A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 153 George, who asked the teacher to ask the crime (fourth more!!)
"Ah, ah, ah!"

"To shut up."

"inventory."

Hawke, who was sitting in a wheelchair, raised his right foot and looked at Nora who was putting plaster on him by hand. The corner of his mouth twitched and said, "This is my leg, not wood."

Nora gave Hawk a blank look: "When you got up yesterday, didn't you look very handsome in that suit? Why didn't you think of it at the time, where can I find plaster for you now, tie it with a board, and paint it with latex paint? gone."

Hawke was speechless.

Latex paint on board?
What do you think?

Do you really think that George's nose is out of order, and he can't even tell the smell of latex paint?

After half an hour.

Nora clapped her hands, looked at the plaster plaster that was torn by Hawke's clothes yesterday, and reattached, with appreciative eyes: "Not bad, very good."

Hawk looked at the various fancy stickers on the plaster of his right leg, and was silent for a moment: "Is it close to the hospital here?"

If it really doesn't work, Hawke is considering whether to break his right leg again and go to the hospital for a plaster cast.

The leg is broken, and it hurts for a while.

But losing face is a lifetime thing.

Nora gave Hawke a blank stare again, turned around, and walked into the room. When she came out, she had already brought a coat over, and bound Hawke's right leg in a plaster cast: "I know you want to save face, so it's okay now."

Hawke nodded.

Nora gave Hawk another flirty look.

at this time.

An Indian male ran over from a distance, first glanced at Hawk who was picked up by Nora two hours ago, then pointed to the outside of the reservation toward Nora: "Nora, a New Yorker came here. The police detectives in the city said they wanted to see Hawke."

Nora raised her eyebrows and looked at Nora: "It's really here."

Hawk shrugged.

If George doesn't come, it's not George.

This is also the reason why Hawk ran all the way back after finishing his work, so that he could heal his injuries here when George came to him.

but……

two hours?

This seems a little late. Hawke originally thought that when George ran over, he didn't even put the plaster on again. If this is the case, then Hawke can only say sorry and let George run for nothing. trip.

at the moment?

Hawk looked down at himself, and asked Nora, who had just returned from an order in the morning, "Does your body smell like blood?"

Nora shook her head.

"That's good."

Hawke breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Nora: "Come on, push me out. If I don't go out, I guess he won't go back."

George must have had a lot of questions to ask him in person.

Hawke had already guessed, and even Hawke knew what questions George would ask him.

after all……

This time, not to mention the number of SHIELD agents who died in his hands, just say that three blocks have become a battlefield, just like the ruins of the battlefield, and the economic loss alone may be worth billions .

Not to mention the follow-up pension or something.

However, not many NYPD officers died here, and even if there were, it had nothing to do with me.

Hawke thought so.

soon.

With Nora's help, Hawke, who was in a wheelchair and pushed by Nora to the cordon of the reservation, saw George who was standing outside the cordon, staring at him with angry eyes.

Asshole big horse monkey, you still pretend!
The smell of blood on your body almost scared away the birds in the nearby woods.

The moment George saw Hawke, he smelled the strong smell of blood sweeping over Hawke from ten meters away.

and also……

The same came from the Indian woman next to Hawke, but it was not as strong as the smell of blood on Hawke.

George frowned.

Is this Indian woman also a killer?
correct.

This is why Hawk must come here.

George's thoughts raced.

Hawk looked at the flickering expression on George's face, and showed a slight smile: "Good morning, George, you are here to visit..."

The words did not fall.

George interrupted directly and looked at Hawke: "I want to talk to you!"

He has to ask carefully, why, Hawke did that kind of thing to Coulson, even if Coulson was an enemy, he would kill him right away, why did he have to make him look like that.

Killing is not terrible, terrible, brutal killing!

Hawk pursed his lips and nodded: "Of course."

Nora behind her was about to push Hawk's wheelchair.

next second.

George glanced at Nora, then looked at Hawk in a deep voice: "Alone!"

Hawk raised his eyebrows.

Nora directly frowned and said, "No way!"

George laughed, and with a swish, he took out his own gun from his waist.

Nora raised her eyebrows, pulled out her own pistol with her right hand, and pulled the trigger directly.

"boom!"

