A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 132 I'm Just a Kind Citizen (Please Subscribe!!)
Nick Fury was dumbfounded when he heard the report from his most loyal and reliable younger brother Coulson.

"Watfark!"

Nick Fury, as always, exploded the innate talent of their race: "Waterfake, Phil, I let you go to catch King, King is your first priority, who told you to go really Helped the NYPD get that shitty Zack Steiner?"

Facing the scolding from his black boss, Coulson was also a little numb.

"Boss." Coulson said a little speechlessly: "This Detective Stacey never gave me a chance to refuse, and I don't want to."

Just now, after George finished talking to him, after the main force of the escort task became them, he said goodbye to him directly and said that he would go home for dinner.

Coulson was in a trance immediately.

This case is yours, we are just here to help you.

result……

The ADC is directly bad, and the support is forced to take the lead?
"what?"

Nick Fury was stunned when he heard this sentence, and then, the next second, he seemed to think of something: "Shet, damn NYPD!"

Coulson didn't dare to speak when he heard the curse coming from the phone.

Nick Fury seems to be figuring out what's going on.

Very simple.

The New York Police Department is completely throwing the pot away. After they are forced to become the main force, even if something happens tomorrow, even if New York City is smashed, it is their responsibility and has nothing to do with the New York Police Department.

what?
Did the NYPD think so before?

Correct.

But now they are not hiding it, and they are doing it directly.

Thinking this way is fundamentally different from doing it directly.

"Fake!"

After Nick Fury reacted, he took a deep breath: "Damn it, at the meeting of the five overlords next month, I must get law enforcement power."

Otherwise, it would be too passive.

If you rush to help other law enforcement agencies solve cases, it's fine if you don't appreciate it. You even need to pay out of your own pocket and bribe some very greedy executives to let them act in the name of law enforcement agencies.

Coulson opened his mouth: "Then what should we do now?"

Nick Fury took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and said in a deep voice: "Let us play the main force, and hold Zach Steiner in our hands, so that we can ensure that King will appear in front of us."

Coulson nodded: "I see."

Nick Fury hung up the phone directly.

He needs to be quiet, because even if King is captured this time, he conservatively estimates that he will need to send a large amount of funds to the Department of Homeland Security in the future.

After all, the Department of Homeland Security only agreed to take the blame, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. itself should be responsible for the amount of damage caused by this scapegoat.

Damn, next month, I must get law enforcement clearance.

Nick Fury stood on the balcony of the presidential suite of the most luxurious hotel in New York City, with one single eye, looking at the gradually dimming sky, his eyes flickered.

"George."

"Has John Hope's mailbox been hacked?"

"Yes, there is a very interesting message, I sent it to you, you can read it."

"it is good."

According to the director's instructions, George, who clearly blamed the Department of Homeland Security, received a message from Beckett just after he parked his car downstairs in his apartment building.

After George locked the car, he walked into the elevator of the apartment and opened a picture that Beckett had just sent.

The picture is a screenshot of John Hope's mailbox, and it is a deleted and sent email content recovered by technical means.

The content is simple.

The transfer time is Thursday, the specific route is undecided!

recipient……

unknown.

Like the several prepaid cell phone numbers that appear in John Hope's phone call log, the recipient's email address was also untraceable.

This content...

John Hope mutinied?
After George stepped out of the elevator, he opened the door of the house with his cell phone on his usual expression, thinking in his heart.

then……

"Good evening, George!"

"……good evening."

George saw Hawk who had already rushed to his house ahead of him.

moment.

A flash of lightning, with a click, shuttled through George's mind.

Wakali Masida.

I understand!

Almost at the moment George saw Hawke, why Hawke was going to that house, several prepaid numbers in John Hope's mobile phone, and the deleted email in the mail, all of this, They were quickly connected in series, and then formed a complete and reasonable closed loop.

In a word.

Hawke is killing people!
Yes.

It all says the same thing.

Hawke must have found John Hope and asked John Hope to be his internal agent, and asked the latter to confirm the time of escorting 5000 million from him. .

but……

Wait a moment.

George frowned suddenly.

This is not right.

To kill people and silence them, how to say, should wait until 5000 million is in hand.

Hawk had no reason to start early, what if the information he got was false?

and many more.

fake?

