A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 112 Hawk's Ally (Please Subscribe!!)

This is the only guarantee that Hawke can give George.

A promise that he can walk the talk.

after all……

You can never save someone who wants to die.

Hawke tried.

twice.

Unfortunately, it all ended in failure.

Even though Hawke told George so clearly and clearly that if he persisted, he would die, but George still made his own choice unmoved.

He looked like a fool.

But here comes a lovely fool.

Therefore, after the persuasion failed, the only guarantee Hawk could give was to take good care of Helen, Gwen and the three cubs after George's death.

He's no heartless little spider.

His father sacrificed himself to save you, so you turned around and broke up with his daughter?

what?
George asked before he died?

Alright, then, let’s split it up a little bit more simply, don’t be inseparable. In the end, the father’s body is not cold, and it’s not been a month yet, and he is entangled with his daughter again.

If the little spider took good care of the family, it would be fine, but in the end, the family would be destroyed directly.

Hawk can't do this kind of thing.

So in Hawke's heart, even if everyone thinks that the little spider is a superhero, but for Hawke, the little spider has never been a superhero.

For Hawke, the little spider is just a little kid who got extraordinary power by luck and likes to show off his power.

It's like a little kid who picked up a nuclear weapon in the vegetable market.

This is why Hawke ignored the little spider.

In this way, a little spider with extraordinary power but no corresponding intelligence, anyone who comes into contact with him will die in the hands of the little spider.

When Hawke knocked on the door and walked into Gwen's bedroom, Gwen had already changed into her pajamas and was leaning on the headboard of the bed, curling up her feet, reading the novel in her hand.

Gwen looked at Hawk who came in, got up quickly, and with a whoosh, she threw herself at the end of the bed, looking at Hawk expectantly: "How is it?"

Hawk blinked: "What?"

"what's the result."

With a pull of both hands, Gwen pulled Hawke onto the bed, put his arms around Hawke and said, "How was the conversation with Dad, did you have a good conversation?"

Hawke nodded: "I feel quite happy."

This can be regarded as a heart-to-heart conversation between a man and a man, between a killer and a police detective. It's just that neither of them accepted each other's suggestions.

If speaking in official language, that is, during this conversation, Hawke and George had a frank exchange. The two fully exchanged opinions on some topics of concern, which enhanced the mutual understanding. Talking on the rooftop is beneficial, but both sides have reservations about each other's suggestions.

but……

This is also a kind of progress.

Or to use official words, this time the rooftop conversation between Hawke and George can be called an [ice-breaking conversation].

Gwen didn't know what happened on the rooftop. He was very happy to hear what Hawke said, and the smile on his face made him even happier: "I just said that Dad is very easy to get along with. I'm very happy, Hawke."

Hawk looked at Gwen with a smile.

Gwen put her arms around Hawk's neck, leaned against Hawk, and said with a smile: "My two favorite men can finally coexist peacefully, which makes me very happy and happy."

Hawke raised his eyebrows and didn't speak.

after awhile.

Hawk and Gwen came out of the bedroom, and after going down the stairs, they greeted Helen who was sitting on the sofa, indicating that they were leaving.

Gwen turned her head to look at the restaurant, a little strange: "Mom, where's Dad?"

"gone."

"what."

"It's back in the game."

"Working overtime again?"

Gwen frowned and said, "I thought Dad would stay at home tonight."

Helen didn't speak.

soon.

After Hawk put on his shoes, he hugged Gwen again who walked to the door to see him off, and then greeted Helen again, before walking out of the apartment.

"Drip!"

The silver Audi A8 parked on the side of the road flashed its lights twice.

Hawk approached, opened the car door, and sat on it. After starting the car, he swung his right hand and found the business card that Ekaterina had handed him earlier. After glancing at the address on it, he put it away, and then put the car As soon as the brake on the car was released, the car was driven directly and left the street smoothly.

By the time Hawk shuttled the vehicle through a small alley onto Brooklyn Avenue, the original silver body had turned into a somewhat bright black color again.

When the license plate was in the alley just now, it automatically turned up and was replaced with a new license plate number.

Even Hawke, who was driving at this moment, had changed into the appearance of the killer King under surveillance by the New York Police Department.

next second!
hum!
The engine roared, and the bright black A8 carried Hawk, galloping on Brooklyn Avenue, and galloping towards the destination at high speed.

