A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 184 Record-breaking Wesley (1010, please subscribe!!)

It was gunshots.

but……

It wasn't the gunshots from Hawke's side, but the gunshots from outside.

"Beretta Ninety Two F!"

Hawk heard the gunshot, raised his eyebrows, put away his phone, and walked outside the apartment: "NYPD?"

The standard pistol of the NYPD is the Beretta [-]F.

Moreover, Hawke has dealt with the New York Police Department several times, and he is very familiar with the sound of the Beretta [-]F pistol. The gunshot just now came from the Beretta [-]F pistol.

Opposite of the road……

Wesley Close?

After Hawke left the apartment, he looked at the flickering lights across the road and raised his eyebrows.

"Shet!"

Ryan quickly pulled a policeman who was shot to his side: "The policeman fell to the ground, the policeman fell to the ground, the target has a weapon."

The police officers who came to support, as well as George and Beckett wearing body armor, passed by Ryan, and carefully outflanked the room where the bullet had just been fired.

"Fake!"

Coming back today, Wesley Cross, who was about to pack up his remaining things and take them back to his dormitory, had his heart beating faster. He leaned against the wall, held a weapon in his hand, and yelled violently, "Shet!"

While Wesley Cross was irritable, he was a little unacceptable. He simply didn't understand why the New York Police Department could find him so quickly.

It's unscientific, I didn't even show my face last night.

Wesley Cross thought in his heart, but the movement of his hands did not stop at all. After taking a few deep breaths, he rushed out from behind the wall, and while jumping to the side, he clasped his hands Pulling the trigger, he directly used the assassination trick he had just learned.

Gun fighting!
boom!
boom!
boom!
After one bullet after another was discharged in an instant, it began to directly ignore the most basic laws of physics. One bullet, with a whistling sound, shot right into the thigh of a special policeman.

The other two bullets also turned around in the air and hit the two police officers who were scientifically impossible to shoot.

A thud.

The two police officers only felt that their chests were hit, and they fell directly backwards.

fortunately……

The body armor on them saved him.

"Subject escaped through the window."

"Bang bang bang!"

"Puff puff!"

One bullet after another hit the threshold of the window, splashing countless sawdust, but failed to hit the voice of Wesley Cross who had just broken the window and ran out.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

"Hey."

"Firefox, I'm being targeted by the NYPD."

"……what?"

In the textile factory, the glamorous Firefox, who was flipping through a piece of personnel information he had just obtained, also got up from his seat when he heard some Wesley panting in panic from the phone: "How could the New York Police Department It will be so soon..."

Not finished.

Meiyan Firefox seemed to realize something, and said in a deep voice: "Damn it, did you lose your phone again last night?"

Wesley Close opened his mouth: "Uh..."

understood.

Meiyan Firefox took a deep breath, walked towards the outside, and cursed in a deep voice: "Damn it, how many times have I told you, you are so stupid."

After his first mission, Wesley liked to throw away his phone so coolly, and even showed it off to her, saying that such behavior was cool.

Firefox scolded Wesley at the time.

Originally, Firefox thought that Wesley had listened to it and changed it. Unexpectedly, this idiot didn't change it at all. He thought that the killer was the same as the killer in Hollywood blockbusters.

A real killer, who the hell dares to use his real name to work.

Wesley couldn't help but stop when he heard Firefox's scolding.

next second.

Firefox took a deep breath, opened his car door and got in: "Damn it, get out of there quickly and go to the extraction point, I'll go there now."

Done.

Firefox hung up the phone directly.

Hearing the blind tone from the phone, Wesley also quickly dropped the phone in his hand, and ran to the side of the road while shooting at the back to prevent the New York Police Department from pursuing him.

An old woman just got out of the car.

"key!"

"Give me the car keys!"

"..."

Seeing Wesley running out of the alley with a ferocious expression, the old grandma was completely frightened. Her high blood pressure surged instantly, she rolled her eyes, and fell backwards.

"Shet!"

Wesley looked at the fallen grandmother, cursed Shet secretly, bent down, quickly snatched the car key from the grandmother's hand, got into the car, and started the 80s-style car under him. Down, quickly left the place.

"stop!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Boom!"

"what."

The windshield shattered and scratched Wesley's arm, but this didn't stop Wesley, on the contrary, it made Wesley want to escape even more. With a bang, he directly hit a person standing in front of him. The police officer then drove towards the front without stopping.

