A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 10 One hundred million one miracle a year

Hawk listened to Zoe's words and caught one of the key words.

"This Lauren..."

Hawke originally wanted to say that this Lauren is not a student from a high school on the Upper East Side, how could he come to their school, but when he got to his mouth, he noticed the expression on Zoe's face, and suddenly changed the topic: "I remember the one at the Star Building. Student, it seems that you are the only one."

That Lauren Strack was a twelfth grader at a high school on the Upper East Side.

Hawke did the research.

After all, if he wanted to find someone he was familiar with in Xingchen Building, why would he look far away.

And now?
WTF.

Zoe nodded: "That's right, Lauren was originally from a high school on the Upper East Side, but didn't she have bad grades, so Mrs. Strack asked the director of our school. It turned out that Lauren was the first day of transfer today. Who Knew something like this was going to happen.”

Hawke: "..."

Just thinking about it made Zooey feel scared.

This is kidnapping.

Moreover, he was kidnapped by a professional killer, even at the home of the Star Building, known as Little Langley in Manhattan.

The most important day.

It seemed that the reason why Mrs. Strucker was able to call the police was not because of good luck, but because of the professional ethics of the killer.

God!

What if this is a killer with no professional ethics, or in other words, a gangster who has no bottom line?
Zooey closed her eyes a little reluctantly, and couldn't even imagine what would happen to the beautiful Mrs. Catherine Strack and her little friend Lauren Strack if this was the case. treatment.

Hawke was also a little speechless after hearing Zoe's words.

Again.

He had done the research, and if he knew in advance that Lauren Strack would be transferred to Midtown High School, he wouldn't use his classmates as an excuse, even if he didn't know him well.

but……

Forget it, it's fine.

Hawke thought about it, his disguise last night, even if the master of disguise came, he would have to walk on his knees, after all, last night, Hawke even changed his temperament.

Come to biology class.

Hawke's class this morning is different from Lorna's, so they are not in the same classroom. After all, Lorna is still in the 11th grade biology class.

"Good morning, Gwen."

"Good morning, Hawke."

Hawk walked to his seat, and greeted Gwen who was sitting next to him and looked down at the book, and then nothing.

In Gwen's words.

In school, the two of them didn't know each other well.

Ok.

Hawk also took out his biology book and put it on the table, and while waiting for the teacher to come over, he was thinking about the meeting with his killer agent at noon today.

The order last night has been approved, and the 30 commission has been withdrawn by his killer agent. After deducting 30.00% of the commission, the remaining 21 commission will be paid directly to Hawke's overseas on the bank card.

But because of an urgent order, I have to see below to take down the materials at noon today.

Hawke was a little curious about the purpose of this urgent order.

Generally speaking, such an urgent order is more complicated, but it is also the simplest.

The reason why he is complicated is that very few killers would take such an urgent order. After all, mistakes can be made when busy, and killers are no exception. Even if the information provided by the employer is complete, the killer will do his own investigation to ensure that There is nothing tricky about the list.

But Hawke is no ordinary killer.

In a word.

Hawke is short of money.

very short.

It's [-] now, and next year will be the year when the Kiritas attack the earth, although next year Hawke can run out of New York directly.

But, if you can hide for a while, can you hide for a lifetime?

Even if we escaped the wave of the Kiritas, what about Thanos' snapping of fingers?

How to hide?
Thanos snapped his fingers, but it was the fairest thing, all beings were equal, and there was a 50.00% probability for everyone.

Hawke doesn't want to put his life on this 50.00% probability. After all, he is not a life in this universe. Who knows whether he will be resurrected with Iron Man's snapping fingers half a year after the snapping fingers crisis.

What if it doesn't work?
and so……

Although there is still a little distance from the [-] million hard-earned money.

But how do you know if you don’t try?
What if it works?

All students know that a pen and a lamp will give you a miracle the night before school starts.

Hawke feels like he can do it too!

Isn't it just that there is still more than 9000 million hard-earned money, work hard, and simply take one order a week.

Young idler, an old beggar.

One year, one hundred million, one gun, it is not impossible to create miracles.

at this time.

Gwen, who was looking down at the book next to him, looked at the teacher who came in from the door, put away the book, and then glanced at the side, Hawke seemed to be in a trance, frowned, and directly put his foot under Lifted Hawke's calf.

Hawke came back to his senses in an instant, saw the biology teacher with a stern nickname walking in, glanced at Gwen next to him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Gwen gave Hawk a blank stare without leaving a trace.

"Fool, what are you thinking?"

"Miss you."

"……fool!"

Gwen gave Hawk a big white eye again, brushed the hair around her ears, and her sitting posture became very upright, with only one word exuding from her whole body.

Don't bother me, I'm going to study hard.

At this moment, Gwen is not Gwen, but a very well-known academic master in New York City, a signature student recruited by Midtown College in recent years, and a well-known student among the students, the god of learning Gwen.

45 minute later.

Hawke's notebook was blank, while Gwen's notebook next door had already densely recorded more than three pages.

teacher……

Have you talked so much?

Hawke blinked and looked at Gwen who was closing the notebook next to him.

Gwen didn't even look at Hawke.

"My next class is French, what about you?"

"……geometry."

Gwen looked at Hawke, who had a painful expression, and showed a smile, and then said in French with a smile: "Bonne chance (good luck!)"

If there is any class that Hawke hates the most, it is undoubtedly mathematics, and any category in it is what Hawke hates.

but……

This guy's foreign language skills are surprisingly high.

This is not.

Hawk listened to Gwen's French words of good luck, put away the painful expression on his face, and replied with a smile: "Thank you, if my pain can make you happy."

Gwen raised her eyebrows. In fact, she has already completed her foreign language credits, and she only took French as an elective last month, but she knows very well that Hawke's French is very orthodox, and even has an authentic old Parisian accent. .

"By the way, why are you so talented in foreign languages, such as German, Russian, Spanish, and even Eastern Chinese, but why are you not talented in mathematics?"

"Because I haven't met anyone who can give me this ability?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)