A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 119 Lying Flat George (please subscribe!)

"Ding dong!"

Hawke, who had just parked the car in the garage, got out of the car, and the mobile phone in his hand sent out a text message prompt: "You have a new text message."

Hawke turned on the phone, clicked on the text message, and a picture was being refreshed.

after awhile.

Just when Hawk walked from the garage to the bar in the living room, the picture was refreshed.

"Ok?"

Hawke looked at the candid photo, looked at the two men and one woman who appeared in the photo, his eyes fell on the only woman, and he blinked: "Tired of logging?"

wrong.

It should have just hit the face.

Hawke shook his head. After all, Logger is a group of thieves. No matter how he thinks about it, it is impossible to change into an agent of the Department of Homeland Security.

But, it seems.

Looking at the woman in the photo who looks very much like Letty, the lumberjack sister-in-law, Hawke thought so.

turn around.

Pour wine.

Hawk frowned, and after sending the photo to Ekaterina, he turned on the garbage disposal machine in the pool and threw the mobile phone in his hand into it.A new disposable phone was taken out of the cabinet again.

The call is connected.

Hawke took a sip of the wine in his glass and asked his ally, John Hope, the mole of the New York Police Department.

"These three people, is that Harrison?"

"...Harrison is not here."

"Ok?"

"I thought he was there too, but after I went in, I found out that Harrison and his assistant were not there, only these three people were there."

"is it?"

"Correct."

Hawk touched his chin.

If he remembered correctly, what George was saying was that Harrison was the DHS agent who thought about him, and without Harrison, what's the use of getting a picture of these three little chickens?
"Have you seen this Harrison?"

"No, they came here in the afternoon, and I was trying to figure out if I could get into the interrogation room."

"……Row!"

Seeing that John Hope could not provide any more information, Hawke hung up the phone decisively. Like the previous mobile phone, he did the same thing and threw the prepaid mobile phone that had just been disassembled for less than a minute into the kitchen waste. In the shredder, he took out his frequently used mobile phone and called Yekaterina.

Yekaterina has already received the photo that Hawke just sent, and Yekaterina, who was thinking about how to investigate, answered Hawke's call: "I know I'm very good, but I'm not good enough yet, you A photo is sent one second, and I can tell you the information of the three people in the photo the next second."

That's not how intelligence brokers work.

It also takes time for my mother to consult others before she can know the names, ages, and social security numbers of the three guys in the photo.

Hearing Ekaterina's complaining words, Hawke smiled and said: "No, there is no Harrison in this photo, three little ones, don't waste time."

Ekaterina nodded: "I'll find a way to check with the informant from the Department of Homeland Security to see if I can get the information about this Harrison, no last name?"

"No."

"it is good."

Ekaterina said: "By the way, I received news from my side that Stanislav has hired a lawyer and should be negotiating with the New York Police Department tomorrow."

Once Zach Steiner's lawyer intervenes, the New York Police Department will not be able to keep Zach Steiner for long.

This also means that Zach Steiner will soon be transferred from the New York Police Department to the prison.

Hawke said I got it, and then hung up the phone.

the next day.

Workday, school day.

Like other students, Hawke got up in the morning and had breakfast with Lorna. Lorna went to school first, and Hawke drove to Gwen's apartment. Driving towards the school, it seems that there is no sign of being ready for 5000 million at all.

In the New York Police Department.

As the working hours approached, the legal team hired by Stanislav appeared at the door of the Twelfth Branch Bureau like soldiers, and the first thing they said after entering was that they wanted to see the client and their chief.

"George."

Beckett, who received the news from downstairs, found George who had just woken up in the office: "Stani's lawyer is here."

George folded the recliner and nodded without the slightest surprise when he heard the news: "It's almost here. Is that Harrison from Homeland Security back?"

Beckett shrugged: "No, only the guy named Coulson is there."

George nodded: "Call that guy, don't they want to help, just right, let's go see the lawyer together."

Beckett smiled: "Okay."

After half an hour.

