My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Since the last time he communicated with Terez, Booth also told him his operation plan in detail.

I have no choice but to take other people's money, so I naturally have to communicate the matter clearly.

Especially the money from Mexican drug lords is not so easy to get.

So Terez also knew about Booth's search for a scapegoat. The success of the plan now all depends on that person. If he can't get rid of that person, his money will be equivalent to throwing it into the sea.

"Mr. Tres, please don't worry, I almost caught him today." At this time, the man in leather also came over:

"Now that we have important clues, we will soon be able to find the whereabouts of that person."

Booth simply stood up and moved out of the way.

His mind is in chaos right now. Anyone who can get past gun-wielding guards, power grids, and monitors is definitely not an ordinary person.

He had many opponents, and for a while, he couldn't confirm his target.

Terez had a smile on his face. He knew the man in leather and was Booth's right-hand man.

He waved to the person holding the laptop and brought the screen to Terez.

He held out a finger:

"At the scene of the assassination, there were so many of you that one person escaped. This is the first time."

Therese held out a second finger with a mocking look on his face:

"I almost caught him today, which means I let him escape again. This is the second time."

After hearing what he said, the leather-clad man's face turned red and he was trying to figure out something.

Therese shook his finger, interrupting what he wanted to say, and looked at Booth standing aside: "I want to ask you, Mr. Booth, when did you become so weak."

"How many times do you have to tolerate him failing before you realize that the person standing next to you is a loser."

Booth had a straight face and quickly drew the pistol from his waist.

The next moment, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against the head of the leather-clad man.

"boom."

Warm blood splashed onto Booth's face, and he blinked quickly.

"thump."

The leather-clad man fell sideways, with a hole appearing on his head.

"Hahaha."

Terez looked at the scene happening in front of him and laughed happily. He took the cigar handed by the girl and said with satisfaction:

"This is the Booth I know."

"A person who has been with you for more than ten years can easily attack you, so cruel."

"But I like your fierceness. I don't like to see my money go down the drain. Get the matter settled as soon as possible, otherwise I will come here personally."

Terez clicked on the camera with a scarlet cigar: "You won't like me coming to find you."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Booth gasped, and he slammed the pistol on the table: "I will definitely take care of that guy, there won't be any problems."

"Hurry up and invest money. Now the publicity needs to be intensified and a lot of funds are needed."

"Remember, this time it's campaign funds. According to the previous channels, all must be remitted in small amounts. Don't make a mistake."

"Calm down, Mr. Booth."

Terezi chewed his cigar and said, "Isn't it just that a dog died? What's the big deal? Just raise another one."

"Don't worry, I'll send the money tonight."

"beep."

Video call interrupted.

Booth sat down heavily on the office chair. Fierce rap music came from April's room, and no one noticed the gunshots here.

After sitting blankly for a while, he looked at the leather-clad man lying on the ground:

"Sorry."

Booth exhaled heavily and regained his composure.

Just as he was about to stand up, he saw a small video camera placed next to the computer. This was his birthday gift to April. How could it be here?

Seeing the label paper attached to it, Booth reached out and tore it off:

"Mr. Booth, this is my gift to you. Don't forget what you promised me."

The signature was a smiling face and the handwriting was unfamiliar. He had never seen it before.

Booth quickly picked up the camera and opened the screen.

Pressing play, when he saw the scene inside, his face flushed as if he could bleed.

After a while, Booth freed one hand and lowered it from the table.

Twenty minutes later, looking at his wife and daughter's limp state, Booth also shivered a few times.

"You fxxk me once, I fxxk you twice."

When he heard those words, Booth gasped heavily and his beard twitched.

Unexpectedly, that person came to the door.

After venting his anger, Booth's brain became extremely clear.

The other party probably wanted to use the contents of his safe to threaten him and make him reveal those who hunted stowaways.

Regardless of how he got in, it's unclear how he knew the password.

Booth only understood one thing now. The moment this man stole the contents of his safe, the two sides could only fight to the death.

Looking at the video in the camera, Booth reluctantly deleted it.

Although he clearly captured the appearance of the worker, those inside were his wife and daughter, and he would not use this to kill them both.

Ethan looked at Bumblebee walking away, holding the suit jacket in his hand and walking towards the front door.

Through radar monitoring, there was only one person in the house, and he was still in the original position, without any problems.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

As soon as he opened the door with Rivera's key, a low hum came from inside.

He threw the things in the living room and walked to the door of the bedroom. Rivera was struggling on the bed, her feet twisted into a strange posture.

Seeing Ethan appear, Rivera immediately cast an angry look.

She kept looking at the silver bracelet on her hand, blinking rapidly.

This time Ethan took out the handcuff key directly from his pocket, unlocked her, and took a few steps back.

I thought she would do something to him, after all, he had tied her up for so long.

Unexpectedly, after untying the restraints, Rivera hurriedly untied the clothes tied to her feet. She didn't even have time to untie the towel around her mouth, and ran outside quickly.

"boom."

The sound of the bathroom door closing sounded loudly, followed by the sound of rushing water.

Ethan slapped his forehead, no wonder she looked like that just now.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened.

Rivera rushed out with a strong wind and punched Ethan.

He was at fault first, so Ethan didn't dare to fight back and stepped aside.

However, because she had been tied up for a long time, Rivera's hands and feet were numb, and she fell down on the sofa.

Ethan suppressed his laughter and was careful to prevent her from attacking again.

Unexpectedly, Levia lay down on the sofa and started sobbing, her shoulders twitching as well.

Ethan couldn't stand it now, but when he saw the dark ring on Rivera's pants, he understood immediately and scratched his head in embarrassment.

You are such a big man, how can you not be angry if you make yourself wet your pants?

Ethan had no choice but to walk over and pat her shoulder lightly:

"Sorry, I'm late."

The matter of peeing one's pants cannot be revealed even to death. If she did, Rivera would have to beat herself to death.

"Snapped."

Rivera slapped his hand away, quickly got up from the sofa and walked into the bedroom.

After a while, she walked out of the bedroom angrily holding clothes and towels.

Without looking at Ethan, he walked into the bathroom again, and soon the sound of bathing could be heard inside.

Ethan had no choice but to step out of the balcony, take out his cigarette and light it.

After smoking a cigarette, Rivera finally walked out of the bathroom.

On her body, she directly put on a large basketball jersey, purple and gold color, with a number 8 in the middle that was particularly conspicuous.

Under the basketball shirt, you can't tell whether you are wearing pants or not, as they hang directly down to your thighs.