A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 202 Do you want me to take over the destiny (please subscribe!!)

When Hawke and the apothecary arrived at the textile workshop at normal speed, it seemed that the disturbance was over.

Of course.

If the six corpses on the ground are ignored.

"Watfark!"

The pharmacist looked at the fat corpse on the ground, frowned, looked at the butcher who arrived first, and wiped his face: "What's going on?"

The butcher stood up from the corpse.

"Wesley."

"what?"

The pharmacist was shocked: "That idiot?"

Hawke next to him had a twitch between his eyebrows. After finding out that he hadn't been poisoned to death, he felt that his death was imminent, so he tried to struggle a bit, and just rubbed the soles of his feet with oil?
Sloan also rushed over from his office at this time, and then learned what happened from other people in the textile workshop.

Just now, for some unknown reason, Wesley, who was originally at his station, suddenly became violent. Wesley, who was not allowed to enter the workshop with a gun, suddenly pulled out his gun and shot the fat foreman. killed.

Everyone in the workshop was stunned.

Then, a few people who were close to the fat foreman saw this scene and wanted to subdue Wesley. As a result, they followed in the footsteps of the fat foreman one after another.

Taking advantage of the absence of others, Wesley shot and ran out of the textile workshop. Then, he shot and killed two Destiny Killers standing guard at the door, and then snatched Firefox's sports car. Taking advantage of the garbage truck that had just left , kicked the accelerator directly, passed the garbage truck, and rushed out of the Castle of Destiny.

When someone reacted and tried to raise the suspension bridge not far away, Wesley had already driven and ran out.

That's how it happened.

After Hawke finished listening, his face was expressionless, as if he had nothing to do with him.

After Sloan finished listening, his complexion was so dark that ink could drip down.

Shet!

Fake!

I knew it, I knew I shouldn't keep this idiot.

Sloan kept torturing himself in his heart, what was he thinking at the time, he insisted on keeping this idiot alive.

Oh, right.

He was kept at that time to prevent Hawke.

Sloan remembered.

Can……

From the corner of his eye, Sloan glanced at Hawke, who was helping the butcher and the pharmacist command the Killer of Destiny to contain the corpse, and shook his head inwardly.

At that time, he left Wesley's life because he always felt that Hawke, who would not accept the test of God, had a chance to join them for other reasons.

And now?
Sloan no longer had such thoughts, but simply felt that the reason why Hawke questioned God's will had no other meaning, just pure questioning.

After all, considering Hawke's identity as an orphan and Hawke's identity as an atheist, it is completely reasonable to have such doubts.

At least Hawke has been diligent in learning God's cipher these days, and sometimes even gave Sloan the illusion that if he retires completely in the future, then it must be a short-term person who can succeed him and continue to lead the Destiny Organization forward. Hawke, who has almost learned God's ciphertext in just a few days.

"Shet!"

Sitting on his office chair, Sloan couldn't help cursing angrily: "I knew this Wesley was going to rebel."

The butcher, pharmacist, and repairman sitting on the sofa looked at each other after hearing this sentence.

Hawk, who was sitting on the sofa beside him, listened to this sentence, looked at Sloan, and shrugged: "I knew it a long time ago, so why didn't you stop it in advance?"

Sloane looked up at Hawke.

Hawk looked serious.

You'd be a good successor to me, K., if you didn't beat me with every word.

Sloane took a deep breath.

Firefox came in from the outside at this time, sat on the sofa next to Hawke, looked at Sloan, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I lost track."

The fancy-dressed mechanic heard this and asked curiously, "This idiot's driving skills are so good that he can even lose you?"

Firefox looked at the mechanic blankly: "I'm driving your classic car, and Wesley is driving my sports car. No matter how good my driving skills are, I can't catch up with your car."

The repairman opened his mouth.

The pharmacist was at the side trying to smooth things over: "It's okay, that idiot is now wanted by the New York Police Department and has left our protection. I'm afraid that idiot will be caught by the New York Police Department before tomorrow."

The butcher said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that this idiot will give us an account after being caught by the New York Police Department."

The repairman snorted and smiled: "Sure enough, like father, like son!"

Father defected.

Good guy.

The son also defected.

This can be regarded as a double hero.

at this time.

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "Like father, like son, isn't Wesley's father Mr. X?"

The repairman came back to his senses instantly and looked at Hawke.

