The wanton life of a certain beauty

Killer?

Ah.

When Booker heard Catherine Vivian say this, he suddenly felt the urge to laugh.

but……

Booker once thought about becoming a killer instead of a police detective.

After all, in the assassin business, money comes quickly.

However, after some market research, Booker gave up.

In a word.

The killer industry, in Booker's view, is already a sunset industry. Moreover, there are no five insurances and one housing fund, and there is no guarantee at all. The most important point is that the industry is too involved and the workplace environment is not good.

It’s just that killers and killers get involved with each other.

Most companies in the killer world don't have a good reputation.

You work hard for the company, and when you get old, or if you do something wrong, the company will kill you at every turn, which is totally inhumane.

That's it?

Booker would only become a killer if he had a good brain. What's more, being a mouse is not as good as being a cat.

at this time.

Catherine Vivian, who was sitting opposite, put down the wine glass in her hand, glanced at the phone that had just lit up, and then looked at Booker: "It's time, honey, we should go to the appointment."

Booker looked up.

10 minute later.

After Booker got dressed and was released from prison at noon, he followed Catherine Vivian out of the bedroom into a black suit he bought on Fifth Avenue.

"Give."

"what is this?"

"Secret, honey."

"..."

Booker looked at the black blindfold handed over by Catherine Vivian, raised his head, and took a look. Just when he was changing clothes, two strong men walked in holding Beretta pistols. Bearded strong man.

"What's the matter, dear?"

Catherine Vivian looked at Booker with a happy smile: "Any questions?"

Booker came back to his senses and laughed: "Of course not."

talking.

Booker took the black eyepatch from Catherine Vivian's hand, and then put it on himself.

moment.

It was pitch black.

Catherine Vivian waved her slender right hand in front of Booker's eyes, and then, after confirming it, said: "My dear, you don't have a security permit where we will go later, so don't steal. Look, the people there are not as easy to talk to as me, and they even sent me to their doorstep."

Booker felt his earlobe being attacked again and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I respect other people's privacy."

"hope so!"

Catherine Vivian said this, and then nodded with the two bearded men who walked in.

Soon.

Catherine Vivian walked out of the hotel first, followed closely by Booker, who disguised himself as a person with an injured eye with the help of two bearded men.

hum!

Scouting Guard map is now online.

Booker, who was sitting in the car, closed his eyes and looked at his positioning coordinates as a point of light on the map of Manhattan he lit up from a God's perspective.

Whoever drives this car must be a professional driver!

Booker looked at the position of the corner on the map of Manhattan. However, sitting in the car, he didn't feel the trace of the vehicle turning. If he hadn't turned on the God's perspective, he might have thought that this car was turning. , still continuing to go straight along [-]th Street.

and……

The car is also quite quiet.

Although the day and night in New York City are two different worlds, this is the most prosperous area of ​​Manhattan. But Booker, who was sitting in the car, could not even hear any noise outside. .

The black business car was driving on the streets of Manhattan at a steady speed. If he didn't drive in circles, Booker would definitely find a way to find the driver's contact information.

Booker thought as he looked at the route that almost turned into a donut.

After about half an hour, the black commercial vehicle that circled Manhattan and took the donut route finally stopped circling and turned right on 23rd Street, heading towards Madison Square.

Booker looked at the reconnaissance guard map. The cursor symbolizing himself suddenly moved down. He raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at a triangular-shaped iron-shaped building that appeared on the reconnaissance guard map.

The car slowly drove into the underground parking lot.

"arrive."

After the car stopped, Catherine Vivian once again leaned into Booker's ear, who seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed: "My dear, I have made you feel wronged. When you pass the test, you won't need to be like this."

Booker nodded calmly.

after awhile.

Booker, who was blindfolded, walked out of the commercial car with the help of Catherine Vivian. Then, at Catherine's prompt, he opened his arms. After that, he felt an instrument begin to sweep back and forth on his body. .

soon.

A man in a black suit took back his instrument with an expressionless face and nodded to his colleague standing next to an underground door behind him, indicating that it was safe to pass.

Catherine Vivian smiled and took Booker's arm: "Let's go, my dear."

Booker lifted his heel.

Boom.

After Booker and Catherine Vivian walked through the door, the open door behind them closed.

"Honey, you can take off the blindfold."

"it is good."

Booker took off his blindfold, squinted his eyes, and quickly adjusted his eyes to the environment.

Into the eye!

There was a long corridor filled with light both above and below. At the end of the corridor, stood two unsmiling men in black suits.

Insight!

[Name: "Jack Leo"]

[Level: "15"]

[HP: "150/150"]

[Status: "Fan"]

[Faction: "Strange"]

[Affiliation: "Continental Hotel!"]

"really!"

Booker raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, then became curious: "Is there any cooperation between the textile factory and the Continental Hotel?"

The Flatiron Building.

Continental Hotel.

Booker arrived in New York on the first day and after seeing the Flatiron Building, he suspected that there was a Continental Hotel in the Flatiron Building.

Who made this hotel also a membership-only hotel?

However, Booker had no intention of entering the Flatiron Building to see what was going on. After all, after Booker had done industry research on the killer industry before, his interest in being a killer was almost zero.

Moreover, the Continental Hotel was not within his jurisdiction as a patrol policeman or uniformed police officer at that time, so he naturally had no interest in learning about it.

After he became a police detective, the Continental Hotel had always been calm, and no murders had occurred at all. Naturally, the chance of Booker hanging out here was almost zero.

soon.

Booker and Vivian came to the end of the corridor. Then, Jack Leo, who was standing in the corridor and had just been thrown an insight spell, stamped an invisible stamp on their arms and pulled away. The cordon in front of them indicated that the two of them could enter.

……