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After a while, Ethan closed the notebook.

They were all records of Booth's power and money transactions, but he basically didn't recognize the names of the people on them, but they must be some big shots who allowed Booth to put them in the safe.

As long as you understand the information inside, you can threaten Booth and make him confess everything honestly.

The cash was probably counted, only about 100,000.

Although people like Booth do not have any specific positions, their power is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Even if there is illegal money collected, it can be easily dealt with.

He will not put a lot of cash and belongings at home like Gu Chen did.

This time I came here not for property.

It's a good thing to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it.

Jiabo asked anxiously: "Is there anything gained?"

"Yes, there are two record books and a dozen CDs. There should be a lot of secrets in them, but we can only check them later."

Ethan took off his coat: "There is still about one hundred thousand in cash, and I will give you half of it."

Jiabo said nonchalantly: "No, please bring the diamonds and watches. I have already earned more. These are all yours."

"Pack your things quickly and take them away."

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

With quick hands and feet, Ethan bundled the cash, notebooks, and CDs inside into a large package. He walked to the desk and sat down, took the note, and wrote a few words.

Place the camera next to the computer and stick the sticky note on it.

After doing all this, Ethan carried the package wrapped in his suit jacket and walked outside.

When he saw the mother and daughter sleeping on the beach chair, the corners of his mouth turned upward.

Next, we only need to study the confidential documents found in Booth's safe and find a way to blackmail the people he found to hunt down the stowaways.

Climbing up the courtyard wall from the inside is easy.

Under the control of Jiabo, the power grid is not threatening.

Leaping down from the wall more than four meters high, making a dull sound, Ethan stabilized his body and walked quickly away.

Seeing Ethan leave, Jabo breathed a sigh of relief and immediately restored the security facilities.

A Hornet drove quickly in the distance and stopped in front of Ethan.

The paint on it is already scratched, but it doesn't seem to have been too damaged, and Letty has controlled the damage very well.

He opened the door, got in, spun the tires quickly, and left the scene.

"I've got it done here. I'll contact you later. You can go and take a rest first."

Ethan gave Jia Bo a few words and hung up the phone.

"What's the gain?" Letty turned her head:

"Why does it take so long?"

"cough."

Ethan coughed lightly: "The winding path inside is deep and it took some effort to get through it."

"But fortunately, there is a big gain."

He put the package on his lap, opened it, took a thick wad of bills from inside and handed it to Leti: "There are forty or fifty thousand here, whether it's your car or your house."

"Think of it as compensation from Booth, don't take it too little."

"Forget it, I don't have to." Letty waved her hand:

"It's all yours. He blew up my house. As long as he asks for the information about those people, I will use my own way to get it back from him."

"All right."

Ethan shook his head, he was really crazy today and couldn't even give away money.

"What about the others?"

Letty looked at the package on his lap again and lifted her chin.

"We still need to do some research." Ethan put down the money and picked up a few CDs: "Send me to Rivera's residence. She is a local law enforcement officer."

"There are some things that I might understand better."

"Okay, as long as it's rewarding." Letty nodded, turned the steering wheel and drove towards Rivera's residence.

When the bumblebee landed outside the house, the sky had turned dusky, and before you knew it, the day had passed.

Ethan walked out of the car with the package, but Letty had no intention of moving.

"Aren't you coming together?"

Ethan held the car door and looked at Letty.

"I still have a place to stay. If you have any news, please inform me at any time." Letty waved her hand casually, started the vehicle and left.

The hospital was also extremely busy because the senator was shot.

After cooperating with several media outlets to complete interviews, Booth went to the hospital's temporary conference room to discuss the next road show plan with the campaign team.

The latest campaign video has also been produced and is being played on the projection screen.

First, there was a scene of Senator McLaughlin pressing a Bible and raising one hand to swear.

The voiceover piped up: "State Senator John McLaughlin defended the state's Constitution to the death."

Then, the screen changed.

The situation when the shooting incident occurred yesterday appeared. Because I had prepared in advance, I recorded the several angles from which I was shot and the horrified reactions of the surrounding people.

The scene was filled with panic and screams.

Between the pictures, the atmosphere of a patriotic fighter being assassinated by a shameless villain was shown.

The scene on the screen caught everyone's attention tightly.

The narration is accentuated:

"Now, he is being assassinated for this."

The scene switches, this time to a close-up of the senator in the hospital bed. He looks tired, but still has an indomitable energy.

"This is the bullet."

The camera moves forward, giving the senator a close-up.

Next to the close-up, there is a deformed bullet head held by the senator.

Narrator: "Please come forward and cast your sacred vote for Senator McLaughlin. We need such a fighter."

McLaughlin tossed the bullet into the trash can.

He stares into the camera: "I'm Senator John McLaughlin and I'm not going to let this crap get the better of me."

Finally, the scene switches back to the beginning of the rally, with the Star-Spangled Banner waving.

Voiceover: "If you support traditional American life, please stand up."

"This is the donation account of Senator John McLaughlin's campaign office. Please contribute your part to the senator's re-election."

The lights in the conference room were brightened, and Booth nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, but the dubbing needs to be adjusted."

"The tone is more passionate and has more of a tough guy feel."

Five or six people sitting around the conference table quickly wrote down his words.

Booth stroked his gray beard and said in a hoarse voice: "I will work overtime tonight. I need this video to be broadcast on major TV stations tomorrow morning."

"The news media of our camp will broadcast it all day long. I want to win in one fell swoop."

"Okay, Mr. Booth."

Everyone responded one after another and started to get busy.

Booth opened his sleeves and glanced at his watch. Today's affairs were over.

I took out my phone and there were a few missed calls on it.

He stood up quietly and walked out of the conference room.

Just as he was about to call back, he saw the man in leather clothes striding over. He immediately put down the phone: "Why are you calling me? Has that person been solved?"

The leather-coated man shook his head and said awkwardly:

"He is not alone, and there are others who are taking care of him. It has not been resolved yet."