A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 133 A rare fight in life (please subscribe!!)
"You know, the NYPD scholarship comes from our pension."

"I know."

"Then you also know that our scholarship is for those orphans."

"Aren't I?"

"..."

George looked at Hawke stunned.

Oh yes.

Hawke was indeed an orphan.

but……

The 300 million deposit in your bank account does not say that.

At least, in the whole world, I am afraid that there is no orphan who can start from scratch at Hawke's age and save such a large family business by himself alone, even pulling a younger sister.

Regardless of where Hawke's money came from, just talking about this point, George must also admit that Hawke is much better than his peers.

But, he chose the wrong path.

Thinking in his mind, George shook his head, and said very seriously: "You don't meet the criteria for the New York Police Department scholarship, and you're not short of that little money."

Hawke did not give up: "At the very least, with the New York Police Department's scholarship, it can prove that I am an excellent and good person in a certain way. With the New York Police Department's endorsement, it will be very helpful for my college next year."

Listening to Hawke's serious words, George's mouth finally twitched uncontrollably.

you?
Good people.

When you kill someone, why don't you think about it, you want to be a good person?
Moreover, it's not that I didn't give you a chance. As long as you stop, I will let you go and treat you as Hawke, not King, but you refused.

George shook his head, unilaterally stopping to continue on the topic.

Seeing this, Hawke sighed: "Okay, if you don't give the scholarship, then tell me, the time and route you will escort Zach Stanis to Rikers Island Prison tomorrow, it's okay Bar."

talking.

Hawke looked helpless, forget it, I took a step back, spread my hands, and looked at George with this expression that's okay.

George couldn't help closing his eyes.

During these three rooftop conversations, each time, there was always a moment that made George regret why he knew that Hawke was King.

That kind of knowing what Hawke is planning, and even you can guess what he wants to do next, but you have no way to intervene to intervene.

This feeling is quite powerless.

It's like, when you go fishing, watching swarms of fish swimming in the water, but they just don't bite your hook, this kind of mood has the same effect.

but……

After George opened his eyes again, he nodded, looked at Hawk, and said, "Okay, at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Zach Steiner will take a special police explosion-proof vehicle from the underground garage of the police station, and pass by Hofton Street, Illidan Avenue, and Seventh Street, to Rikers Island Jail."

Hawk raised his eyebrows, looked at George, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "George, do I look like a fool?"

With a serious expression on his face, George said to the point: "If you are a fool, then 90.00% of the people in this world can't compare to fools."

The fool can't help him, the old police detective for many years, can't find the slightest clue to his crime, and can only watch him jumping around with his daughter in his sight.

In George's mind, Hawke is by no means a fool, but a monkey, and a ghostly monkey.

"Then do you have to tell lies?"

Hawk laughed straight: "However, I must admit that you are very good at lying, George, I almost thought you were telling the truth."

George was expressionless: "After all, your ability to lie is inferior to yours."

"I?"

Hawke smiled and looked at George: "I never tell lies."

George sneered.

Hawk shook his head and looked at George with a serious expression: "If you don't believe me, then you can think about it. I never told you that I am not King."

George frowned.

He remembered the scene where he questioned Hawk face to face several times before.

It seems, as if, indeed, Hawke has never answered this question directly, and every time, he directly asks him to come up with evidence.

Hawk looked at the expression on George's face and spread his hands: "Look, I'm quite honest with you, as if you asked me if King had any thoughts on 5000 million, and I told you the truth, I think , King, I have a lot of ideas about the 5000 million. No matter how you escort the 5000 million tomorrow, King is bound to get the 5000 million. Moreover, King will kill, and dare to kill, especially when he takes the 5000 million. Anyone on the road, whether it's you or not, Detective George Stacey!"

With a swish, George looked up at Hawke.

Hawke also stared at George.

Eye to eye!

It seems that there are sparks produced in the collision.

This is Hawke's last reminder to George.

If George dares to block his way tomorrow when he takes 5000 million, I'm sorry.

It's a big deal, and I'm asking Gwen's forgiveness afterwards.

Hawk heard a word.

It is much easier to ask for forgiveness afterwards than to ask permission beforehand.

but……

I still hope you won't be a stumbling block in my way tomorrow, George.

Hawk's gaze was fixed on George, as if he was passing this sentence to George.

