A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 196 Let God Come Out and Speak to Me (Please Subscribe!!)
Firefox was a little stunned when he heard Hawke's question.

"what?"

"What if Sloan translates wrong?"

"This is impossible."

"I said if."

Hawk spread his hands with an innocent expression on his face, looked at Firefox, and said, "What you said just now, only Sloan knows how to translate, that is to say, there is no one to review. If Sloan makes a mistake in translating, you will also I don't know, what should I do if this happens?"

Firefox opened its mouth, seemingly dumbfounded.

Seeing this, Hawke became even more curious: "Have you never thought about this question?"

Firefox hesitated and shook his head.

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

Good guy.

really.

The old saying is true.

The best leeks to cut are actually believers. Under a word of faith, you can cut whatever you want, without even doubting it.

People's old leeks will resist when the sickle cuts them. Only this kind of leeks with faith, even if the sickle is repeatedly cut back and forth, will not ask the simplest question, why.

quite a while.

Firefox shook his head and looked at Hawke: "What you said is only possible, but Sloan will never do this."

Hawke tilted his head: "Why?"

Firefox said in a deep voice: "Because Sloan has no reason to do this."

They are not a killer organization for money. They are killers who fulfill God's will, are chosen by God, become their agents, and execute God's will.

They kill one person and save hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands.

They all share a common belief.

and so……

Sloan, who is also the agent of the previous generation, has no reason to do such a thing.

"Furthermore, God's will is very clear. Even if the translation is wrong, I will find it when I sort out the information."

"……All right."

Hawk looked at Firefox with a very serious expression, and shrugged: "I'm just asking, by the way, what was Sloan's former code name?"

Firefox glanced at Hawke: "Cross!"

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"cross?"

"Correct."

Firefox nodded and said: "As the six performers, the code name of the cross is the most advanced, followed by Mr. X, then me, and then the three of them, the pharmacist, the repairman, and the butcher. In terms of translating God's language, only the previous cross His successors have such talent."

Hawk touched his chin: "It sounds reasonable."

cross.

God.

Only the cross can translate this language of God, and it seems quite reasonable to rush.

soon.

Firefox brought Hawk back to the old Heslon's office.

Old Heislone, seeing the two people who came in again, stood up and handed the wanted list that he had just translated to Firefox: "This is the list that was just translated."

Firefox took the list, glanced at Hawk next to him, then turned and left the office.

"Please sit down."

"Thank you."

Old Hesloan tidied up his coat, brought a jug of fine wine, poured two glasses respectively, pushed a glass to Hawk who was sitting on the opposite sofa, and toasted.

Hawke took the wine glass, raised it, and took a sip.

"good."

"I specially found Thunder Bourbon."

"is it?"

Hawke glanced at the bottle of bourbon that old Hesloan put on the coffee table, and smiled: "Very good."

I'm afraid this has another meaning.

That is, I even know what kind of bourbon you like to drink, so I know you quite well.

Old Heislone leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a smile, "Firefox took you around just now, how do you feel?"

Hawke put the wine glass on the coffee table, leaned against the sofa, nodded, and said very pertinently: "It's just a quick look, I just want to see Mr. X's room, Firefox said I need to wait."

The old Hesloan laughed loudly, and said nonsense with his eyes open: "Mr. X's room has never been cleaned. There is too much dust. Firefox has already arranged for someone to clean it, so I didn't take you there."

Hawk nodded: "Okay."

You are afraid that I will meet Wesley.

Hawke thought so.

The old Heslon said with a smile: "How about it, Hawke, do you want to join us, become God's agent, and carry out God's will?"

Hawk leaned on the sofa and smiled: "If I say, I don't want to, will you let me go?"

The smile on old Heslon's face froze.

Hawk chuckled, picked up the bourbon cup in his hand, and looked at old Hey Sloan: "Sloan, I think you should know that I am an atheist."

Yes.

Although Hawke often took God out for a walk, people who knew Hawke, even Hawke believed that his information also stated that he was an atheist.

