A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 178 George who was almost headshot (410, please subscribe!!)

A gunshot, while Gwen was speaking, was suddenly caught by Hawke's keen hearing.

Although the gunfire is very weak.

but……

The bullets were directed at them.

Hawke's thoughts turned sharply, and in less than a millisecond, from the gunshot, he concluded that the end of the bullet's flight was on their side.

"Get out of the way!"

"..."

When Hawke was talking, he had already lifted his foot, kicked George standing beside him to the side, then hugged Gwen, and rushed to the side: "Boom!"

puff!
A bright yellow bullet cut through the darkness, and with a whoosh, it hit the concrete floor of the rooftop, splashing out sparks.

George, who was suddenly kicked away by Hawke, subconsciously got up and caught the spark-splattering bullet. A cold sweat broke out in his heart. Then, he quickly got close to the wall, and then touched his waist. .

then……

Touched an empty space!

After all, this is home, and it's still at night. Even George would not carry a pistol with him at home.

Helen also hated George for doing this.

George immediately looked aside and held Gwen in his arms. It was also Hawke who was leaning against the wall just like him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Hawk pointed at George with his fingers and pointed at the direction of the bullet. If nothing else, the direction of the bullet should be the roof of the building across the road.

Right now, Hawke, Gwen, and George were leaning against the wall, just out of the killer's sight.

Hawke took out the phone from his pocket, put it on the floor, pushed it hard, and pushed the phone directly to George.

After George took it, he called Beckett directly.

Beckett, who was still working overtime in the office and earning twice his salary, looked at the phone that was ringing aside.

"Hawk?"

Beckett has Hawke's phone number, so he was a little suspicious when he saw Hawke's call at this time, but he still got through: "Hawk, what's the matter..."

George interrupted directly: "It's me, Beckett, on 73rd Street, the building opposite my house, there's a gun on the roof..."

The words have not yet fallen!

"Oh!"

"..."

George's right foot shrank almost radiantly. Looking at the bullet that spattered sparks only a few millimeters away from his right foot, his heart beat faster.

Beckett couldn't be more clear about the sound of the impact of the bullets. Almost at the moment he heard it, he got up from his seat: "I'll be right there!"

Done.

Beckett rushed out of his office in a hurry, talking to Kevin and Esposito, who were also working overtime, and rushed towards the elevator: "George was shot!"

Kevin and Esposito looked at each other, got up instantly, opened the drawer, took out the gun he put inside, grabbed it, and quickly caught up with Beckett who had already entered the elevator.

"Shet!"

Wesley Carlos, who was performing his third Mandate of Heaven mission, looked at the target who was completely hidden behind the wall, and said, "Damn it."

He had clearly calculated the angle just now, and he was [-]% sure, so he pulled the trigger.

result……

What Wesley Carlos didn't expect was that the moment he pulled the trigger, a young man standing next to the target kicked his target. The target was kicked out of the flight path of the bullet, allowing the target to escape.

This annoyed Wesley a little.

Did the young man notice it the moment he fired the gun?
Wesley thought suspiciously.

next second.

Wesley shook his head in direct denial.

How is this possible? How can a person who looks like a high school student have such a keen intuition.

When I was in high school, I was still a kid who didn't know anything.

Weiss, who went to a public happy education college, used his own experience to infer Hawke, who went to a private quality elite education college, and then used the worldview of not all are not the same world to come up with the most reasonable answer he thinks.

As Wesley got the answer, he got up quickly, hurriedly packed the gun he had just assembled, and then called his Firefox.

no way.

Wesley knew who the target of his destiny mission this time was.

George Stacy, a detective with the New York Police Department.

If it was before, Wesley would have questioned why, but after listening to what Firefox told him, Wesley has already firmly believed in the philosophy of the Destiny Organization.

If George is not killed now, many people will die directly or indirectly because of George in the future.

and so……

Killing George equals saving a lot of people.

This is a matter of great accomplishment.

However, there is definitely no way to succeed in the assassination today.

Wesley packed his things quickly, then turned around and walked towards the emergency escape stairs. He didn't even notice a note that fell out of his pocket the moment he turned around.

Because it was too late for him to check carefully, the alarm bells of the New York Police Department had already started to ring.

"It's me, the assassination failed."

