails shining in the night light: "You..."

Booker shrugged and said, "No?"

Catherine Vivian laughed and shook her head: "No, it's not impossible, but it's not like it. I need to remind you, Detective Booker, Textile Factory, is a killer agency. What they want are killers, not detectives. .”

Booker raised his eyebrows: "Don't I look like that?"

Catherine Vivian smiled brightly and said: "If it is a killer, he will shoot directly as soon as my people come out."

"Oh."

Booker nodded, and then looked at George.

The latter was stunned: "You...dang!"

Before George could finish his words, he saw Booker slash his neck with one hand, and he fainted in an instant.

next second!

Booker drew his gun.

Lightning fast!

moment!

Fireworks bloomed in this remote corner of Manhattan Harbor.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"..."

……

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