My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

That dirty blue striped shirt looked too familiar.

Rivera seemed to smell the smell of achievement, and her brain started spinning rapidly.

She has had enough of driving every day and living outside as an illegal worker. She must seize the opportunity.

When she saw the camera on the table next to her, an idea flashed in her mind.

Standing up, Rivera quickly walked to the dining table, picked up the camera, returned to the living room, and opened the laptop on the table.

Connect the data cable and plug it into the computer.

She sat cross-legged and tapped her fingers nervously on the countertop, making a rhythmic sound.

The computer booted up quickly and the camera's memory card was quickly recognized.

She clicked on the file and rummaged through it quickly.

After a while, the finger that was turning the pulley stopped, the mouse pointer moved, and the finger tapped the left button twice.

The photo inside quickly zoomed in, and a man wearing the same blue striped shirt appeared on the computer screen.

Rivera compared the close-ups that kept appearing on the TV and confirmed that they were the same clothes.

Even the location of the stain on the collar is exactly the same.

She clapped her hands excitedly, and among the few photos she took, she found a frontal photo and enlarged it.

But when she saw the person, she was a little confused. He didn't look like a Mexican. She often dealt with Mexican illegal workers, so she didn't think they looked like him at a glance.

She shook her head, as long as she could catch the murderer of the senator, no matter where he was from.

Rivera's eyes lit up with excitement. She quickly cut out the clear frontal photos and put them in the database for comparison. She first explored the other party's background.

She already had a very clear goal as to where to find this person.

The faces in the database are changing rapidly, comparing the similarities.

Rivera looked at the photos on the screen and raised her eyebrows. Whether she could get a promotion or a raise in salary all depended on this person.

She stood up and took off her nightgown, revealing her sexy body.

He stepped forward with his long legs and walked towards the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Rivera quickly walked to the laptop.

No criminal records were found on it, but this is normal. Maybe he has never been caught for anything he did before.

Although there was no gain, she still closed the computer happily.

I have already mastered important clues. As long as I can follow the clues to find the murderer, this will be a great achievement.

After changing her clothes, Levi pulled into the silver BMW and drove towards the park in the middle of the street.

In the suburbs, in a large private villa.

Goatee is holding a fine Cuban cigar and enjoying the charming aroma.

The laptop in front of him rang with a call request. He chewed his cigar and clumsily clicked on the computer to connect to the video.

On the computer screen, a private manor appeared.

Someone was holding the computer over there and walking forward through the swimming pool. Inside the swimming pool, a dozen girls in bikinis were playing in the water.

Goatee turned a blind eye to everything in front of him and smoked his cigar leisurely.

The computer screen quickly stabilized, and a tall, fat Mexican man wearing a floral shirt, a big nose, and black hair combed back appeared on the opposite side.

In the picture, five beautiful girls were clustered around him, with no hair on their bodies.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the elusive goddess is just a plaything for the man in front of her to demonstrate his power.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Therese."

Goatee grabbed a handful of his beard and asked with a smile: "Did you see what I sent you?"

"Watch now."

The Mexican man named Terez took off his sunglasses.

Next, a newscast sounded over his side, describing exactly what had just happened.

After a while, he turned off the playing video file:

"I thought I was sponsoring Mr. Senator's re-election. In your video, I don't see any hope of his re-election."

The corners of the goatee man's mouth turned up and he puffed out a puff of smoke:

"Mr. Therese, I am not as good as you."

"You are not as good as me in the campaign."

"This is the real magic weapon of the campaign. Voter sentiment is very high now, and Senator McLaughlin's support and exposure are also rising."

"I just came back from the hospital. The place was almost packed."

"I assure you, Mr. McLaughlin will have no problem being re-elected."

"That's good." Tres took the cigar from the woman next to him:

"Mr. Booth, please remember your promise."

"When it is done, you will find that the money I gave you before is not worth mentioning at all."

The man with the goatee, Booth, flicked off the cigar ashes:

"Mr. Tres, please rest assured that I am a person who keeps his promises. In the next term, we will definitely get that thing done."

"That's good."

Tres on the opposite side reached out and closed the laptop, and the video connection was immediately disconnected.

Booth stood up and walked to the window to look at the large backyard.

Two or three armed guards were patrolling around the villa. There was nothing in the swimming pool. Compared with Tres, this place was like a doghouse.

Now that the senator's re-election is a foregone conclusion, Booth is full of pride and deserves better.

After thinking for a moment, he frowned and took out his cell phone to call:

"Have you found that person?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Try every possible means to kill that person and go to the park in the middle of the street to find the red food truck."

"Okay, sir."

Booth hung up the phone, shook his head, chewed his cigar and walked out of the office.

Walking along the spiral staircase to the living room, the smell of food came from the dining room nearby. Booth touched his belly and walked to the side.

"I know you didn't eat lunch, and neither did April, so I got you some tacos."

The speaker was a red-haired mature woman with a very hot figure.

Booth said nothing, nodded to his wife, walked to the main table and sat down, and the exquisite dinner plate with food was immediately placed in front of him.

He picked up a taco and swallowed as he looked at the roast beef, onions and cheese inside the enchilada.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, something strange came from below.

The nimble feet were constantly provoking, trying to wake him up.

"Please, can you let me have a good meal?"

Booth gestured to the food in his hand, his expression helpless.

"You haven't touched me in three months." Mrs. Booth picked up a small tomato and put it in her mouth and bit it, juice bursting out.

Looking at his wife like this, Booth felt a little cramped in his waist.

The people outside are already too busy, so they still have time to deal with the people at home.

He coughed and said quickly:

"I'm busy with the campaign right now. It'll be fine in a while. You know what happened. I don't have the time right now."

Booth took a bite of the taco and changed the subject:

"During his speech, the senator was openly shot. People nowadays have no moral bottom line and don't know what is going on in the world."