A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 136 King, one of the Big Three (please subscribe!!)

If it weren't for the tight time, Hawke would go back to their community with Nora anyway, after all, they haven't seen each other for a long time.

but……

not enough time.

If he hadn't talked to George and caught up, Hawke would choose to break his leg after returning home, and wait until the next day when Lorna went back to school to take out the film to prove that his leg was indeed broken before asking for leave of.

So, he was taken to the hospital by George and Gwen, and Lorna was asked to pick him up quickly, and took him to Nora's place. After George and Gwen left, it was already 01:30 at night.

It's running out of time.

Get your weapons ready.

Get the car ready.

Let's plan the course of action.

This is 5000 million, and the minimum respect must be given.

Moreover, it will take at least more than an hour to return to New York City from Nora's reservation here, and Hawke must hurry up.

"Thanks."

Hawke took the car keys from an Indian and thanked him. After getting into the car, he put it in gear, and instantly slammed down the accelerator: "Buzz!"

moment.

The car rushed out at a speed of 120 yards.

Nora and Lorna looked at the taillights of Yiqi Juechen's car, looked away, and walked side by side towards the Indian reservation that was considered isolated from the world.

"correct."

Nora looked at Lorna curiously, thinking of Gwen who had sworn sovereignty to her just now: "Does your brother really like that woman, or is it to obtain information from the New York Police Department?"

Lorna sighed: "I like the latter."

Nora sighed thoughtfully.

"and many more."

Lorna blinked and looked at Nora: "Nora, why don't you go to New York City to take orders? In New Jersey, you should have very few orders."

Nora shrugged and smiled.

"It's okay, enough for life."

"Then why don't you go to New York?"

"Don't dare to go."

"Ok?"

Lorna was slightly taken aback when she heard this, and looked at Nora in confusion: "Don't dare? What does this mean?"

Nora looked at Lorna, shook her head and said with a smile: "The Federation has the most killers in the world, and New York has the most killers in the Federation. Frankly speaking, I never imagined that your brother can achieve his current position in the killer world." , but I can imagine how much he suffered."

"status?"

"Yeah, when your brother speaks, the world of killers is as silent as a cicada."

"..."

Lorna blinked and looked at Nora, who still had an expression of admiration on her face, completely unable to imagine the meaning: "What kind of status are you talking about?"

Nora said with a smile: "Your brother, the Big Three of Freedom Killers, was one of them last month. No, John Wick, one of the giants, has retired. Only your brother and the mechanic Aya are left of the Big Three." It's frustrating."

Listening to these words, Lorna opened her mouth wide.

The Big Three of Freedom Killers.

This name sounds very majestic.

Lorna blinked her eyes, just hearing the name, she felt yearning for it.

but……

Hawke allowed Lorna to know his work, and even asked her to play some insignificant support at some times, such as when and where to pick him up.

In addition, Hawk forbade Lorna from touching other things.

In Hawke's words, for Dane's family, it would be good to have one with blood on their hands. In this way, in case something bad happens in the future, for example, if Hawke is arrested, Lorna who is outside is still alive. Can find a lawyer or something to operate.

As long as the money is in place and the lawyers are in place, in Dongguo, the death penalty may be changed to life at most, but in the Federation, the death penalty can be changed to acquittal.

Lorna thought about it, and finally sighed: "It's a pity that Hawke won't let me help him."

Nora looked at the disappointed Lorna, smiled and comforted: "I think Hawke must have his considerations, after all, you are his most beloved sister."

"You also have a brother, you are also a killer, why doesn't he stop you?"

"I'm different."

"what?"

"My brother is the patriarch, but at home, I am the patriarch."

Nora explained in this way, then put her arms around Lorna's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't think so much, I will take you to the range to shoot tomorrow, don't tell your brother."

Lorna's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded her little head, and the loss in her heart was reduced a little.

"Jingle Bell!"

"coming."

Ekaterina, who was waiting at the bar in the old place, looked at Hawke who came in from the outside, wearing sunglasses, got up from the seat, and yelled: "Why is it so late?"

Hawke shrugged and told Ekaterina what happened tonight: "Although there are a few minor problems, they are generally controllable, so that's good, George Stacey is a perfect witness. "

Photos of broken bones can be faked.

Even medical records can be falsified.

Witnesses can also be false.

But if the witness who testified was called George Stacey, it couldn't be faked.

With George Stacy's conduct and character, as long as he testifies, no one will suspect that George Stacy is telling lies.

Because George is an upright, law-abiding detective with a solid character.

