A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 179 George, certified by God (510, please subscribe!!)

"can."

"no!"

Seeing that Hawke mentioned that he wanted to go to the opposite side together, George thought about it and didn't choose to refuse, but he didn't expect that when he nodded in agreement, Gwen had an opinion.

"no!"

Gwen took Hawke's arm and said, "It's too dangerous, just go there, Dad, what are you doing with him?"

Beckett, Kevin, and Esposito turned their gazes directly into the distance.

Helen was speechless.

George took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. He originally wanted to say that this tuba is useless and can practice trumpets, but after thinking about it, he still has three trumpets. In an instant, a very inexplicable emotion suddenly appeared. was born.

This kind of emotion is called, my daughter has already turned her elbows outside.

but……

Hawke went anyway.

Gwen wanted to come along too.

But under Hawke's reassurance that once there is danger, he will hide behind George. If the two of them go together, George will not be able to hide two people behind him.

Gwen thought about it, and felt that what Hawke said made sense, so she had no choice but to go, but repeatedly told Hawke that if he was in danger, he must hide behind George.

George walked out of the apartment almost black-faced.

Now George, not only his outer waist was kicked by Hawke, but even his inner waist felt like he was being pulled hard by his daughter.

In the past, George didn't understand why those old colleagues who had daughters were shaking their heads and saying that it was not good to raise a daughter. George didn't care about it at the time, after all, it's a little padded jacket.

at the moment?

George suddenly realized why the predecessors sighed so much.

Because George regretted it too.

"Ding!"

"Sir."

"Sir!"

George came back to his senses, took a deep breath, adjusted his state amid a burst of mouth cramps, walked out of the elevator, and came to the roof of the building opposite the apartment.

into the eye.

There are already eight or nine police officers scattered on the roof of the building, and they are searching the entire roof like a blanket.

Hawke said to George who was on the side, "Let me see."

George nodded.

"Don't run around."

"It's so big, can I still jump off it?"

Hawke laughed, waved his hands, and went to the guardrail where he could see the roof of George's apartment from the front, and then looked at the rooftop of the apartment directly opposite.

next second.

Hawk closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them, he looked around, then, frowned, walked a few steps to the side, and finally, stood precisely on Wesley Carlos' just-pushed The position where the sniper rifle was lying on was on.

squat.

Hawk touched the floor.

Ok.

There is still some residual heat.

He's an elite rookie with good marksmanship and decent professional skills, but he doesn't seem to have done any missions before?
Hawk raised his eyebrows.

The so-called elite rookies are also easy to understand. This kind of people, they are not considered killers from scratch, but belong to the type of half-way monks.

Elite rookies are mostly used to describe some special soldiers from the elite army who choose to be killers because they can't make money, or want to make quick money.

This kind of people has the ability to kill, and their skills are also very good, but they still lack some basic knowledge or some exclusive knowledge of killers.

It's like the floor under your feet that is still warm.

If it's Hawke, don't say lying on the ground for an hour, even if you lie on the ground for fifteen hours, after he leaves, even if you touch it three seconds later, you won't feel any obvious difference in temperature between this floor and other floors change.

If you don't leave any clues, including fingerprints, body fluids or temperature, this is a required advanced course for killers.

Therefore, Hawke made such a judgment.

but……

I haven't offended any killer organization recently, have I?

Hawk frowned. This year, apart from offending S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Skrulls, it was basically a peaceful time.

Not to mention that he has already settled the troubles of S.H.I.E.L.D., as well as the troubles from the Skrulls. In the past week, even Lorna despised him when he was free. How could there be any Northwest Time to provoke any killer? What about organization?

George glanced at Hawk who was standing not far away, and looked away.

"Have you found anything?"

"Sir."

A police officer ran up to George, handed George a piece of paper in an evidence bag that he had just picked up on the ground, and said, "We found this note at the scene."

George took over.

[Wanted order! 】

【Name: "George Stacy!"】

【Age: "42!"】

【Height: "[-]!"】

【Weight: "One thirty!"】

[Destiny time: "November [-], [-] at [-]:[-] am!"]

[Destiny number: "NO.4452!"]

"..."

"what is this?"

"What is this?"

Beckett and Kevin on the side glanced at it, and they didn't understand it. They knew every word on it, but when they were combined, they felt like they couldn't understand it.

So did George.

but.

My son-in-law Hawke, the Big Three killers!

