A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 17 Who dares to touch her (recommendation please!!)

呲!
After Ekaterina finished talking about the third person who placed the order, she suddenly heard a sound like a sudden brake, and then, an engine roar like a mad cow came out of the microphone.

"Hawk?"

Ekaterina couldn't help taking the phone away from her ear, and waited until the roaring engine sound became quieter, then put the phone back to her ear and said: "The order of the Continental Hotel is not in the split order mode, but In the order-grabbing mode, according to the news I got, at five o'clock in the afternoon, these three orders had already been snatched away."

Hawke drove directly to a drift to turn, got in between the two cars, and drove into No. 23 Avenue.

"Who."

"Nancy Stacy's order was snatched by an unknown little character, a killer nicknamed [Lightning], and the orders of Jill and your female classmate Gwen were snatched by [The Butcher] I'm gone, and I got the news from my friend that the butcher just bought a Gatling from him."

"Butcher?"

"Correct."

"I know him."

Hawke glanced at the police car that was seven or eight parking spaces away from him and had already appeared in his sight. His eyes flickered: "This guy's nickname should be a lunatic."

The killer butcher is called a butcher not because he behaves like a butcher, but because he is fat and strong, with a bushy beard, and looks like a butcher who kills pigs.

But the behavior style of this killer butcher can be described as a lunatic.

Most killers, including Hawke, join the killer industry for money, but there are a small number of people for various other reasons.

For example, hobbies, tasks for the master, or simply looking for excitement.

The Killer Butcher falls into the last category.

As a killer, he simply came here for excitement.

The reason why Hawke has heard the title of the butcher is because once last year, it is said that in New Jersey, this guy also received an order to protect witnesses from the assassination side.

But this guy directly stood on the road with a bazooka on his shoulders, fired an RPG into his soul, and then carried Gatling with both hands, and slammed directly at the police car on the main road.

That scene was so spectacular.

The most important thing is that this guy ran away after being shot five times. The Jersey City Police Department across the river was so angry that he found a reward of 50 dollars for this guy.

but……

This guy is still alive and well, even planning to provoke the New York Police Department after messing with the Police Department in Jersey City?

Hawke couldn't help laughing, as if he thought of something interesting.

"Ah."

"What are you going to do?"

Ekaterina, who was standing at the window, heard the familiar and unfamiliar laughter from the microphone, and said in a deep voice: "This time is different from last year's order. From the point of view of the contract, the customer this time There was no violation."

Hawk nodded.

"Don't worry, public affairs are public affairs, and private affairs are private affairs. I have a sense of proportion."

"I trust you on that."

"Do you know who placed the order?"

"...You just said..."

"The contract has been signed and I will definitely complete it."

Hawk directly interrupted Ekaterina's words, and looked at the police car turning in front of him: "As a killer, I'm not interested in knowing the employer's information, as long as he acts according to the contract."

Ekaterina frowned: "Then you..."

The corner of Hawk's mouth raised slightly, he turned the steering wheel suddenly, and drove into a small alley on the right, taking a shortcut: "During dinner, Gwen confessed to me."

Ekaterina: "..."

Yes.

That's right.

Just when Hawke left school and was cooking dinner at home, Gwen sent a text message.

Just three words.

God testifies, two lives, this is the first time being chased by a girl. Just when Hawke called Gwen, Gwen sent another text message, saying that it was his brother playing with her phone just now, not her. of.

but……

This excuse is perfunctory.

But girls, especially good girls like Gwen, have a thin skin, which is easy to understand. Hawke smiled back at the time, but he had already made up his mind.

Gwen has already broken the window paper in this way, shouldn't she take the initiative.

Originally on the way here, Hawke had already thought about it, and when he was watching a movie, he took the initiative to break the window paper by himself unexpectedly, but who knew that something like this would happen.

Shet!

Ekaterina on the other end of the phone was silent for a while after hearing Hawke's words, then nodded and said, "I understand, wait for my call tomorrow."

"it is good!"

Hawke hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, he stuck directly against the wall of the alley and inserted into the main road abruptly. Then the engine roared, and the moment it landed, it accelerated and blasted forward.

in the rearview mirror.

Accompanied by the continuous honking of the horn behind the car, Hawke immediately caught the police car moving slowly in the traffic behind him.

"Butcher?"

Hawke took out the sunglasses from the armrest drawer, then opened the mirror of the sun visor, caught the fallen flesh-colored tattoo sleeve, and after a while, he was left green dragon and right white tiger: "Whether you are a butcher or a lunatic, dare to touch me!" , I will directly turn you into a dead dog!"

boom!
At the intersection leading to Arthur Stacey's apartment ahead, it was during the peak hours of the evening. On the zebra crossing where there were still a lot of people, a muscular bearded man with his head bowed and something wrapped in a yellow cloth was watching. He glanced at his watch, and then, looking up, the middle-aged man with many red spots on his white face grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "The show has begun."

next second.

The man stepped forward and walked on the sidewalk that had just turned into a red light.

"beep!"

"beep!"

"Hey!"

A man who was just about to let go of the brake and start to see the butcher who ignored the traffic rules and went straight to the red light, braked quickly, rolled down the car window angrily, and yelled at the butcher who was walking on the zebra crossing with a slow pace : "Walter Fuck, are you crazy, are you dying, damn it, get out..."

The butcher tore away the yellow cloth in his hand expressionlessly, and in an instant, a sturdy Gatling that was loaded with bullets and exuded a dark and deathly aura appeared instantly.

The man who yelled was dumbfounded.

Especially when he saw the butcher directly pulling Gatling to the state of pulling with two hands, he was even more confused.

The butcher grinned, pointed the gun at the stunned man, and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.

In an instant.

Gatling's muzzle began to move slowly.

at this time.

"Shet, what is that?"

"..."

The butcher looked at the yelling of the people next to him from the corner of his eye, and quickly turned his head to look.

Into the eye!

Not far away, a man wearing sunglasses, wearing a suit, and holding a cup of coffee stepped straight out of the moving car like an acrobatic, and the silver car was heading towards the opposite at a speed of [-] yards. The butcher at the front roared over.

what?
……

(End of this chapter)