Ekaterina nodded: "Indeed, but I think, this Detective Stacey, I'm afraid his hair is graying, thinking about your broken leg, how will you come out tomorrow, unfortunately, he doesn't know what to do at all." I know, you have such terrifying resilience, even if the self-healing ability of the blood race is compared with yours, I seriously doubt that if the blood race wants to transform you, can they transform you."

Hawke took the bourbon handed over by Ekaterina and drank it down: "Why didn't I transform him?"

next second.

Hawk put the empty wine glass on the bar counter, his smile restrained, he looked at the time on his watch, and went straight to the topic, looking at Ekaterina: "Weapon?"

"It's already ready." Ekaterina gave Hawk a blank look, turned around, walked towards the room behind the bar, and waved her hand: "This way."

Hawk got up, fastened the buttons he had just unbuttoned when he sat down, followed Ekaterina, and walked into the studio behind the bar.

The curtain is lifted.

into the eye.

In a room about one-third the size of a football field lawn, the lights were bright, and on both sides of a long table, there were a dozen or so Russian girls in underwear.

These Russian girls are busy, strictly following the standard of [-]% wine and [-]% water, manually filling the whiskey that is priced at $[-] a bottle at the nightclub in front of them.

correct.

I forgot to mention that while Ekaterina was working as an information broker, she also monopolized the counterfeit wine business in two-thirds of the nightclubs and bars in Brooklyn.

"It's a good thing I never go to bars."

"Are you willing to go?"

He walked through the indoctrination room with Hawke, and Ekaterina, who came to the weapons room, heard this, turned around, and complained: "Speaking of which, you have earned about 500 million yuan, so I didn't think about it." Just relax, don't go to school all day to kill two points and one line, you should know how to enjoy life."

"It's coming soon!" Hawke said with a slight smile, "I'm working hard, and I should be able to enjoy it soon."

Ekaterina smiled: "Work hard, how much money do you think you need to save, you can enjoy it, you are already very strong, and now, among the free killers, only the mechanic is left Arthur."

Hawk shrugged: "At the very least, you have to save up to [-] million."

With [-] million hard-earned money, he can make a qualitative leap.

To win the 5000 million, he only needs to work hard to earn the remaining 4000 million to meet this requirement.

Hawke had already thought about it.

At that time, I must travel abroad, buy a big yacht, take Lorna with me, and enjoy life well.

Ekaterina shook her head speechlessly, not having the motivation to talk to Hawke anymore, she turned around and slapped a weapon in front of Hawke.

"Produced by Stark Industries, the ST-15 automatic rifle, [-] inches, is equipped with an iron machine gun frame and a six-fold scope. While pursuing portability, it has very good shooting accuracy and speed. It has a capacity of [-] send."

"..."

Hawk looked down at the silver-white automatic rifle patted in front of him. Instead of reaching out to touch it, he looked at Ekaterina: "The weapon I'm talking about is a pistol."

The automatic rifle, no matter how it is abbreviated, the length is also placed there. If it is taken out, anyone with eyes will know that he is going to do something bad.

So Hawke never liked automatic rifles.

He still likes pistols, small and light.

Of course.

If he had any storage space, Hawke wouldn't mind using an automatic rifle, which beats a pistol in terms of capacity alone, anyway.

Ekaterina was slightly taken aback.

"You know tomorrow is dangerous, and the Homeland Security Agency, which is completely out of the game, has entered again. Their goal is you, I remember you said."

"Yes, that's right."

"Then you still use a pistol?"

"I like handjobs."

"I like handjobs."

"Now is not the time to open up the color."

Ekaterina shook her head speechlessly: "If you want a pistol, let me equip you with any weapons. Don't you have any?"

"Gone."

"Ok?"

Hawk shrugged and said: "The last time Detective Beckett asked me to go back to investigate, Lorna hurried back to clean up and threw all the things that shouldn't be in the river. I'm too lazy to fish, and my beloved Didn’t the [Silver Storm] throw it to you, I said, I don’t want an automatic rifle, I didn’t say I don’t want grenades and smoke bombs.”

Even if Hawke was crazy, he wouldn't just charge up with a pistol.

Please.

Although he has activated it, he can only activate it a little bit at present.

Others are fully armed, tomorrow they must be armed to the teeth, and Hawke rushed up with a pitiful looking small pistol?

Is this special meow going to save people, or is he going to die?
Hawke has trust in himself, but he also respects his enemies. He doesn't bring an automatic rifle, but at least a few sweet potatoes and flash bombs.

If you don't take anything, you will look down on others too much.

……

(End of this chapter)