A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 162 Hawk who was blocked by God (810, please subscribe!!)

late at night.

Everything is silent.

After Emilia changed into her pajamas, she returned to the bedroom, sat in front of the vanity mirror, stared at herself in the mirror, but the scene of Hawke just bursting out of her clothes kept flashing in her mind.

You hide it so well.

Hawke.

The facts are in front of you.

Emilia couldn't believe it. She thought it was King's man at first, but later, Hawke, whom she had ruled out as a suspect, turned out to be the man she wanted to find when she came to the Federation.

but……

The surveillance photos, and the man who appeared on Illidan Avenue yesterday?

Emilia got up, lifted the quilt, lay on the bed, grabbed the tablet computer that was placed aside, clicked on it, and looked at the screen captured by a surveillance station on Illidan Avenue.

The surveillance footage that was circulated on the Internet was no longer found. It seemed that it was still widely circulated in the last second, but it suddenly disappeared in the next second.

Emilia knew who made the move.

SHIELD.

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. would not let such a video of its own people being massacred by one side spread out.

In the monitoring screen, King, wearing a suit and leather shoes and sunglasses, seemed to be in no man's land, one after another, like chopping melons and vegetables, he wiped out the SHIELD agents who dared to stand in front of him.

Emilia stared at King on the surveillance screen, frowning tightly.

Because, the King in this monitoring screen does not match Hawk's body shape at all.

If it is said that the conversation between King and her that night, the King who appeared in the surveillance was Hawke asking someone to pretend, it is reasonable.

But what about the monitoring of King's battle record?
How can this be fake?

Is it...

Emilia stretched out her fingertips, touched the King on the tablet, and said in a slightly confused tone: "Could it be that you can also use our Skrulls' camouflage skills?"

Done.

Emilia shook her head and smiled.

The camouflage skills of the Skrulls are a racial talent, and they can’t be learned at all. Even the best Pegasus people can’t learn their camouflage skills through learning, let alone the earth where they can’t even step out of the planet. What about people?

But, if Hawke can't, then how to explain all this?

Emilia thought so in her heart, then shook her head a little irritably, and threw the tablet in her hand aside.

"Why you?"

"Hawk?"

"I obviously already regard you as a friend, why!"

at this time.

"Jingle Bell!"

"..."

Emilia regained her senses, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table, glanced at the calling number, got up, and connected the call from Nick Fury.

"Amelia!"

"Uncle Fury."

Nick Fury, who was flying to Tahiti on the plane, asked after Emilia got on the phone: "You asked Hawkeye and took the surveillance video of Illidan Avenue?"

Emilia hummed: "Yes, I want to see it."

Nick Fury nodded, and asked casually: "How, did you see any clues, or in other words, are there any suspects?"

Emilia opened her mouth.

next second.

Emilia pursed her lips as she spoke.

"No, Uncle Fury."

"I remember that before you came to New York, you told your father that you already have a suspect?"

"I guessed wrong."

"Okay, don't forget about the plane tomorrow night."

"I understand. Good night, Uncle Fury."

"good night!"

Emilia hung up the phone while looking at the display on the phone, and then accidentally slid to the photo album app when swiping back to the main interface on the phone, looking at the only photo in the photo album, which was secretly taken when she was in class A photo of Hawke sitting on the seat, the afternoon sun shining on Hawke was stunned.

"Hawk..."

"What should I do with you?"

"..."

the next day!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

"cold?"

"No, someone is thinking of me."

"Ah."

Nora shook her head, looked at Hawk who was still in a wheelchair today, and raised her eyebrows: "There are no outsiders here, can you leave your broken wheelchair?"

Hawke shook his head: "I feel that I have improved my wheelchair riding skills in the past two days. Anyway, today is the weekend, and I plan to ride for two more days."

After all, there are not many opportunities to sit in a wheelchair in such an aboveboard manner.

and……

Hawke, who just made such a large order, has directly advanced the completion progress to 60.00%. Hawke plans to give himself a vacation, which can be regarded as a reward for himself.

The most important thing.

Hawk looked at the Indian reservation where the life was quiet and the atmosphere was good, and he said to Nora who was standing beside him: "The outside world is too impetuous, so it's better to be quiet here, so that I can calm down and think seriously about what to do next." There’s no time to think about things outside.”

