The wanton life of a certain beauty

Without him.

The voice of this uniformed police officer was too familiar to Booker.

wrong.

It can't be said that it's familiar, it can be said that Booker can recognize this voice at a glance, even if it has been processed by a voice changer.

George Stacy.

Booker, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at George, who was disguised as a uniformed police officer, and joked directly: "When did the top detective of our Major Crime Bureau become a traffic police officer? Do Helen and Gwen know?"

George, who was expressionless and pretending to be a qualified traffic policeman, listened to Booker's teasing and glanced directly at Booker.

This guy has no idea how worried his family is about him.

and……

Being able to completely turn an undercover operation into a surveillance operation that is prohibited and not suitable for children, I have to say that Booker is No. 1. Only the three parties involved know that between Booker and Vivian After entering the hotel, they were in the bureau, listening to the passionate applause coming from the monitoring equipment, and their moods were ups and downs.

George now seriously doubts whether Booker volunteered to go undercover to solve the case.

soon.

A traffic ticket issued for turning without turning on the lights was handed to the driver along with a communication headset hidden in his hand. Then, George left without looking back.

"yours."

Booker directly took the ticket and earphones from the driver's hand, then handed the ticket to Vivian next to him with a smile, and then put the earphones into his ears: "This is mine."

Vivian took the ticket expressionlessly, and then tore it into pieces.

fine?

I'm the underworld. In addition to the IRS tank riding in the face, everyone else wants my money. Are you crazy?

Booker smiled slightly, said nothing, put on his headphones, and coughed: "Hey, hey, hey."

In the small conference room of the police station, while watching the car that Booker was riding in using satellites, the two people heard the voice coming from the headset. Kate Beckett couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "God, Booker, are you okay?"

Booker smiled.

"Your prayers must have worked, Kate."

"where did you go?"

Kate didn't care about Booker's verbal abuse. To be precise, she should have been immune. She said directly: "Where did you go after you came out of the hotel? Our people lost track of you."

Booker thought for a moment and said, "I don't know either, I was blindfolded."

Continental Hotel, this is a big cake.

If you tell your family at this time, let alone saying that there must be someone behind the Continental Hotel, just say that he is now undercover, and the credit for the Continental Hotel will most likely not fall on him.

and so……

Booker chose to hide it for the time being. After finishing his work at the textile factory, it wouldn't be too late to meet him at the Continental Hotel. Anyway, the Continental Hotel was right there and it was impossible to run away.

George's voice came in at this time: "How is it, is there anything gained?"

Booker smiled and said, "Of course."

"Is it big?"

"That depends on how you define it."

Booker's tone was very relaxed, and he recounted his meeting with Old Heisloan in detail. Naturally, it also included a regularization task given by Old Heisloan before leaving.

"name!"

"I."

"I know it is you."

In the conference room, Bob, who was with Kate, said: "I mean, let's think of a solution for the name of your mission target."

For example, take the first step and use what crime to protect that person.

Bob couldn't believe it. What kind of killer dared to attack people protected by the New York Police Department in New York.

but……

Kate, who was sitting aside, listened to Booker's chuckle coming from the headset and frowned. Then, as if she thought of something, she glanced at Bob, frowned and said in a deep voice: "Booker, the mission goal is... you?"

Bob next to him was stunned for a moment: "What?"

George, who was driving back to the police station, also said in a deep voice: "They are targeting you? Have you been exposed?"

"probably not."

Booker shook his head: "I'm thinking, maybe it's because I killed the last killer who tried to become a regular employee. Although the killer died, the task of becoming a regular employee was completed, so the textile factory may be motivated by revenge. Bar."

This is the most reasonable guess.

Apart from this, Booker can't think of any other reason. It can't be said that his name really appeared on the so-called loom of fate.

That fate loom had a premonition that it would kill many people in the future, so it sent down an oracle to ask these so-called sheepdogs to kill it quickly, so that it could kill one person and save ten thousand people?

This is obviously nonsense.

Booker didn't believe at all in the so-called loom of fate.

God?

As long as he dares to show his health bar, let alone God, OAA, I dare to chop him up.

Booker sneered and said, "Killers are a group of indolent, psychologically twisted guys who take other people's lives for pleasure. They are revengeful. It's normal to be more serious. My identity should not be exposed."

Kate and Bob were silent in the conference room.

quite a while.

George, who had returned to the police station and got out of the car, opened the door and walked towards the interior of the police station, saying in a deep voice: "Then don't show up during this period, they can't find anyone..."

Booker interrupted directly: "No!"

"what?"

"The textile factory wants a qualified killer."

"……What's the meaning?"

Booker smiled and said: "A killer who can't even find his target, do you think he is a qualified killer?"

Certainly not.

If according to George's arrangement, Booker disappears for a period of time, then the most likely thing is that there will be nothing to follow.

The most important thing.

Booker said in a deep voice: "Even if I do what you said, let's not say whether I will be eliminated directly. They will definitely give the task to others."

Kate frowned and said, "What should I do? I can't let you kill yourself."

"Why not?"

"what?"

"Are you joking?"

"It's not funny."

In the conference room, George, Kate and Bob, who had just walked in, were speechless after hearing this sentence coming from the headset.

George took off his hat and put it aside: "Booker, do you know what you are talking about?"

Booker shrugged: "Of course."

Kate and Bob looked at each other.

Booker smiled: "Okay, I have already figured out how to do this. George, please don't get involved. What you have to do is to hold a grand funeral for me. I will do the rest by myself." Come and arrange it!”

George: "..."

Kate and Bob: “…”