My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"waste."

Booth cursed mercilessly and walked out of the hospital with a cold face: "Then what did you do just now?"

The man in leather clothes quickly followed his pace and reported in a low voice.

After he saw Ethan being picked up, he drove to catch up.

However, his pursuit was fruitless, so he could only summon his men and continue searching throughout the city, mainly targeting places frequented by Mexican workers.

Underground casinos, taverns, branches, and motels were all turned upside down.

After this intensive search, nothing was found.

In desperation, he had no choice but to risk ineffectiveness and come back, hoping to borrow Booth's official power.

When he came to the parking lot, Booth stopped:

"You mean, you've seen the license plate number of that car?"

"That's right." The man in leather clothes opened the car door for him.

"You should have informed me earlier."

Booth shook his head helplessly: "We have been friends for many years, how can I blame you?"

"With the license plate number, maybe we can find that person's whereabouts now."

"Sorry, boss."

Hearing Booth's words, the man in leather clothes looked ashamed and carefully closed the car door for him.

"Boss, is it still the same place?"

The leather-coated man quickly walked to the driver's seat and started the vehicle.

Thinking of his wife, Booth sighed silently in his heart. After a long time, he still had to satisfy her:

"go home."

"OK."

The man in the leather jacket started the car and told Booth the license plate number he saw.

Booth waved his hand and closed his eyes to rest.

It has been a busy day and it is not too late to deal with it when I get home. In this state, no one can escape from his grasp.

Back home, Booth was stunned for a moment when he walked into the house from the garage.

The house was silent, even the kitchen was deserted.

Could it be that April went out to fool around again, and where was his wife?

"Joan, April."

He tugged on his collar angrily and shouted loudly, ignoring the man in leather clothes behind him.

"Boss, maybe it's in the backyard."

The leather-coated man remembered something and reminded him carefully.

Booth looked back at him, pushed open the huge French glass door and walked towards the back.

Booth was a little flustered as he kept walking along the cobblestone path, but didn't hear any sound. He was relieved when he saw the two people lying on the beach chairs together.

Why did these two mother and daughter end up sleeping together?

Booth strode forward, trying to wake them up.

Looking closer, his face froze, and he felt thirsty in his throat. Joan and April were naked and hugging each other, with expressions of satisfaction on their faces.

The scene before him made Booth's heart beat faster.

Returning to his long-lost youth quickly returned to his body. He had not experienced this exciting feeling for a long time.

"Uh-huh."

Booth turned his head fiercely, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty light.

The man in leather clothes was standing behind a banana tree, carefully studying the texture of the banana leaves. There seemed to be some secret on it, which drew his gaze deeply into it.

Feeling the eyes on him, the man in leather coughed:

"Boss, I'm going back to the house to use the toilet."

"snort."

After watching the leather-clad man leave, Booth quickly walked over and picked up a large bath towel.

He looked at it carefully and reluctantly covered it with the towel.

"Wake up."

After a few pats from him, the mother and daughter finally woke up leisurely.

"Hey, Daddy."

April noticed Booth standing in front of her with an unkind expression. She quickly said hello, showed a sweet smile, and hugged him:

"When did you come back? Mommy and I were sunbathing and accidentally fell asleep."

Feeling the soft body through a layer of towels, Booth quickly turned sideways and wrapped her tightly in the towel: "Go back to the house and rest."

"oh."

April stuck out her tongue at her mother and walked into the house with light steps.

Mrs. Booth's expression was a little nervous. She was about to say something, but she noticed that Booth's eyes seemed to be able to breathe out fire.

"ah!"

She let out a soft cry, but before she could react, Booth pounced on her.

Five minutes later, Booth walked towards the house contentedly on the cobblestones. For some reason today, the path was extra slippery.

Her wife looked at Booth's leaving figure with resentment, and couldn't help but think of that person that afternoon.

That strong waist and abdomen are like a pile driver.

Mrs. Booth didn't know when the man left, and she suddenly fell asleep.

Thinking of this, she bit her lip and stretched out her palm.

On the other side, Booth hooked his coat with his fingers and walked comfortably into the house.

The man in leather clothes was reading the newspaper on the sofa, still looking like he hadn't seen anything.

Booth coughed, threw away his coat, and walked up the stairs to the office.

The man in leather clothes quickly put down the newspaper and followed his movements.

It could be seen that Booth was in a very good mood now. He whistled and opened the office door, but the next moment, the whistle suddenly stopped.

Inside the office, it was like a hurricane passing through.

The sofa was overturned, and all the file cabinets behind it were opened. Files were scattered all over the floor like snowflakes.

The oil painting on the wall fell to the ground, and the safe door opened.

Booth's expression changed drastically and he ran over quickly.

The inside of the safe was cleaner than a plate licked by a dog, and everything was gone.

His eyes went dark and his face became numb.

The man in leather clothes saw his boss shaking and about to fall to the ground, so he quickly stepped forward to help him and put him on the office chair to sit down.

Cold sweat broke out on Booth's forehead. The contents in the safe were life-threatening.

If it were leaked, no matter how many times he died, it wouldn't be enough.

"I went to call the security personnel. What do these bastards do for food? They didn't notice any movement."

The man in leather clothes felt a sense of anger when he thought about the guards who acted like nothing happened when he came in just now.

"do not go."

Booth came back to his senses and quickly stopped him: "Don't make any noise. No matter who did this, they will definitely leave clues."

At this moment, a text message rang on the phone.

Booth glanced at the message, forced himself to calm down, opened the computer with trembling fingers, and connected to the video.

"Good evening, Mr. Tres."

"Mr. Booth."

Tres across the screen was sitting in the swimming pool, enjoying the massage from the two girls behind him: "Your face doesn't look right, is there something wrong?"

"No problem, the weather here is a bit hot."

Booth quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead. If the other party discovered his flaws, he would be the first to die.

"That's good, I'll confirm with you via video."

Tres took a sip of tequila: "Have you finished what you did before?"