The bullet erupted, and at the very moment, Hawke raised his right hand and directly shifted the muzzle of Nora's gun to the side. The bullet almost grazed George's scalp and hit the concrete floor with a whistling sound.

Hawk couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Again.

George could die, but before he was completely enraged, as long as he didn't die by his hands, or in front of him, and didn't make him feel guilty.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, a large group of tribesmen standing behind Nora armed with various automatic rifles rushed out from behind, showing the tough folk customs of the reservation.

George didn't seem to be frightened by the shot just now. Looking at Hawke, he directly removed the gun in his hand and the holster on his body, and threw it aside, looking at Nora who had just shot. : "I don't carry a weapon, it's fine!"

Nora was expressionless. A foreign police detective ran up to their reservation and brandished a weapon. Even if he killed her, there would be no pressure on Nora.

Hawke had already moved, patted Nora's arm, gestured, then turned the wheelchair, moved towards the outside of the cordon and said with a smile: "George, you know me, I never worry that you will Bad for me, because, you're a good man, George!"

It's a pity that these days, it's the good people who suffer the most.

Nora looked at Hawk who was turning the wheelchair and walking towards the nearby woods with George, looked away, looked at the clansman who ran out, clapped her hands and said, "It's okay, everyone, go back."

The clansmen who rushed out heard this sentence, without saying a word, put away the weapons in their hands, and turned and left.

in the woods.

Supporting the armrest of the wheelchair with one hand, he changed into a comfortable sitting position, tilted his head, looked at George standing in front of him, with his back to him, and bowed his head, and blinked.

This is……

Are there any emotions brewing?

Hawke thought so.

next second.

George's voice sounded.

"who are they?"

"Ok?"

George turned around, looked blankly at Hawk sitting in the wheelchair with a smile on his face, and said in a deep voice, "You said they weren't from the Department of Homeland Security?"

Hawke thought for a while and nodded.

"Yes."

"who are they."

"A secret agency, invested by the world's five major overlords, formed by Howard Stark, Peggy Carter and others to combat the remnants of the Third Reich, a secret law enforcement unit called Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistical Support, known as the Guardian The firewall between the ordinary world and the secret world."

"..."

George frowned: "Homeland strategy..."

Hawk laughed: "But I heard that they are about to change their name. I like to call them the name after the change, S.H.I.E.L.D. This name is easier to remember."

George nodded.

"What grievances do you have with them? Why do they have to arrest you?"

"Ha ha!"

"..."

George watched and laughed, and gave him a look that you understand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath: "What kind of grievances do King have with them, why do they have to catch King?"

That's right.

Hawk shrugged: "Who knows, maybe, since the time when King chopped off the butcher, the grievances have continued. It was the first time when the airport was on the expressway. King chopped off one of their senior agents. And when you mistakenly thought I was King, after leaving your house, what happened again, King won again, they lost again, by the way, and that Alex Wei who King killed last time Rank is also inextricably linked to this S.H.I.E.L.D.

Why am I feuding with Aegis?
Good question.

From the moment I chopped up the killer butcher in order to save Gwen, the beam has already been formed.

After hearing Hawke's mention of the killer and the butcher, George fell silent for an instant.

after all……

These words, no matter how you listen to them, seem to be saying that I am fighting against this S.H.I.E.L.D. to save your daughter.

Hawke looked at the expression on George's face, raised his eyebrows, seemed to understand what George was thinking, waved his hand, and said very freely: "Actually, even if there is no such thing as the butcher, King and Aegis are against each other. It will be a matter of time, and you don't need to feel sorry and guilty about it."

George came back to his senses and looked at Hawk inexplicably.

Did I say, did I feel sorry and guilty?
Don't just add drama to me casually.

George took a deep breath and nodded: "So, what about Zach Steiner?"

Hawke snorted, waved his hands and said, "Maybe King has accepted an order. It just so happens that the target of that order is Zach Steiner."

George frowned and looked at Hawke: "You are not thinking of killing your employer on purpose. Taking this opportunity, King can just discredit his reputation and make all employers stop placing orders. It just so happens that King can take this opportunity to Can you quit the killer world and no longer engage in the killer business?"

This time it was Hawk's turn to be stunned: "When did King have such an idea of ​​quitting the killer world?"

George: "..."

(End of this chapter)