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Sun, sand, sea.

Sexy beauties in bikinis and guys showing off their abs.

Oh, of course, there are always a few uncles who are in poor shape.

Everyone was clearly having a good time, though.

After all, this is Hawaii, a vacation paradise!

Here you should throw away all your troubles and enjoy the crazy fun and entertainment.

Grace stood on the surfboard and went up to the waves several meters high.

She successfully crossed a wave, and the feeling of riding the wind and waves made her feel extremely comfortable.

The surfing time was not too long, and Grace quickly returned to the beach.

Her mid-length black hair hung wetly over her shoulders. She brushed her hair with her hands and walked towards her beach chair with a surfboard.

"Hey, beauty." The man who had been watching for a long time finally got up the courage to strike up a conversation.

Grace turned her head to look over and smiled at him: "Huh?"

The man blushed and his heart beat, my God, she looks so charming.

"I mean, you..." The man suddenly stopped in the middle of the conversation.

Because he saw the scars on the woman's body.

Grace has a good figure with protruding front and back, and her facial features are deep and delicate, she seems to be of Russian descent.

The muscle lines are strong but not obtrusive, and the skin under the sun is extremely fair, delicate and attractive.

But at the same time, she had a scar on her chest that extended to her shoulder.

Although it wasn't serious, the man who came to strike up a conversation was still scared away by the scar. He found a lame reason and left in a hurry.

Grace curled her lips, shook her head and said softly, "It's really boring."

This was already the first few men she met who came to strike up a conversation during her vacation in Hawaii.

Everyone smiles flatteringly at her at first, and everyone walks away because of her scars.

Really boring.

For Grace, who never hides her scars, it's more of a warning.

This is a part of her body, there is no need to hide it.

And men who can't accept these are really not in her eyes.

Grace plugged the surfboard next to the deck chair and walked to the washing machine.

The slightly warm water washed away some of the grit on her body, and she stroked her hair and wrung it dry.

Back on the recliner, she picked up the towel and wiped it off a little, then took out a lollipop from her backpack.

—Grape.

Grace squinted her eyes, and the side of her face with the lollipop in her mouth was slightly puffed up, revealing a cuteness that was a little out of character for her age.

Very enjoyable, very comfortable.

Grace was just about to lie down and listen to music to rest for a while, but she turned sharply behind her in the next second.

She took out the pistol/gun in the bag in an instant, turned around and looked at the group of people behind her.

"There are guns!" shouted the leading police officer in the distance.

Grace glanced over, and several police officers rushed over and surrounded her in an instant.

what's the situation?

The woman narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly.

She bit the lollipop in her mouth hard, and threw the paper stick on the small table.

I was about to eat slowly when I was interrupted.

Unhappy.

Although she is not a law-abiding person, she doesn't remember doing anything illegal that required the police to surround her.

"Grace Louisa, you are suspected of killing Maggie Tennyson, lay down your arms!"

The leading policeman yelled sharply, his body tensed up, as if he was very wary of Grace.

After all, the average person doesn't come surfing with a gun.

So wrong.

Grace twitched her lips, she didn't recognize Maggie at all, okay?

However, she didn't want to do anything spectacular.

—like a shootout with the police on the beach.

God knows she really just came to Hawaii for vacation!

Grace sighed, raised her hands above her head, the hand/gun circled her finger, she put it lightly on the ground, and kicked it.

Really, the old man will get annoyed again when he finds out.

The officers glanced at each other secretly, all the more wary of Grace surrendering so easily.

"Kneel down!" shouted the policeman.

Grace frowned and replied, "I won't resist."

"Don't make me say it a second time, kneel down!" The policeman held the gun tightly.

To be honest, she really, really dislikes kneeling.

Grace sighed and said, "...gentlemen, I'm wearing a bikini, okay?"

From head to toe, no matter how you look at it, it is harmless.

"Do you need to be so vigilant against a woman who has no power to restrain the chicken?" Grace smiled.

"I'm very cooperative."

The old policeman in charge weighed the authenticity of her words, and finally stepped forward and handcuffed her.

And she did not resist as she said.

The other young policemen immediately surrounded him.

Grace shook off the policeman who was holding her back, and then showed a faint smile, which made the young policeman look dazed.

"I think I'll walk."