The top lawyer in New York City, who has the temperament of a soldier who is invincible in all battles, met Zach Steiner, the client in uniform, in the interrogation room. In Zach Steiner, he confirmed that the New York Police Department did not abuse or beat him, but simply After imprisoning him, the lawyer turned around with an angry expression on his face, looked at George and Coulson who had come with George, and said angrily: "Detective Stacey, I need to remind you that you are the New York Police Department. It's not a prison, even if my client is convicted, he should be in prison instead of here!"

George said nothing about the lawyer's anger: "We are only protecting your client."

The lawyer froze.

He thought that he had no integrity, but he didn't expect that there was someone who could tell lies with open eyes.

"Protection, what protection?"

"We are afraid that your client will escape from prison."

"..."

Being rescued, although it was rescued, does not change the fact that Zach Stanis escaped from prison.

The lawyer was speechless and was too lazy to communicate with George: "The New York Police Department has no right to keep my client here. You must unconditionally let my client go back to prison as soon as possible. My client should be in prison. Not here."

When the lawyer said this, he was in a trance.

After all, in the past, he tried every means to save his client from going to prison. Unexpectedly, one day, he would choose to let his client go to prison as soon as possible.

George directly dumped the pot: "It's not me who made this decision, but our director, and the agent Coulson from the Department of Homeland Security next to me."

Coulson, who was still in a daze about meeting the lawyer and why he brought him, heard this, and couldn't help but glance at George, who was beside him with a calm expression.

George's expression didn't change at all, as if he was simply repeating a simple fact.

But this fact is false.

MMP.

Who told me that Detective George Stacey is a good and law-abiding detective? With his ability to talk nonsense, he is not a pure serious crime detective.

After George's words, the lawyer's eyes shifted to Coulson with a swish.

"Homeland Security?"

The lawyer frowned: "How could the Department of Homeland Security intervene in my client's case?"

Coulson withdrew his gaze from George and looked at the lawyer: "This needs to be asked of your client. If your client can revoke the 5000 million reward, we will not ask about this matter."

"My client just said it casually, or does my client have no freedom to speak after being convicted?"

The lawyer did not accept this reason, and said directly: "In short, even if it is the Department of Homeland Security, my client has already been convicted. Without any formalities, you cannot transfer my client without authorization. My client , must go back to prison, if the two detain my client again without reason, I will sue the New York Police Department and the Department of Homeland Security under the authorization of my client."

George was not in a hurry when he heard this sentence, but nodded as if I agreed with your point of view, and changed himself, as if he had become an accomplice of a lawyer, looking at Coulson: "Agent Coulson, what is this?" The lawyer was right that there was no reason for us to continue detaining his client."

Coulson looked at George numbly.

By the way, which side are you on?

Coulson was a little confused about George's stance. After all, before yesterday, George was still acting like a righteous fighter. How could he suddenly change his painting style into this appearance after a night of effort.

but……

Right now, I'm not thinking about George's style of painting, but right now, facing the lawyer's questioning and George's blame, Coulson opened his mouth, looking a bit incapable of making decisions.

After all, the specific action plan they want to capture King has not yet been decided, and this time the leader is not himself, but his male god boss Nick Fury.

Without Nick Fury, Coulson has no way to call the shots.

fortunately.

Just when Coulson was thinking about how to answer this question, the director of the [-]th Bureau just walked in.

The director seemed to know the lawyer. After entering, he immediately laughed and greeted the lawyer with a smile, and then invited the lawyer to sit in his office for a while.

After Coulson saw someone coming to make a rescue, he looked at the director and the lawyer walking away, couldn't help but wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and then walked out of the interrogation room. After coming outside, he took out his phone and prepared to Tell his male god boss about the emergency that happened here.

In a word.

They were going to have the NYPD charge ahead, and they'd clean up the mess and catch King.

at the moment?

The New York Police Department seemed to be lying flat. Now, all the pressure was concentrated on their side inexplicably.

Coulson opened the phone, without having to look for it at all, he rang the number already engraved in his heart, and dialed his male god boss.

Nick Fury!

……

(End of this chapter)