"Hawk!"

"Ok?"

Hawke heard George's voice, turned around, and walked up to George: "What's wrong?"

George handed the evidence bag in his hand to Hawke: "Look."

Beckett and his two subordinates looked at each other, and then set their eyes on Hawke.

Hawke took the evidence bag in George's hand, glanced at it, and then looked up at George.

Ok.

The killer wasn't after him.

It was George who brought the killer here.

After just a glance, Hawke recognized the origin of this thing, and then looked at George curiously: "You should know about this thing."

George frowned.

Hawk reminded: "We talked just now."

George was slightly taken aback.

"Destiny?"

"Correct."

Hawke nodded, and handed George the arrest warrant from the Destiny Killer Organization in his hand: "This arrest warrant is unique to the Destiny Organization, congratulations."

George took the evidence bag and heard Hawke's words.

"Congratulations on what?"

"Congratulations on being certified."

The corner of Hawke's mouth rose slightly: "You should know that the Mandate of Heaven organization claims to carry out God's will. Obviously, you are on God's blacklist and identified by the Mandate of Heaven. They believe that if you are killed, you can be killed To save hundreds of thousands of people in the future, to put it simply, you are a bad guy, this is certified by God."

This is not Hawke joking or nonsense.

Although in the movie, it was revealed at the end that the factory director Sloan was pretending to be the list, but it was not at the beginning that he faked it, but after the name of the factory director Sloan appeared on the loom of fate, the latter started to fake it. of.

and so……

At the very least, this can show that the name that appeared at the beginning of the loom of fate may really come from God's will.

As for George's name, whether it really came from the loom of fate or was forged by the factory director Sloan, Hawke is not quite sure.

Listening to Hawke's words, George fell into deep thought.

Hawke turned around after saying this, and returned to the position where the killer was lying on his stomach just now. Then, he raised his eyebrows, and a name appeared in his mind.

Wesley Close.

The destiny killer who took over the fate tonight and came to assassinate him might be the son of Carlos Cross, Wesley Carlos.

From the Destiny Organization.

Elite rookie.

After Hawk went through these two precise options in his mind, there was only one suspect with this possibility left in his mind.

First of all, the bounty hunting order for Carlos Klos has been issued for more than two months, and it must have been more than two months since Carlos Klos defected.

Therefore, at this time, Wesley Cross must have joined the Destiny Organization.

Finally, there are the attributes of elite rookies.

He has good killing skills, but he still lacks in the actual combat of killers. Apart from this Wesley Cross, is there a second killer in the Destiny Organization that fits this characteristic?

interesting.

Hawke seemed to think of something, thought inwardly, and couldn't help but shook his head.

not far away.

After taking over, the police found the bullet casings in the evidence bag, and Beckett, who had been looking at Hawke, handed the evidence bag to George, and said curiously: "The Mandate of Heaven, what is this? "

George took the evidence bag, looked at Beckett, and told the reason why he invited Hawke to dinner at home tonight. At the same time, he also told Beckett that the two bodies in their hands this week were suspects. People, very likely came from this destiny organization.

"and……"

George handed the evidence bag containing the bullet casings to Kevin who was on the side, and asked Kevin to instruct the Evidence Identification Center to give priority to the inspection of this bag of evidence tomorrow morning, while looking at Beckett: "I have a feeling, my rooftop The two bullets on the gun and the bullets found in the bodies of the two deceased belonged to the same person."

Beckett nodded and lowered his voice: "So, you plan to ask Hawk to help you?"

George shook his head, and was just about to tell Beckett that Hawke told him that King was going to retire and die tonight, then he saw the man standing not far away, seemed to think of something, turned around and passed them, heading into the building Walking Hawk.

"Hoke."

George hurried to catch up.

Seeing this, Beckett also turned around and chased after him.

Soon.

Hawk walked out of the building behind him, looked at the two sides of the building, and then, his eyes lit up, he turned right and walked towards a trash can on the side of the road not far away.

"This is……"

"Wait first."

George and Beckett followed behind, and then saw Hawk directly lift the lid of the trash can, George stepped forward quickly: "Don't move, let me do it."

Hawk turned his head to look at George, who was walking with gloves on, shrugged and took a step back.

next second.

George fumbled for a moment in his right hand in the trash can, and then grabbed out a prepaid disposable mobile phone.

……

(End of this chapter)