When he was in New York City, Hawke opened his eyes, thinking about whether there is an order today and how much money he can make. Even if he wanted to think about some problems, he couldn’t think about it. In other words, Hawke always thought that he would do it tomorrow. , as an excuse, he just postponed the matter until tomorrow.

Then, until the day when I had to deal with it, I had to force myself to come up with the most perfect solution in the shortest possible time.

This is bad.

Hawke knew it well.

But these two days, after living here, Hawke, who seemed to suddenly slow down time, was able to calm down and think seriously and calmly.

such as……

Big donors like Zach Steiner are not common, but there are many rich second-generation richer than Zach Steiner in New York.

Since it is impossible to passively wait for the next Zach Steiner, who is similar to the 500-year-old rich man, is it possible to actively create a second Zach Steiner?

Find a rich target with many children in the family, chop it up, and then help someone who has the same idea as Zach Steiny to monopolize the inheritance to get rid of his other brothers, and then let George arrest the benefactor , secretly hinting that the benefactor can offer a price of 5000 million to rescue him intact.

In this way, isn't it a matter of minutes to complete the goal of [-] million hard-earned money?

Hawk raised his eyebrows. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his plan looked very reliable.

Just do it.

Hawke took out his mobile phone and directly connected his agent Ekaterina, planning to discuss with his agent whether this method of phishing law enforcement would work.

After listening to Hawke's brainstorming, Ekaterina laughed out loud.

There was a lot of laughter.

This made Hawk's mouth twitch slightly.

"My plan, isn't it perfect?"

"No, it's perfect."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I didn't laugh."

"you laughed."

"I didn't...forget it."

Ekaterina was too lazy to argue with Hawk about whether she was smiling, coughed, cleared her throat, shook her head and said, "I'm afraid you don't know the impact of this matter."

Hawke blinked.

"what?"

"You have been blocked."

"what!"

Hawk frowned and said, "The Continental Hotel is blocked?"

Although the Continental Hotel is not S.H.I.E.L.D., in Hawke’s mind, the Continental Hotel is even more domineering than S.H.I.E.L.D. If they disagree with each other, they will set rules for the killer world. Any killer who disobeys will be sanctioned by the Continental Hotel. Even if you are not the killer of the Continental Hotel, as long as you are a killer, you must obey.

Hawke thought that he was here to make money, not to make enemies. In addition, the few rules formulated by the Continental Hotel had little to do with Hawke, so Hawke did not have any disputes with the Continental Hotel. However, even if it was The Continental Hotel is in Manhattan, and Hawke has never been there, and there is no priority service for VIP members to receive orders at the Continental Hotel.

Ekaterina did one. If someone goes to the Continental Hotel and needs information, Ekaterina, as one of the information suppliers of the Continental Hotel, can give priority to the Continental Hotel.

but……

“Not the Continental Hotel!”

Ekaterina shook her head.

"The Continental Hotel is the same as last time. It can't catch you. This time, it's just what I feel. In the past two days, my staff recommended you to several employers. As soon as the employer heard that you accepted the order, His complexion changed, he would rather choose to add money to other killers under my banner than you, and some employers, by name, said they would not allow you to take orders."

"……what?"

Hawke was shocked.

Ekaterina sighed and understood why: "You killed the benefactor, Hawk!"

Hawke said: "I didn't kill the benefactor, I was just performing the task I received. It just so happened that the target of the task was the benefactor of the previous task I went to. This is a coincidence. Have you explained it to them?"

Ekaterina was speechless: "I explained, but it's useless. The employer is God. God doesn't want you to take the order. I can't give up the income of this order. Don't watch my customers go to other killer brokers." people."

Hawk opened his mouth: "So, my way..."

Ekaterina directly gave her own answer: "It was okay before, but now, I'm afraid it won't work. The donor is just rich, and he is not stupid."

Hawke sighed.

"Ok."

"When will you come back?"

"Ok?"

"Zhenjin."

Hawke heard that it was Ekaterina's reminder, so he said, "I'll go to your side tomorrow, has someone come to harvest vibration gold so soon?"

Ekaterina said: "I have a client in London. However, I am still negotiating. If the price is not suitable, there is no need to meet. Specifically, we will talk about it when you come over tomorrow."

Hawk nodded: "OK!"

at this time.

Just when Hawke was about to put his phone back in his pocket, get up, move around, and relax his muscles, another call came.

……

(End of this chapter)