A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 192 King's Retirement Is Not K2 (Please Subscribe!!)

Audi A8 roars!

The corner of Hawke's mouth raised slightly, he looked away from George who was poking out of the apartment, stepped on the accelerator, and then drove away from the apartment door in an instant.

30 seconds later.

George ran out directly from the gate of the apartment, opened his car door, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, he chased after Hawk who was about to reach the end of the street.

damn it.

You are provoking me.

Hawk's eyes moved up and landed in the rearview mirror, looking at George who was catching up with a Ford sedan behind him, released the brake, stepped on the accelerator again, turned right onto NO.90 Street, and at the same time, took out the On his cell phone, he called George.

beep!
beep!
The call is connected!
"Do not talk to me."

"..."

Hawke listened to the voice from the phone, which sounded a little annoyed, and shook his head: "George, what do you think I'm going to tell you?"

George sneered, looking at Hawk who was about to catch up: "No matter what you say, I won't believe you."

I trust you so much.

Is that how you play with my trust in you?
"Is this what you call retirement?"

"……Hey!"

"Why are you sighing?"

"never mind."

Hawk sighed, shook his head, and said into the phone: "George, from here to Port Brooklyn, if you can catch up with me, I promise, I will tell you everything, honestly."

George sneered: "You still want to drive to the port of Brooklyn, I'm going to..."

The words have not yet fallen!

George only heard a bang, and then saw that the silver Audi A8 in front suddenly sprang out like two flames, and then, with a bang, an unprecedented speed erupted. In the blink of an eye, before waiting When George came back to his senses, the Audi A8, which was only one body short, completely disappeared in front of his eyes. He only saw, in the distance of the street, a silver lightning bolt turning left and entering another street. .

Walter...

George was completely shocked.

After half an hour.

George slowly drove the vehicle into the Port of Brooklyn.

into the eye.

George saw the vehicle parked on the side of the Hudson River at the first time, sitting on the roof of the vehicle with one foot propped up, squinting his eyes, and looking up, Hawke felt the wind from the Hudson River.

What the hell is this guy doing?

George murmured to himself, and after slowly stopping the car, he opened the door.

"Have any cigarettes, George."

"..."

George was silenced again by Hawke's preemptive move, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and threw one directly to Hawke.

Hawke took it, thanked him, and then took out the gun with his right hand, and with a bang, under unparalleled control, he ignited the cigarette with the heat of the bullet ejected from the chamber.

George looked dumbfounded.

Good guy.

Is this really not pretending?
Hawke took a deep breath, and a big dragon came out, squinting his eyes, and slowly exhaled the cigarette, with a faint tone: "George, do you believe in God?"

"It doesn't matter whether I believe in God or not." George twitched at the corner of his mouth, looked up at Hawk, who was sitting on the roof of the car, and said in a deep voice, "But do you respect me when you say that?"

Hawk returned to his senses, looked down at George, said oh, then moved his butt to the side, and then patted the vacant position: "Here."

Otherwise, just violate the bottom line once.

just one time.

Let me take a shot and forget it.

George's little devil screamed inwardly.

Hawk looked at the motionless George and laughed.

"You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

"what?"

"Are you afraid that I will push you down directly?"

"I fear you?"

George raised his eyebrows. These words directly aroused his desire to win. He propped up the hood of Hawk's A8, bounced, and landed heavily on the roof of the car: "I'm afraid I'll crush your car, you Sue me for damage to personal property."

Hawk looked at the footprints left by George and smiled: "How could that be?"

Looking at the expression on Hawke's face, George sat down next to Hawke, with his feet stretched forward, without any image at all, and lit a cigarette for himself.

The river wind is cold.

The smoke is very smoky.

quite a while.

"K2 is you?"

"……Yes."

"..."

George, who originally thought he would get the answer "Do you have any evidence" again, suddenly got a little stunned when he heard this affirmative answer without ambiguity.

Hawke looked at George, who seemed to have a dull expression, and said with a smile: "You seem surprised, I thought, you already guessed it was me."

George returned to his senses, without any feeling of overjoyed or ecstatic surprise in his heart.

Without him.

George knew Hawke.

From the moment he realized that Hawke was King, he didn't find any evidence that could connect Hawke with King. Even if he found some evidence, it was either evidence that Hawke was not King, or that Hawke deliberately Stay, let the evidence they found on purpose come.