George narrowed his eyes, thinking of the time when the recovered letter was sent, and that day, John Hope who came to his office suddenly and asked him to give him another chance.

next second.

George came back to his senses and looked at Hawke who was helping his wife Helen carry the food from the kitchen. This time, he had a complete insight.

He thoroughly figured out what was going on!

After dinner.

George wiped the corner of his mouth, got up, Hawke seemed to be eating well, and invited very calmly: "Talk on the rooftop?"

Hawke glanced at George and nodded: "Okay."

Seeing this, Helen looked at George curiously: "I noticed that you seem to have a lot to talk to Hawke recently. What are you talking about?"

Gwen didn't speak, but looked curiously at Hawk who got up.

George said coolly: "Men's business!"

Helen raised her eyebrows.

It's been a few days without sleeping on the sofa, I don't know who is the king in the family?

Hawke smiled at Gwen, then leaned into Gwen's ear and whispered, "George wants to use me as an excuse, he likes to smoke."

Gwen's big eyes bent into beautiful arcs: "Go."

Hawk smiled, got up, and followed George who had already gone upstairs.

Helen looked at Gwen curiously: "What did Hawke say?"

Gwen looked at her mother Helen with a smile: "Mom, Dad didn't tell you, it's Dad's problem, not Hawke's problem."

Seeing the smile on Gwen's face, Helen shook her head helplessly.

on the rooftop.

No wind tonight!

Hawk climbed the stairs and went up to the rooftop. Even though it was the third time he went up to the rooftop, he still felt a little bit miraculous.

By the way, shouldn't the people talking on the rooftop be police detectives and undercover agents?
but……

George is a police detective. There is nothing wrong with his identity, but I am not an undercover agent.

Or, somewhere, do I have the potential to be an undercover agent?
While thinking, Hawke took the cigarette that George handed over like the previous two times, and then stood with George on the guardrail of the roof again, looking at New York City under the night, smoking a cigarette.

quite a while.

Still the same as the previous two times, it was George who spoke first.

George looked at Hawke next to him, and said the answer he guessed directly: "John Hope intends to leave you and go it alone, you are aware of it, so, using the house inspection as an excuse, you deliberately found out the Corpse, so that through our hands, we can eradicate your allies who betrayed you?"

Hawke looked at George with an innocent expression: "I really went to see the house, otherwise, why would I transfer the money into the account? What happened yesterday was really just an accident."

George chuckled: "Accident, I don't think anything related to you is an accident, but I'm more curious."

Hawk shrugged: "Although I don't understand what you are talking about, I can try to see if I can think about it for you."

George nodded.

"When did you know that John Hope killed his ex-wife and soaked her ex-wife in the bathroom wall?"

"I do not understand."

"... When do you think King knew about it?"

Looking at the expression on Hawke's face, George corrected his question.

really.

Hawke seemed to understand after seeing George change the question.

"Let me guess, I guess King checked John Hope's information and found out."

"The disappearance of John Hope's ex-wife has also been investigated by the Thirteenth Branch Bureau. I have also read the previous files, and I don't see any problems."

"After all, King and you are in two worlds. Some information, maybe, King can check it more comprehensively?"

Dragons and snakes have their own way.

Every industry has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Hawke said with a smile: "I invited me here today, just to ask me and let me analyze it. How did King know about this?"

Not so much.

Even if George doesn't look for him, if he doesn't say anything about this question, judging from George's experience, it probably won't be long before he can figure it out.

It's like, doesn't George know the reason why he did this.

But still the same.

What if you know?
Without evidence, nothing works.

Hawke just went to see the house, there were witnesses, there were several of them, no matter how you look at it, they were just unlucky, and they just took a fancy to a haunted house.

But it can be regarded as a great help to the New York Police Department. At least, for the New York Police Department, a well-hidden corpse was discovered.

If the body is still there, who knows how long this suspect will be at large.

and so.

Hawke looked at George curiously: "I helped the New York Police Department solve such a case. Doesn't the New York Police Department plan to give me this year's scholarship?"

George watched an order of 200 million entered into the account, but Hawke, who shamelessly asked if he could get a scholarship from the police station, was silent.

……

(End of this chapter)