"so……"

Hawke took a sip of the bourbon in his hand and looked at the old Hesloan on the opposite side: "Besides, I'm not the kind of newcomer, so don't say unnecessary things. I have no objection to joining you, even, I am also happy to join an organization, and I am also happy to be the agent of this god, but I will not give up my identity."

In a word.

Even if I join you, I will not be some Mr. X.

My name is K2.

Even if he joins you, he should be called Mr. K.

and……

If I join you, I will join you, but if you think that after I join you, I will give up the work of receiving orders outside, then don't think about it.

From an undercover point of view.

Hawke's showdown is tantamount to detrimental to undercover work.

but……

Such words are just right for Hawke.

Old Hesloan laughed and said: "Hawk, I never said that after you joined us, you would give up your original life and work. God is merciful. If this is the case, then God is not God. It's gone, isn't it?"

Hawk shrugged: "Okay, then I will join you."

Old Hesloan laughed again.

Shaking his head.

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"how?"

"God is merciful, but God is also severe."

"Ok?"

"You need to pass the assessment, just like the former Mr. X, like the cross, and just like the Firefox. Only after completing the agent assessment, can you become God's agent and carry out God's will."

"Your assessment task?"

"No, God's mission!"

Old Heslon said: "We are all God's agents and servants of God. Whether we can become servants of God is not up to us, but to God."

Hawk nodded and looked at old Heslon: "So, what does God need me to do to make me his servant?"

Old Hesloan smiled slightly, got up, and walked towards his desk.

after awhile.

Old Heslon handed Hawk a piece of woven cloth and a translated paper. After sitting down, he smiled and said, "God's mission, everything is in it."

Hawke opened it, looked at the content on the note, and raised his eyebrows.

Tell Gwen you're a killer.

Hawk looked up and looked at old Heslon.

A question mark emerged from his head, followed by a second, and then a third question mark, one after another of confusing question marks emerged.

Hawke had a weird expression, pointed to the paper in his hand, and looked up at Old Heslon: "Are you sure, this is what God wants me to do?"

Is your god bored?
You told me that this task was sent by God?

If you call God out, I want to ask him if he has lived too long and his brain is out of order.

The old Heslon's expression looked like a well-placed magic stick: "I believe that God must have his intentions for doing this."

Hawk shook his head, unceremoniously.

"I do not believe!"

"what?"

"Are you sure that the content on the rag is translated into this sentence?"

"Yes."

"How did you translate it?"

"what?"

Hawk looked at old Heslon, threw the rags and translated papers on the coffee table, leaned against the sofa, smiled and said, "Just now I asked Firefox a very interesting question."

"Oh."

"I asked Firefox, if you are the only one in the entire organization who can translate Destiny Textile Cloth."

"Yes, that's right."

"Look, here comes the problem."

Hawke spread his hands: "Although Firefox said that you never translate wrongly, but I think you may have translated wrongly for this task, and you are the only one who can translate, even if I want to verify, there is no Any way, no, or if one day you tell me that God is going to kill Gwen, will I go too?"

Old Hesloan smiled: "If God said so, then there must be His intentions."

Hawke waved his hand: "No, no, no, it's not God who is talking now, but you are talking, you told me, God told me to have a showdown with Gwen, isn't it?"

Do you really think I'm young so you can fool me?

Last time, the guy who thought I was young and looked down on me was already ten feet high.

Hearing these words, old Hesloan frowned.

"So, you are unwilling to accept such an assessment task?"

"No!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows and corrected the grammatical errors in old Hesloan's words: "It's not that I don't want to accept the assessment task, I just simply feel that you mistranslated the task given by God."

Old Heislon shook his head and said, "This is impossible!"

Hawk spread his hands: "You said so, but can others prove it?"

The entire Destiny organization, you alone know how to translate the language of God, or you can do what you say, and if you want to rely on this task, come up to CPU me?
what do you think.

I am proficient in [-] anti-CPU tricks and techniques.

Old Heislone speaks to God, shuts his mouth to God, and if he is someone who has faith, he will probably be directly accepted by the CPU. Become God.

"Then what do you mean..."

"I want to see with my own eyes that God said so."

"..."

(End of this chapter)