After half an hour.

Hawke drove into the community street, slowly reduced the speed of the vehicle, and then slowly parked on the side of a house with the number [-] written on it.

Hawk, who was sitting in the car, turned his head and looked at the house through the co-pilot's window.

The lights are on.

but……

There was no sound.

Although the former police detective John Hope is 42 years old this year, according to the information, this John Hope lives alone.

John Hope had a wife, but after he was demoted from a police detective to a police officer, his wife divorced him and went back to her hometown.

Hawk opened the car door, got out of the car, looked around, and then, with his hands in his pockets, walked straight towards John Hope's house.

"Dong dong!"

"...Who is it?"

John Hope opened the door with a glass of beer in his hand, and then, looking at Hawke at the door, frowned: "Who are you and what are you doing?"

Hawk showed a slight smile, and politely extended his friendly right hand to John Hope: "Introduce yourself, King, the King of the Killer King!"

John Hope was taken aback when he heard this, and looked at Hawke.

Hawke smiled.

next second.

John Hope's face changed suddenly, and he directly threw the wine bottle in his hand towards Hawk in front of him.

Hawke's head tilted, and with a whoosh, the wine bottle passed over Hawke's head, and after flying for a certain distance, due to gravity, it fell on the stone slab outside and burst open.

John Hope had turned and ran toward the house.

Hawk turned his head and glanced at the broken beer bottle outside, shook his head, walked into the house, and then closed the door from the inside.

"Crack!"

John Hope, who had already ran to the sofa and found his pistol, quickly opened the safety of the pistol, loaded it, and aimed at Hawke: "Don't move!"

talking.

John Hope took out the phone on the side, ready to call the police.

Hawk smiled slightly: "I don't think you should make this call."

John Hope sneered, and looked at Hawk vigilantly: "Oh, because of what?"

Hawke's tone was the same as before, without any ups and downs. He just said lightly: "Because you don't want your colleagues to know the truth about your ex-wife's death."

John Hope narrowed his eyes, and the finger pressing the number couldn't help but stop in place.

"what?"

"You heard that right."

Although the information shows that John Hope's ex-wife returned to her hometown after the divorce.

but……

Hawke asked Ekaterina to look it up, and three months after John Hope's divorce, his ex-wife's credit card records or something stopped completely.

Although it was stopped after three months, it can be forged.

Under the gaze of John Hope, Hawke, with his hands in his pockets, didn't seem to pay attention to the pistol pointed at him at all. While walking towards the sofa, he looked at John Hope and said, "Don't worry, But no one gave me money to kill you, at least not now, I came here to discuss a business with you."

He is a killer, so John Hope was very nervous when he saw him. Hawke understood this very well and would not take John Hope's rudeness to heart.

However, John Hope did not relax his vigilance, and the muzzle moved to Hawke who had already sat down on the sofa as he walked around: "What do you mean by that, what kind of business, what kind of cooperation. "

Hawk smiled: "Of course it's a 5000 million cooperation."

John Hope was slightly taken aback.

did not speak.

Hawke glanced at the expression on John Hope's face, smiled again, stretched out his hand to gesture to the sofa opposite, and said in an anti-customer manner: "Now, you can put the gun away, I will kill you, and I will not talk to you at all. nonsense."

John Hope hesitated for a moment, chose to put down the pistol in his hand, stared at Hawke with flickering eyes, and then, following the direction of Hawke's finger, sat on the sofa opposite Hawke.

"now it's right."

Seeing this, Hawk said with a smile: "I know that there are some misunderstandings between me and the New York Police Department, but, Detective Hope, there is no misunderstanding between you and me, and even the relationship between us is okay. Take it a step further."

such as……

Be my partner.

John Hope turned a blind eye to this sentence, just looked at Hawk blankly, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by 5000 million?"

Hawke smiled and said, "What do you think, what do I mean? We can cooperate. The New York Police Department has no way to keep the money. Instead of making it cheaper for others, it's better for us to split it up. What do you think? "

John Hope snorted coldly.

"I don't think so."

"Oh why."

"Let's not talk about why I want to cooperate with you, even if I have this idea, why should I cooperate with you, I can earn this money myself."

"can you?"

Hawke asked a question, and then shook his head without waiting for John Hope to answer.

"No, you can't!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)