The wanton life of a certain beauty

The picture must be very beautiful.

Booker was thinking this, and then he seemed to have seen the beautiful scene of him opening his plateau bloodline under a burst of adrenaline and making twenty cuts per second.

at this time.

beep!

beep!

beep!

Booker came back to his senses, felt the subtle vibrations from the spy glasses on the bridge of his nose, and touched the temples.

beep!

The communication connection is successful.

"Hello, Booker?"

"hello!"

Booker chuckled lightly, turned off the shower, put a towel on himself, walked out of the bathroom, and joked to George on the other end of the communication: "Are you working overtime again?"

George on the other end took a slight breath, and then said: "I suddenly regret letting you go undercover."

Booker blinked.

"what?"

"I regret."

"..."

George, who was sitting in his office, covered his forehead and shook his head: "There has never been an undercover agent who could turn Route [-] into a Champa during an operation, and, really or not, five federal agents. …”

Booker interrupted directly: "I didn't kill the person."

This pot must not be carried away.

He is an undercover agent, not a scapegoat. Booker said that he refuses to accept any form of scapegoat, let alone the death of five federal agents. Although it is said that since the death of Hoover, the FBI has no king, but, A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. If the FBI finds out about this scapegoat, it will be great fun.

Just as the New York Police Department will not sit back and let any suspect who kills a police officer continue to be alive, the FBI will not sit back and let anyone who dares to kill them continue to be alive.

"Who is that?"

"I've already given you the murderer."

"...you mean Carlos Cross?"

"Amazing."

Booker looked at the time on his watch and found out the information about the cross in almost two hours. He smiled and said, "The FBI must have found it. They don't have to thank me. This is mine." It should be done.”

"Okay, I'll let them send some flowers to your funeral."

George chuckled, indicating that Booker was still a 'dead man', and then said with a smile: "Or, you end the undercover status early."

"No, just wait."

"You've got the roster. The case on Route [-] alone is enough to arrest someone."

"Not yet."

"..."

Booker raised his head, squinted his eyes, feeling the warning from the surveillance guards in the corridor outside, frowned slightly, and said to George: "Wesley is not dead?"

George on the other end was stunned: "Yes, I was just going to tell you, how did you know?"

Booker rolled his eyes.

Good guy, why didn’t you tell me such important information even after the phone call lasted so long?

As for how to know?

I saw it.

Booker narrowed his eyes and instantly shifted his gaze to the surveillance guard he had placed on an apartment building in Brooklyn. He immediately felt the warning from this surveillance guard.

Under normal circumstances, the reconnaissance guards placed by Booker across New York City will not suddenly alert him. However, once someone who is hostile to Booker, or is in a hostile lineup with Booker, appears within the scope of the reconnaissance guards, Scouting guards will alert you immediately.

But this time, it was a warning of hostility.

Did I provoke you?

The one who wants to kill you is Fire Fox, and I have no intention of killing you.

and also……

None of this is dead?

Booker was a little speechless in his heart. At that time, when he watched the Firefox shoot and the Chevrolet carrying Wesley fall, he thought that Wesley might not die.

but……

Booker also felt that under the circumstances at that time, Wesley, who was knocked unconscious and had his hands handcuffed, had a pitifully low chance of survival. It was even outrageous that Wesley never thought about it. Able to survive.

But the facts gave me a slap in the face!

Good guy.

Is it really the protagonist’s law?

Booker was speechless in his heart and shook his head: "Brooke..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, they stopped abruptly!

Just when Booker spoke directly and planned to tell George where Wesley was born, suddenly, he seemed to think of something and immediately suppressed his words.

Wait!

Booker raised his eyebrows, walked to the window, opened the window, and looked at the trainee killers coming out of the castle in twos and threes at this moment, his eyes flickering slightly.

Lost in thought.

George on the other end suddenly heard Booker's sudden arrival. When he was about to call Booker, he was afraid that something would happen to Booker on the other end. He resisted the impulse, held his breath and waited quietly, for fear that because of His own shouting led to Booker's exposure.

The reason why the mortality rate of undercover agents is very high is only a small part because of the undercover agents themselves. More importantly, it is because of the exposure of their pig teammates, which affects the undercover agents themselves.

Obviously, George is not a pig teammate.

After a while.

Booker faintly withdrew his gaze from the trainee killers who were leaving in twos and threes, and then looked at Firefox, who was walking towards his room not far away, raised his eyebrows, and then whispered to George on the communication line: "Wait for news about my closing the network."

George on the other end did not continue to ask, and replied in a deep voice: "Be careful yourself."

"I will."

Booker moved his lips lightly. After George on the other end of the communication hung up the communication, he looked at the Firefox getting closer and closer, with a bright smile on his face: "Has the holiday started in the factory?"

talking.

Booker pointed downstairs, where the walking magic caps were leaving the textile factory in twos and threes!

Wesley is not dead, which is very bad news for the textile factory.

but……

This is good news for me.

Booker's thoughts were racing. Just when he was about to tell George Wesley's hiding place, he suddenly had an extremely bold idea in his heart.

Murder with a knife?

Lie to the sky?

The 36 strategies that Wesley could generate appeared in Booker's mind one after another, and then he accurately refined several strategies that could be combined with the current situation.

Wesley is dead, and no matter how long the delay continues, it is still impossible to escape the plan of cooperating with George to close the network.

But now Wesley is not dead.

that……

This situation is very delicate.

There are so many magic power limits.

Although during this period of time, Cross almost wiped out the group that killed the textile factory, but after Sloan adopted the approach of closing the door tightly, there are still more than 100 trainee killers left in the textile factory, plus Firefox and others. The official killer is here.

To be precise, including Firefox and the textile factory, there are a total of [-] people.

Uh……

One hundred and nine points of magic power limit!

……