*****

"The deceased Maggie Tennyson was 35 years old. I think the two of you can understand the cause of death at a glance."

"It was due to this bullet wound to her head."

Forensic doctor Max squatted beside the victim, speaking slowly and steadily.

"OK, Max," the blond man looked a little short, but he still couldn't hide his handsomeness, "Anything else?"

Obviously, the forensic doctor's usual slow tone made the blond detective a little anxious.

"Oh, yes."

Max slowly raised the woman's arm, which was covered with scars.

Burns, knife wounds, and bruises from hard beatings all indicate one thing—the victim has been abused.

The blonde detective frowned slightly, and the tall dark-haired man over there came back.

"Hey Danny, Max, any findings?"

The dark-haired man was tall, a head taller than the blond detective, and looked imposing.

He is the captain of Task Force H50 - Steve McGarrett.

"Our victims were abused and executed with a single shot," Danny explained simply.

A headshot shot to the forehead is often referred to as an 'execution'.

The dark-haired man had just looked through the entire hotel room.

The room door showed no signs of being violently opened, but the hotel cleaning staff who found the body said the door was open when she came to clean the room.

She felt strange and walked in, but she never expected to see such a scene.

This terrified her, and she called the police.

The room was already a mess, the desk lamp fell to the ground, and the lampshade was broken all over the floor, as if the victim had resisted someone with it.

However, looking closely at other places, McGarrett felt a little strange.

The towels in the bathroom were folded into cubes, and the clothes were hung evenly at the same distance.

Except for the place that was messed up, everything else revealed a little sense of rigor.

The whole room gave McGarrett a very familiar feeling.

Well... very similar to his own habits.

Before McGarrett could figure out why, another member of his team pulled up the yellow line and walked in.

"Hey, Boss," the Asian-looking woman just hung up the phone, "Duke and the others just arrested the guest in this room."

McGarrett raised his eyebrows and asked, "Didn't the victim book this room?"

"Well, let me see..." Konocha checked the information he just got, "it's a woman named Grace Louisa."

"Duke said she had a gun." The victim was shot in the head with a single shot.

However, McGarrett's expression became subtle after hearing the name.

Etc., etc……

Grace Louisa? ? ?

*****

Grace sat on a chair in the interrogation room bored in every possible way.

The cuffs on her wrists caracaloned as she moved.

The prison guards stood there seemingly expressionless, but their eyeballs darted to Grace.

After all, you can't help but stare at a beautiful woman in a bikini.

—It would have been better without that scar.

Grace wondered what had happened to take her from the sun-soaked beach to this eerie interrogation room.

She made sure she didn't do anything illegal while on vacation.

Let alone a big case that required so many police officers to surround her.

With a click, the door handle was turned.

A tall, dark-haired man and a short, blond detective walked in.

Grace suddenly showed a slightly surprised expression, and McGarrett froze in place when he saw her.

"Steve?" The woman who had been looking unhappy showed a big smile.

McGarrett's expression also changed into surprise, and he walked over quickly.

"Oh my God, Mooney! It's really you!" He wanted to give his friend a hug, but it was a bit difficult to do it due to posture problems.

Grace broke free from the handcuffs and gave him a big hug with open arms.

Danny was stunned, and the prison guards behind him were in an awkward situation of not knowing whether to draw their guns.

"Wait, wait, explain to me." Danny tore the two apart and asked in a very broken voice.

"Why did you hug her like this? Why did she break free of the handcuffs all of a sudden?!"

"what's the situation?!"

"Isn't she the suspect we're going to interrogate?!"

The blond detective asked one question after another, speaking extremely fast.

Grace laughed, and she teased, "Steve, your current partner looks like a chatterbox."

"Oh, believe me, he gives me a headache every day." McGarrett said without hesitation.

"Hey, hello?? When did I nag?" Danny was extremely dissatisfied with his rhetoric.

"OK Danno, come meet my brother - Grace Louisa."

Danny looked at his good partner with a suffocated face, and then at Grace in a bikini.

This is unquestionably a woman.

"Brother?" Danny asked with difficulty.

"Oh yes, she's a SEAL too."

"The best sniper ever."

Today's Detective Danny is constantly being refreshed by his partner.

Then again, are there any women in the Navy SEALs? !

The author has something to say: Open a new article!It was agreed to open at the end of February, sorry for the lateness _(:з」∠)_

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