Four eyes facing each other.

Shet!

The repairman thought to himself, and couldn't help but look at Sloan sitting on the boss' chair.

Sloan frowned: "Okay, you guys go out first, K stays."

The repairman got up quickly, turned around, and walked towards the door without looking at Hawke, who was giving him an interested look.

Firefox, the pharmacist, and the butcher also nodded after hearing what Sloan said, got up, and walked out the door.

soon.

Hawk looked at the closed office door, then set his eyes on Sloan, touched his chin, and said thoughtfully, "Wesley's father is not Mr. X, But the cross, the one I killed?"

Sloan took a deep breath, met Hawke's gaze, and nodded.

"Yes."

"what!"

Hawk smiled directly, got up from the sofa, pulled away the chair opposite Sloan, and looked at Sloan with an intriguing expression: "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Good guy.

Wesley was the son of the cross he killed.

You still have him.

What does this mean?
Of course.

This is the mental activity that Hawke should have when he doesn't know Wesley's real identity.

It's not that Sloan hasn't thought about this matter these days. He has already prepared his speech and explained to Hawke: "In the beginning, we brought Wesley in to let him deal with the cross."

Hawk nodded: "This reason is great, I believe it too, but you know what I want to ask is not why Wesley can join us, but why I have already killed the cross, and you still keep him, Moreover, you still hide this matter from me, I have reason to suspect that there is something tricky in it, for example, you keep Wesley, and plan to tell him the truth when necessary, and then let him stab me to death?"

This is very reasonable.

Hawk asked himself, except for giving Wesley a shot when he first came in, he hadn't dealt with Wesley much at other times.

The results of it.

Just then, Wesley was still trying to poison him in the night.

If Wesley knew that the cross was his father, and that he was his father-killing enemy, wouldn't Wesley want to fight him forever?

Sloan shook his head.

"It's not like that."

"what is that?"

"In the past two months, many of our people were killed by crosses."

"so what?"

"So I kept Wesley. Wesley won't know who his real father is. He will only think that Mr. X is his father. It's not easy to train a qualified killer."

"Wesley...is he a qualified killer?"

"..."

When Sloan heard this, he fell silent.

qualified?

Sloan wanted to laugh.

If Wesley is a qualified killer, there is one in the whole world, and I am afraid that there is not a single killer who is unqualified.

Sloan was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Even if you are not a qualified killer, a qualified cannon fodder is still very good."

Hawke didn't respond this time, and seemed to be thinking from the perspective of [the company is my family]: "Indeed, if Wesley didn't know the truth, he wouldn't be a qualified killer, but he could indeed be a qualified cannon fodder. But, the problem now is that the cannon fodder you imagined, like his father, has rebelled."

Sloan said nothing.

Hawk rubbed his chin and looked at Sloan: "An employee rebelled, it may be the employee's problem, but there is another one, although like father, like son, but in this, Sloan, will you have it too?" What's the problem?"

Sloan looked at Hawke with his brows throbbing, "What do you want to express, K?"

Hawk shrugged: "I don't mean anything else, I just mean, have you ever thought about retiring and changing someone to help you manage the Castle of Destiny, for example, what do you think of me?"

talking.

Hawk showed a bright smile. He searched a lot these days, but found the Sloan safe, but in that safe, Hawk only found the account that George wanted, the Castle of Destiny that he wanted The title deed or something was not found.

Sloan listened to Hawke's words that meant to seize power, the corners of his mouth twitched severely, but he said with a smile: "Of course, but only those who have mastered God's ciphertext can sit on my seat." This location."

Hawke shrugged: "I've already learned the ninth floor."

"It's still one floor away!"

Sloan said directly: "Besides, you haven't completed God's assessment of you yet. After you learn the ciphertext and know God's assessment of you, maybe I will consider this matter after you finish."

talking room.

Click.

Hawke and Sloan followed the direction of the sound, looked at an opening on the wall, and then a piece of destiny woven cloth was delivered from the opening.

God has new instructions?

Sloan got up and took off the Mandate of Heaven woven cloth with God's cipher text delivered just now, intending to get up, go into the inner room, and decipher the cipher text.

Seeing this, Hawk raised his eyebrows, looked at Sloan who was about to leave, and got up.

"Sloane!"

"what happened?"

"I'm just one level short, or let me try to decipher this ciphertext?"

"……it is good!"

(End of this chapter)