The wanton life of a certain beauty

Every job has a probation period.

killer...

Naturally, this industry is no exception. However, compared with the probation period of three months in other professions, the probation period in the assassin industry can be described as simple and crude.

A task, a person's name.

Completed, automatically converted to normal.

Can't finish?

Sorry, the unlucky guy who was committed suicide by Booker not long ago is the best proof.

And the envelope that Old Black Sloan handed to Booker when he left temporarily recorded Booker's task of becoming a regular employee during the probation period.

only……

In the photo retrieved from the envelope, the person in the photo is a man. If there is anything particularly obvious about him, then the most obvious thing is that he is handsome.

Except for the word handsome, there is no way to describe the man in the photo, because that would be an insult to this man.

but……

There is a small problem!

"Booker Underwood!"

Booker looked at the note with his name written on it that came out with the photo, and couldn't help but be stunned for two or three seconds. Then, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Haha."

Catherine Vivian, who was next to her, leaned over, caught her eye, and couldn't help but froze on the spot.

next second.

Catherine Vivian frowned and said, "Does Sloan already know your identity?"

Booker turned to look at Vivian, who seemed to be thinking about him.

"impossible."

"So sure?"

Booker shook his head and said: "I chose the identity of Eddie Tyrone. There are no more than five people who know about this operation. Apart from you, I will believe the other few people."

Vivian frowned after hearing Booker's words: "Are you doubting me?"

Booker looked at Vivian and said nothing.

quite a while.

Booker raised the corners of his mouth slightly and shook his head: "No, it's even more impossible for you."

"why?"

"I will kill!"

"..."

Old Black Sloan may not know Booker, but Vivian must know him very well.

Booker dares to kill.

and……

Shooting, what's more, there is no psychological pressure. When he was at the Manhattan port terminal, Booker had already proved this with practical actions. If Vivian leaked his identity to Lao Hei Sloan, Lao Hei Sloan was not sure whether he would die, but it was obvious that Vivian would definitely die.

at the moment?

Booker looked at the note and photo with his name written on his hand. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, whether it is or not, let's finish it first."

This is a regularization task.

If it cannot be completed, then there will be no way to become a regular undercover agent and go to the textile factory. If it cannot enter the textile factory, then there will be no way to collect the evil evidence of the textile factory. If no evidence is collected, the case will not be solved.

The most important thing.

He will not be able to complete his dungeon tasks, and he will not be able to get rewards or anything like that.

Isn't it just killing people?

What's so hard about this?

At most, the target killed this time was somewhat unexpected.

Booker chuckled lightly and stuffed the photo and the note with his name into his pocket, looking very relaxed.

Catherine Vivian was not relaxed, but looked at Booker's appearance and frowned: "If you want to act in a play, you should know that by then, there will be other people observing your acting. You can’t fool them.”

Booker looked at Vivian with a smile on his face: "Dear, are you caring about me?"

Vivian also looked at Booker with a smile on her face: "Dear, I'm just worried about my reputation. For a broker, nothing is more important than her reputation."

Once a broker who is involved in the dark world is exposed and chooses to cooperate with the police undercover, it will undoubtedly be a devastating blow to her career.

Booker chuckled, put his pockets in, turned around, and walked towards the door, waving his hands without looking back: "Our deal has been completed, Ms. Vivian, you don't need to worry about anything else. .”

Done.

Booker directly pushed open the door, which had excellent sound insulation, inserted a surveillance guard beside it that no one else could see, and then walked in the direction he came from without looking back.

The transaction they made with Catherine Vivian at that time was just that Catherine Vivian recommended him to Old Heisloan.

That's it.

Now that the transaction has been completed, if you don't leave, why keep it?

Booker is also very principled when it comes to transactions. Just as he promised the scumbags in Hell's Kitchen, he would give money to eliminate disasters. Booker kept his word.

not to mention……

Booker has not forgotten who Catherine Vivian is.

[Affiliation: "CIA!"]

Catherine Vivian's real profession is the CIA. Although, I have to say that in several friendly matches, Booker felt that he quite enjoyed the tacit and passionate cooperation with Catherine Vivian.

Can……

Like and love are two different concepts.

Booker likes Catherine Vivian, who is blonde and has a unique temperament, and he also enjoys being with Catherine Vivian.

but……

Like is not love!

Therefore, Booker pulled away without thinking.

but……

ten seconds later.

Booker returned to the room, looked at Catherine Vivian who seemed to be still stunned, and coughed: "Well, please send me out, thank you!"

Catherine Vivian turned to look at Booker standing at the door, and the big man in black not far away, with his hands folded in front of him, watching with vigilance.

next second.

Catherine Vivian looked at Booker charmingly and smiled.

Booker's mouth twitched.

damn it.

When I complete the dungeon mission this time, the Continental Hotel, right, my next target for promotion and salary increase will be on you. Non-members cannot leave on their own. I want to take a look. By then, you must be Will he kneel down or lie down and beg me to leave?

10 minute later.

Catherine Vivian almost pressed against Booker's body, and then took off Booker's eyepatch.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome."

Catherine Vivian took back her rose eye patch and looked at Booker sitting next to her with a smile: "Dear, I thought..."

The words have not yet fallen!

The black business car stopped slowly.

Booker raised his eyebrows.

Catherine Vivian frowned and asked the driver driving in front in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

The driver quickly replied: "Police."

next second.

A uniformed policeman walked over to the driver's window.

The driver quickly said: "Police officer..."

The uniformed police officer directly interrupted the driver's speech, looked at Booker sitting in the back seat, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a cold tone: "Stop the engine, ID!"

Booker laughed!

……