A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 185 Jane's sister Firefox (16, please subscribe!!)

After saying this, Firefox turned around and left.

Sloan was like a kind father, holding Wesley's shoulders and leading Wesley to his office.

Do not misunderstand.

Sloan was just worried that Wesley would be chopped up by other killers.

Again.

Relying on his own power, Wesley forcibly lowered the level of their Destiny Killer organization.

"Thank you."

After putting on a set of clean clothes in the changing room of Sloan's office, Wesley came out while wiping his hair: "Sloan, I assure you..."

Sloan interrupted, and said kindly: "Okay, just don't make such a mistake next time."

He didn't dare to let Wesley finish this sentence, because Sloan was worried, and he was also afraid that he would not be able to control himself and shoot Wesley directly.

So fucking stupid.

If it were any killer, if it was the same as Wesley, let alone saved, even if he didn't die, Sloan would kill that stupid killer directly.

But Sloan was well disguised.

Not only was Wesley not aware of it at all, but he was still jumping around on this issue without realizing it at all, and even had time to care about his goddess.

"Sloan, Firefox won't be angry with me, I really didn't mean to."

"……Won't."

"really?"

"……real!"

Sloan had a smile on his face, and Wesley had already been hung up in his heart and beaten countless times.

This idiot.

Stupid!

Sloan thought so, seeing that Wesley seemed to be planning to ask something, raised his eyebrows, and interrupted quickly: "Okay, you are also very nervous when this kind of thing happened, go back to your room and rest for a while, after all , Outside of us, there is still an enemy eyeing us."

Wesley saw that Sloan not only did not blame himself, but cared about his words, his expression was very moved: "Sloan, I will definitely kill the cross."

Sloane smiled reassuringly.

next second.

Wesley, who got up from the sofa, seemed to think of something, and looked at Sloan: "By the way, Sloan, does Firefox have a task tonight?"

Sloan was about to shake his head, but after thinking about it, he nodded.

"Yes."

"What mission."

"That's Firefox's job."

"Now we have too few people, I can help Firefox."

"……unnecessary."

"I can!"

"..."

Sloan was silent, frantically restraining his urge to kill Wesley now, and shook his head after a moment of silence: "The mission of Firefox is not an assassination mission."

Wesley frowned and said, "What is that?"

Under normal circumstances, no matter in any killer organization, Wesley's words were considered a crazy provocation.

There is no need for a killer, and there is no need to inquire about another killer's mission.

This is an unspoken rule.

But Wesley, who joined the Destiny Organization for two months, seemed to not even know about the unspoken rules. He inquired about the mission of another killer, and what this behavior meant.

but……

Who makes the favored feel confident.

Sloan looked up at Wesley and shook his head: "It's the same as touching you."

"what?"

"It's the same as Firefox recruiting you."

Same as Firefox recruited me?
New killer?
Wesley's thoughts turned sharply, and he couldn't help asking Sloan, "...who, why did Firefox go over there."

"..."

Hearing this sentence, Sloan couldn't help closing his eyes again, using his [-]% thoughts to suppress his urge to chop Wesley right now, immediately, immediately.

but……

As a Sloan who has a big picture, he restrained himself. After opening his eyes, although he didn't want to kill Wesley, he still said in a cold tone: "Okay, you can go to rest first. As for who, maybe We'll find out in a few days."

Wesley opened his mouth.

Seeing this, Sloan got up from his seat directly.

Row.

you don't go?
Then I'll go!
Wesley looked at Sloan who got into his small room, and wanted to catch up and continue to ask questions, but after thinking about it, he turned and left, looking for his goddess.

Firefox is in his room, using a shredder to destroy the data in his hand.

After the data entered the shredder, it was shredded perfectly.

at this time.

"Dong dong!"

"Enter!"

Wesley cautiously pushed open the door, looked at the beautiful Firefox with a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at him expressionlessly, opened his mouth, as if licking a dog aroused the anger of his goddess: "I'm sorry, Firefox, I Not next time."

The tone was humble.

Any straight man of steel would want to beat up Wesley, who is also a man, when he heard this sentence. It is because of the existence of these dog-licking dogs that today's women's rights are even more insane.

Firefox just glanced at Wesley, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to destroy the information in his hand with a blank expression.

Seeing this, Wesley took a few steps and couldn't help asking, "Are you going to recruit new members?"

If you change this tone, it's like licking a dog asking your goddess, who are you going to sleep with tonight.

Humble again.