"what happened."

"He was rescued."

"Come back and tell me."

"it is good."

After walking out of the building, Wesley, who pressed his baseball cap, threw the hung up disposable mobile phone into the trash can beside him, and then carried the handbag in his pocket, whistling past The police car passed by.

Three police cars stopped under the building where Wesley had just come out, and then quickly rushed into the building with guns in hand.

The other two police cars roared towards the door of Gwen's apartment.

Helen, who was at home, heard the alarm bell from outside, and thought that some serious case had happened, and she needed to come to pick George up to go back to work overtime.

Helen is used to this.

but……

Just when Helen opened the door and was about to say that she was going to call George down, Beckett, Kevin, and Esposito who were outside the door had already entered the room, and then quickly ran towards the rooftop with weapons in hand.

Helen was stunned at this moment.

next second.

Helen also seemed to have thought of something, turned around, and hurriedly ran towards the stairs leading to the rooftop.

"Boom!"

"George!"

"At this."

George, who was leaning against the wall and clutching his waist, looked at Beckett who kicked the door, and raised his hand.

Beckett hurried to George.

Hawk on the side stood up slowly with his arms around Gwen. If nothing else happened, the killer on the opposite side should have run away.

Very fierce, this killer!
Hawke thought so.

It's not that there are no killers who dare to assassinate police detectives, but they are definitely rare. Moreover, most of the killers who dare to accept orders from police detectives are of the unknown kind.

the reason is simple.

The more famous a killer is, the less he will accept orders from law enforcement agencies.

For example, the Big Three killers including Hawke.

Hawke, Arthur the mechanic, and John Wick, the three of them, have never taken orders against law enforcement agencies.

Of course.

In the daily work, there are still some work contacts.

but……

Taking orders with a purpose and communicating with the business in daily work are completely two different things.

Gwen was a little dazed in Hawke's arms. Although she had seen many photos of the crime scene and had George take her to shoot a pistol, she watched the bullets spray sparks at her feet from such a close distance. , but it was the first time in my life.

Beckett over there had already helped George up. Seeing George baring his teeth for a while, his first reaction was that George had been hit, and he quickly shouted to Kevin behind him, "Call an ambulance."

"Need not!"

George shouted quickly, let go of his right hand, grinned and looked at Hawk who was walking towards the side, speechless for a while: "Do you have to be so powerful?"

Hawke was also speechless.

Please, I saved you, okay, if I hadn't kicked you, your head would have exploded like a watermelon.

Hawke saved Dad, but Dad is still complaining about Hawke?
Gwen turned around in a second, helped Hawke and said, "Dad, Hawke saved you just now."

George looked at Gwen with a serious and serious face, and opened his mouth.

save?
As soon as the big horse monkey stepped down, I felt that the disc in my waist was protruding.

Helen also ran up to the rooftop at this time, and hugged George directly with a bang, "Oh, God, thank God!"

Just now Helen almost thought that George was dead.

Helen let go of her hand and hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Gwen quickly replied: "Mom, Hawke saved Dad."

George, who was just about to open his mouth, was numb.

Helen looked at George: "Really?"

George opened his mouth, he didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit it: "Yes, although this guy kicked my waist..."

The voice did not fall.

George saw his wife Helen running to Hawke's side, and then hugged Hawke.

WTF!

My next sentence is the point. Can you hear me?

Unfortunately not.

Helen gave Hawk a grateful hug: "Thank you, Hawk, if you're not here, God..."

Hawke shrugged and said, "I just happened to be, Helen."

If George hadn't been the only title of "Papa Gwen", I might not be able to save him.

Looking at this scene, George took a deep breath. Then, feeling the pain in his waist, he quickly changed the subject: "Where's the killer on the other side?"

Beckett looked suspiciously at the grinning George who looked more like a monkey than a monkey: "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm out of luck."

George waved his hand and calmed down his breathing. After taking a few consecutive breaths, his expression gradually became less distorted: "Have you found the killer on the other side?"

Beckett shook his head: "No, when the police officers went up, there was no trace."

George turned his head and glanced at the opposite building, and pointed: "Go, have a look."

Seeing this, Hawke said, "I'll go and see it too, is that okay, George!"

George and Beckett turned to look at Hawke: "..."

(End of this chapter)