George also looked at Hawke, feeling the murderous aura rushing out of Hawke. For a moment, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

but!
"I'm a detective!"

"NYPD!"

"Major case, Detective George Stacy!"

George took a deep breath, looked at Hawk, and said word by word, also clarifying his position: "In the face of danger, I will never choose to retreat, I will only go forward, the tens of thousands of police officers in the New York Police Department This is true for agents, and it is even more true for agents of the Department of Homeland Security, as long as King dares to show up tomorrow, I can guarantee that he will be caught!"

"..."

Hawk looked back, smiled, threw away the burnt cigarette butt in his hand, and shrugged: "Hey, George, I am very law-abiding, I am on your side, and you should speak to King listen, not me, I believe you will find King's evidence."

George also looked away and smiled: "Thank you, I hope that day will come soon."

Hawke laughed.

For an instant.

It seemed that the tense atmosphere just now disappeared in smoke.

Hawke looked at the time on his watch.

"Let's go."

"it is good."

George nodded, and as he turned around to leave the rooftop together, he seemed to think of one thing: "You should ask for leave tomorrow."

Hawke paused and looked at George.

George touched his chin and looked at Hawke thoughtfully: "It's strange, you look healthy tonight, you can't wake up tomorrow and find yourself sick."

Hawke smiled.

"Can't you? Who knows what will happen tomorrow."

"Yes, yes."

George nodded and looked at Hawke: "But, this trick is easy to see through."

Hawk laughed, and couldn't help it anymore. He looked at George and shook his head: "George, you can ask me directly, there is no need to test me like this."

George also smiled and said, "You will say?"

Hawk shrugged, opened the door to the roof, glanced at the height of the stairs, turned his head to George, and showed a bright smile: "I don't like to talk, I like to do, for example, the reason why I know I will ask for leave tomorrow, Because I know I'm going to break my leg tonight!"

George was slightly taken aback.

next second.

George looked at Hawke who was already standing on the stairs, and seemed to think of something, his face immediately changed, and he subconsciously moved towards Hawke, who was facing him with open arms and a smile on his face.

Shet!

The height of this step is five meters.

Don't you die?

Hawk looked at the big hand that was grabbing towards him, closed his eyes, and let his body fall back naturally.

Boom!
Ah!
The moment his back was in close contact with the stairs, Hawke couldn't help but let out a scream, and then, boom, boom, it seemed that the sound of something rolling down buried Hawk's scream.

Five seconds later.

Hawke, who rolled directly down the stairs, had his right foot almost twisted into a twist, his forehead was also scratched, and he was lying on the corridor on the second floor.

George, who was standing at the entrance of the rooftop, still kept reaching out to try to grab Hawke, watching this scene condescendingly, and he was completely dumbfounded immediately.

With a painful expression, Hawke, who was lying on the floor of the corridor, grinned at George, showing the same broken bloody teeth, and smiled brightly at George.

To get something, you have to give something.

Hawke understands this truth.

Take a broken leg and exchange it for 5000 million US dollars. Hawke believes that as long as it is an individual, ordinary people will choose to do this.

Fight hard, the bicycle becomes Martha.

Give it a go, the villa is by the sea.

It's rare to fight a few times in life!
How many times can a large order of 5000 million appear?

You don't even have the courage to break your leg, so why grab the 5000 million.

Or……

You are not even willing to shed blood, so why should you let this 5000 million become hard-earned money!

"How……"

Gwen, who was reading a book in the bedroom and thinking about what Dad and Hawke had been talking on the roof for so long, suddenly heard movement from the corridor, got up, opened the door, and was just about to ask, when she saw the lying On the floor, Hawke, who seemed to be in a terrible situation, couldn't help but exclaimed, "Hawk!"

next second.

Gwen quickly ran towards Hawk who was lying on the floor, and shouted loudly: "Mom, call an ambulance, hurry up!"

Helen heard Gwen's cry, and ran upstairs slowly, and saw some blood on the floor, as well as Hawk lying on the floor, and her daughter Gwen.

and also……

That George who hurried down from the roof.

Helen's complexion changed instantly, she turned around, and ran downstairs, ready to find a phone and call for an ambulance to come.

Someone on their side got hurt.

The one with broken legs! !

……

(End of this chapter)