Boom!
After being knocked into the air, the police officer spun around in the air and landed on the ground, uttering a scream.

"Fake!"

"Attention all patrol officers."

"The target is fleeing along the Raroton Avenue. The target is armed and extremely dangerous. After discovering it, open fire without warning!"

George grabbed the walkie-talkie and finished speaking in a deep voice. While running towards his police car, he turned his head and said to Esposito who was following behind, "Apply to the headquarters to call the helicopter."

Esposito responded quickly.

George directly opened the car door, and after entering the car with Beckett, he roared and chased Gu Qiu towards Wesley Cross who had already run away.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hawk looked at George who was driving a police car roaring away in the distance, blinked his eyes, then retracted his gaze, and walked towards his vehicle expressionlessly.

In a word.

It's none of your business, hang up high.

Hawke's mission this time did not have any conflicts with George.

George's mission is to capture Wesley Cross.

Hawke's mission is to kill Carlos Clos.

There is no mission connection between the two, if anything, George killed his son, while Hawke killed his father.

But this is purely a coincidence.

But that's fine too.

George has a case on him now, and the suspect is still so arrogant, not only dared to shoot with the police station, but even dared to drive a car into the police officer, no matter how you look at it, it was Chi Guoguo's provocation.

Therefore, George must be very angry, so angry that he doesn't care too much about what he wants to do.

This is good.

Thinking so in Hawke's mind, he got in the car, started the car, drove directly, and left the place.

After returning home.

Lorna wasn't home.

Hawk came to the bar, poured himself a glass of bourbon, walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on the wall-mounted TV.

into the eye.

really.

The helicopters of the New York media have already started, and they are watching the following chase scene, live broadcasting it.

but……

The live broadcast was actually coming to an end. Just after Hawk turned on the TV, he saw that Wesley drove the snatched classic car directly into the Hudson River at an unabated speed.

George and Beckett stepped on the brakes in a hurry, ran out of the car, stood outside the fence that was smashed by the vehicle, and looked into the Hudson River.

The temperature of the Hudson River in mid-November can't be said to be very cold, it can also be called bitingly cold.

A classic car was bubbling and gradually sank into the water.

but……

Wesley Cross, who sank into the water with the classic car, never came out of the water. It looked like he had no hope of escape and chose to commit suicide by jumping off the car.

After half an hour.

The support from the New York Police Department rushed to the scene. On the TV, the live broadcast picture also switched from the sky to the ground. The beautiful female reporter was live broadcasting the scene behind her wearing a diving suit and preparing to go into the water towards the audience.

George and Beckett were also in the live broadcast.

soon.

After the police officers in protective clothing checked their equipment, they dived into the water.

Hawk watched with relish.

It's just that he knew that Wesley was no longer in the water.

"Snapped!"

"...Firefox?"

"idiot!"

Firefox, who had brought Wesley back to the textile factory, got out of the car, saw Wesley, who had wet her car and had an innocent expression on his face, and slapped her across the face.

Wesley covered his face with an unbelievable expression. After all, in the past two months, although Firefox smoked, had tattoos and killed people without blinking an eye, he was a gentle goddess in his heart.

And now?
Since the goddess hit him.

"For so many years, why did you fail in a mission and was targeted by the New York Police Department?"

"okay!"

Factory director Sloan, who had been watching this scene, came out. After all, he still needed Wesley to help them kill the cross that they couldn't kill. He smoothed things over, helped Wesley speak, and said to Firefox: "Wesley is still a novice after all, just realize your mistakes."

The power of this sentence is no less than that of a child.

Wesley looked at Sloan, the factory manager who spoke for him, as if he had found his own father.

Even though Wesley didn't know anything about it, the one who was there and wanted to kill him was the factory director Sloan.

After all, it's fine for a killer not to complete the task, and even leave such obvious clues for the New York Police Department to find directly. It has to be said that Wesley has broken a record.

but……

Wesley is still useful to them, and they need to get used to it for the time being.

Factory director Sloan shook his head and said to Firefox, "Do you want to get close to him?"

Firefox ignored the 'grievance', 'discomfort', and 'I'm wrong goddess' gazes sent by Wesley, and looked at the director Sloan and nodded: "Don't worry, I'll go to contact tonight."

Factory director Sloan nodded, and patted Wesley on the shoulder like a kind old father, as if to comfort Wesley.

……

(End of this chapter)