American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

Richard quickly looked away. After shaking off the water drops on his shirt, he put the information in his hand aside and picked up another one to read.

This is an investment report for Matthews Drone Company. Although he couldn't understand many of the terms, Richard could roughly understand that this was a very generous investment plan.

Why did the deceased Fred reject such an investment? It was really just because he applied for a loan from the Stark Foundation.

Seeing that Richard didn't respond, Emma walked out of the swimming pool and stood on the edge of the swimming pool.

Jennifer picked up the towel and walked over and handed it to Emma.

After Emma wiped her body, she put on a bath towel and came to the lounge chair next to Richard. She spread the towel on the lounge chair and lay on it.

Jennifer pushed an instrument from the side. After turning on the switch, there was a searchlight-like light source device above the instrument that emitted a warm light and shone on Emma's body.

Richard held the information and glanced at Emma secretly. From feet to head, Richard's eyes swept across the curves of Emma's body and he met Emma's eyes.

awkward.

Richard quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the information in front of him absently.

Damn it, I can't let people do their jobs properly. In order to hinder the handling of the case, I have used all my self-sacrifice skills to reach the red belt level.

While Richard was roaring inwardly, Jennifer began to oil Emma.

I don’t know what was applied, but the faint fragrance penetrated into Richard’s nostrils, and the sound of Jennifer touching Emma’s skin came to Richard from time to time.

Richard felt like his blood was flowing in the wrong direction, and his brain felt a little starved of blood. Richard held the information and leaned down slightly with his butt raised.

Emma squinted her eyes comfortably. She turned her head and said softly to Richard: "Do you understand the information?"

Richard took a long breath and forced himself to calm down. Richard stared at the information in his hand and said to Emma: "I haven't finished reading it yet, but you can tell me what it means to get these information. "

"Of course it means proving your innocence."

Richard glanced at Emma in confusion, then he quickly turned back and continued to stare at the information and said: "Self-proven innocence, I don't understand what you mean. I asked you if you have no one to Matthews." The aircraft company retaliated, and your answer is yes."

"Yes, we have indeed retaliated against them, but it is not what you think."

Damn, what's there to be embarrassed about? It's not like I've never seen it before. There are many beaches on the beach, and even Central Park has a lot of beauties sunbathing.

After self-hypnosis, Richard turned his head and looked into Emma's eyes and asked: "Why is it different?"

Jennifer had finished smearing Emma's back, she took a towel and wiped her hands before sitting on the side. Emma continued to lie on the recliner and receive the irradiation of the instrument.

Emma's eyes widened slightly, and instead of answering Richard's question, she changed the topic.

"Rick, you're investigating a murder that happened at the Stark Expo, right?"

Richard nodded.

Emma then said: "Then why do you suspect that this has something to do with us?"

Richard thought for a moment and said, "Because some clues are pointing to Frost International."

"For example"

Richard hesitated. In theory, he shouldn't tell Emma, ​​but his closeness to Emma kept influencing him, making him willing to believe Emma.

Emma saw Richard fall into silence, she didn't wait, but asked and answered herself.

"I guess it has something to do with the employees of Matthews Drone Company."

Richard nodded slightly hesitantly.

Emma smiled and said: "Rick, I won't talk to you first. You can take a look at the remaining information on the table. Then we will talk."

Richard frowned and nodded. He picked up the remaining information on the table and looked through it.

As Richard flipped through the pages, Richard's frown deepened.

This is a stack of contracts, a poaching contract from Frost International. How many contracts does Frost International get from Matthews?