All in all, one sentence.

The evidence that George found was the evidence that Hawke wanted them to see.

And Hawke, who has such a high IQ and pretends to be himself, will admit so easily that he is the murderer of tonight's case.

wrong.

There must be fraud in this.

George's thoughts turned sharply, and he narrowed his eyes.

"What trick are you playing, Hawke."

"I didn't play."

Hawk looked innocent, spread his hands, and looked at George: "You asked me if I was K2, I answered you, I am, you ask questions, I answer questions, such a simple thing, what kind of tricks can I play? Woolen cloth."

George was silent.

Did not play?

I believe in you.

Hawk looked at George who was silent, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with you, George, this reaction is not yours."

George looked up with a swish.

sneer.

"Do you think this trick is fun?"

"...what a trick."

Hawk was stunned when he heard this sentence: "Why don't I know what trick I'm playing."

George shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Just tell me, Hawke, what exactly do you want to do, I remember you said, you promised me that you are going to retire, do you think this kind of life is still It's very interesting, then have you ever thought about Gwen, if your identity is exposed, what kind of danger Gwen will encounter?"

When talking about his daughter, George couldn't hide the anger on his face.

Hawke was silent for a moment.

"I can protect Gwen well."

"Ah!"

"and……"

Hawke looked up and looked at George with a serious expression: "I was on the rooftop and told you that King is going to quit the arena, and I am also serious."

George sneered: "Then what's going on with you."

Hawke shrugged: "King is King, K2 is K2, it's different."

Three black question marks appeared on George's head first, and then, as if thinking of something, he looked at Hawke angrily and with a smile: "Is this the retirement you said?"

Where is my gun?
Where is my Beretta [-]F?
George looked down for the gun.

Hawk watched George's movements, shook his head, then took a deep breath, and looked up at George: "The Destiny Killer organization found me."

Forget it.

I can't continue playing. In case George really goes crazy, it seems that there is really only one person who can leave here alive tonight.

Whoever it was, Gwen would probably be very sad.

Hawke thought so.

After hearing Hawke's words, George stopped looking for the gun instantly, looked up at Hawke, and narrowed his eyes: "The Destiny Killer Organization?"

Hawke nodded, and in order to prevent George from misunderstanding, he said, "The Destiny Killer found me when I was in school, and Gwen also knew about it."

George froze for a moment.

"what?"

"Don't worry, Gwen doesn't know that that person is from the Destiny Killer organization."

"..."

George's movement of getting up was slightly slowed down by Hawke's words. After sitting down again, he hesitated for a moment and understood the meaning of Hawke's words just now.

The Destiny Killer organization approached Hawke.

Not K2.

Not even King.

It was Hawk Dayne.

The real Hawk Dayne.

"What are they looking for you for?"

"They've been looking for me since a month ago."

Hawke smiled at George, telling the truth, shrugged his shoulders and said, "However, they found me after their people failed to assassinate you."

The implication is obvious.

All this is your fault.

Facing the scapegoat thrown at him inexplicably, George was unmoved, but frowned, and looked at Hawke in a deep voice: "Why did they find you?"

Hawk glanced at George, and then looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle: "George, I really want to leave the assassin, which is full of right and wrong."

The corner of George's mouth began to be torn violently.

Pack!
I have seen through you.

From the moment you said that King was retiring, and it wasn't you retiring, I knew that you never thought about retiring at all, so stop pretending!
George really wanted to yell such a sentence into Hawke's ear, but he still suppressed the discomfort of drawing his gun and pinched his nose: "I believe you, then what?"

Hawk looked away, looked at George, smiled and said: "But the people from the Destiny Organization found me and told me that I am a person favored by God, and I need to be God's agent, walk in the world, and carry out God's will .”

George frowned.

"So, you are also on God's list, then they..."

"No no no."

Hawk shook his head: "I am different from you. You are a bad guy recognized by God. I am different. I am a good person recognized by God to carry out God's will and destroy you bad guys recognized by God."

George took a deep breath.

Bow down.

Start looking for the gun again.

I'm a badass?

Ah.

Maybe in another world, I am!

But, you, no matter which world you are in, you are a proper villain.

Where is my gun? ?

……

(End of this chapter)