Firefox didn't finish.

Wesley summoned courage.

"Can I go with you?"

"no!"

"I can……"

"You exposed."

Firefox looked at Wesley expressionlessly: "You have been noticed by the New York Police Department, and taking you out now will only cause some unnecessary trouble."

Wesley opened his mouth: "I'm sorry!"

Firefox stuffed the last stack of materials into the shredder, then passed Wesley's side, and walked towards the door. When passing Wesley: "You apologized too many times."

After apologizing, I didn't change it.

It just makes apologizing cheaper and cheaper.

Wesley turned to look at Firefox leaving the room, then retracted, his eyes fell on the documents that were slowly entering the shredder.

into the eye.

Wesley seemed to see a name.

Hawk Dayne.

this……

who is this ?

……

really.

After the live broadcast was cut off on the TV, and the police officers who had dived into the water appeared again, there was no trace of Wesley.

Hawke, who was sitting on the sofa, sipped the bourbon in his hand, looked at George and Beckett, who were looking at each other in the live broadcast, and seemed to be discussing something, and smiled.

at this time.

The door was opened from the outside.

Hawke turned to look.

Lorna looked at Hawke who was sitting on the sofa, blinked, then, with a straight face, walked towards the bar, with a slightly strange tone: "Yo, there are guests at home."

Are you mad at me for not coming back last night?

Hawk touched his nose, got up from the sofa, and apologized with a smile: "Lorna, I told you that night."

Lorna, who was pouring juice for herself, seemed even angrier when she heard this, and rolled her eyes: "But you didn't say that you slept with Gwen last night."

This is where the nights start.

What's next?
Live with Gwen directly?

Then I go?
Lorna's expression was angry, a little hard to accept, she was the one who came first, why should she go.

This is not reasonable!

"I'm not afraid of you thinking too much."

Hawk pulled out the high stool, sat on it, and apologized with a smile: "Besides, I slept in the guest room."

Lorna looked up.

"Didn't sleep together?"

"no!"

"you swear?"

"I swear."

After hearing this sentence, Lorna's expression filled with displeasure softened slightly, but she was still a little angry: "Then you can tell me the truth."

To tell you the truth, you are afraid that you will kill Gwen's house directly, let me go home.

Hawke thought in this way, nodded, and readily admitted his mistake: "Once again, I apologize, I won't do it next time, am I afraid that you will run to Gwen's house and take me away? If I don’t, I won’t be able to find information, you said, if I’m bored, I can change to a smaller one.”

Lorna curled her lips: "I'm not that boring. Besides, I'm not the kind of possessive perverted woman."

Hawke nodded: "Yes, our Lorna has always been very magnanimous, that's what I've always said."

Lorna glanced at Hawke.

She suspected that Hawke was running on her, but she had no proof.

quite a while.

"Ok."

Lorna could no longer hold back the angry expression on her face. Ever since she was a child, she had always had a hard time getting angry with Hawke. After all, she also knew that Hawke had always stood in front of her for so many years. She was well protected from the wind and rain, so Lorna took a deep breath, looked at Hawk, and said softly, "No exception, I need to know where you are, don't worry me."

Hawk nodded heavily: "Okay."

at this time.

Ding Dong!

Hawke and Lorna turned their heads to look at the gate where the bell rang.

"John?"

Hawk got up and opened the door, looked at John standing at the door, smiled and said, "Are you back from a business trip?"

Unlike killers like Hawk, whose activities are only in New York and spread to the next country at most, John's business is the kind that spreads all over the world.

But the earning is still the same as that of Hawke, all of which are beautiful knives.

This is not.

John went on a business trip a few days ago.

John nodded, saw Lorna coming from the bar, smiled and said, "Just came back, come to my house for dinner together?"

Hawk shrugged and looked at Lorna.

There is no problem with him, it mainly depends on whether Lorna wants to go there.

Lorna's eyes lit up: "Can Jane still make bacon?"

John laughed, "Of course."

Lorna said: "Then, I like the bacon made by Jane the most. I will never get tired of eating it every day."

Hawke and John laughed.

after awhile.

John closed his voice: "Okay, then it's settled, seven o'clock."

Hawke nodded: "Okay."

John turns.

next second.

John seemed to have thought of something, turned his head to look at Hawke and said, "By the way, Jane's sister will also participate tonight. Is it okay, let me tell you in advance."

Hawk raised his eyebrows: "Jane's sister?"

John nodded.

……

(End of this chapter)