A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 206 Gwen the Part-Time Worker (Please Subscribe!!)
Offended Buddha...

Pooh.

Offended me and want to run?
How can it be!

Hawke snorted.

He gave Wesley a chance to live, but unfortunately, Wesley didn't cherish it. If that's the case, don't waste air alive.

next second.

Hawk hung up the phone, hit the accelerator again, and drove towards the Osborne Group building in an instant.

There is an Osborne Group building in this world, but after Hawke knew that his version of the little spider liked black guinea pigs, Hawke didn't pay attention to this Osborne Group.

After all, in the guinea pig version, the Osborne Group seems to have no sense of existence.

At this moment.

Just as Hawke was driving towards the Osborne Group Building, in the underground parking lot of the Osborne Group Building, two people, one white and one black, were joining hands.

After seeing Wesley parked the car, Max Dillon wanted to ask where Wesley got the Porsche.

After all, in Max Dillon's impression, Wesley, a person who gave money to his girlfriend as soon as he was paid, usually had no money to buy his underwear when his underwear broke, so where did he get the money to buy this sports car.

Or, is Wesley really what the New York Police Department said, and is he really a killer?

but……

Before Max Dillon could speak.

"Crack!"

Wesley pulled the handbrake, listened to the bell of the police car that seemed to pass by by chance just now, took a deep breath, and looked at Max Dillon sitting in the co-pilot: "Max, you have to save me."

As soon as he said this, Max Dillon, who was wearing thick glasses and a sausage mouth, was shocked.

After Max Dillon came to his senses, he looked at the flustered Wesley, frowned and said, "Wesley, what's written on the arrest warrant that the New York Police Department gave you..."

Wesley nodded.

"it is true."

"what?"

"But I was threatened."

Wesley hurriedly explained to Max Dillon, the only good friend he trusts or the only one who has the ability to send him: "That thing is not what I want to do at all, they forced me. I have been locked up by them for a few days, and I finally found a chance to escape, Max, now only you can help me."

Offended the NYPD, maybe not dead.

But Wesley knew that if he offended the Mandate of Heaven, he would be arrested and his life would be worse than death.

Wesley trembled when he thought of the days when he first trained as a butcher and a repairman.

Wesley didn't even know why he exploded all of a sudden. He clearly thought that as long as he poisoned the K2 who stole his father's title, he would be fine and tried his best to let Firefox know that he deserved it. worthy of the title of his father, Mr. X.

Can……

It's too late to say anything now.

Wesley knew very well what the consequences of his shooting would be, and he was in a panic at the time, and after he ran out, it was too late to regret it.

No one knows better than him how the Mandate of Heaven will deal with traitors.

Wesley is not a traitor, and he never thought of becoming a traitor. He is now thinking about finding a place to hide, waiting for Sloan to calm down, and trying to get their forgiveness.

But the premise is that he needs to be alive.

He couldn't stay in New York City anymore, and if he continued to stay in New York City, Wesley believed that he would never live to the day when Sloan calmed down.

at this time.

Wesley thought of the only person he had left who could help him get out of New York City, his neighbor and college classmate Max Dillon.

The Osborne Group's business covers the whole country. Every afternoon, more than a dozen trucks depart from the Osborne Group to all parts of the country.

After offending the New York Police Department, Wesley, who offended his own killer organization, believed that there was only one and only way to leave New York City under the black and white wanted.

Or……

From Wesley's world view, this is the only way left.

So Wesley came to the pit...

Pooh.

So Wesley found Max Dylan, and after telling the other party about his current situation and his plan, he held Max Dylan's hands with both hands, and said in an almost pleading tone: "Max, I Knowing that you have a way to help me sneak into the truck, I hope you can help me."

Max Dillon opened his mouth: "This..."

He is an engineer in Osborne's biological department, and the trucks are basically in charge of logistics, not a department at all.

Wesley seemed to see the hesitation in Max Dylan's eyes, and once again squeezed Max Dylan's hands: "Please, Max, look at the friendship between the two of us."

Max looked at Wesley, his expression was tangled for a long time, after a long silence, his tone was slightly soft: "Okay, let me try, the logistics trucks are delivered in the parking lot on the third floor of the basement, and there is no It's time, you go to my office and sit there, almost no one goes by my side."

Wesley had a look of joy on his face. He didn't understand Max's last words, but heard that Max was willing to help him: "Great, thank you, Max!"

Max didn't speak, but silently opened the co-pilot's door, thinking quickly in his mind how to help his friend sneak into the truck.

The elevator opens.

close the door.

After Wesley with the hood came in, Max swiped his card on the sixth floor of the floor where his laboratory was located, and then looked at the time on the watch.

First floor!
Ding!
Wearing a big ponytail and a white coat, Gwen looked at the opened elevator door with a cup of coffee she just bought, looked up at Max who was already standing inside and nodded with a smile: "Good afternoon, Max .”

Max was slightly taken aback.

"you know me?"

"of course."

Gwen, who entered the elevator, flicked her ponytail, looked at Max who was speaking, and said curiously: "Weren't you there at the biology department meeting yesterday, I remember you were standing in the last row, yes Well, it seems to be from the bioelectric energy laboratory, I remember correctly."

Max was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, it's just that I thought others didn't know me at all."

Gwen smiled, shrugged, and reached out to Max: "But I'm not someone else, am I? Let me introduce you, Gwen Stacy, the biological rehabilitation laboratory, and the intern assistant of Dr. Connors."

Standing behind Max, wearing a hood and bowing his head, Wesley was taken aback for a moment when he heard this.

gwen...

Stacy?
Max was flattered and shook hands with Gwen, his tone stuttering: "Dylan, I, my name is Max, Max Dylan!"

Gwen withdrew her right hand: "Nice to meet you, Dr. Dylan."

Max felt that he had become Gwen's good friend: "Me too."

at this time.

The elevator door opens.

Gwen watched her floor arrive, walked out of the elevator, and waved to Max who was still in the elevator: "See you next time, Dr. Dillon!"

When the elevator doors closed, Max Dillon said, "See you next time."

Wesley behind him said, "Max, her name is Gwen Stacy, so George Stacy belongs to her?"

Max shook his head: "I don't know."

Wesley froze.

"Didn't she know you?"

"..."

After hearing this sentence, Max seemed to fall into an inexplicable state again: "Yeah, she knows me, she knows me, Wesley, I thought no one here knew my name."

His bioelectricity department is a department whose budget has been continuously reduced to the point that there is nothing to add. Even he, like their department, has become a small transparency of the group.

Originally, Max thought he was like a ghost, no one saw him at all, and no one cared about her at all.

did not expect……

"She knows me."

Max seemed to be in a daze: "Gwen Stacy, I remember her, Gwen Stacy knows Max Dillon!"

This idiot.

Wesley behind him looked at Max's appearance, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, then lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Gwen, who got out of the elevator over there, greeted with a smile the colleagues he had known for the past few days, then pushed open the innermost office door, and looked at a man wearing glasses but only one arm, looking Dr. Conners, who is very scholarly, said hello: "Good afternoon, Doctor."

Dr. Connors, who was looking at the latest experimental data, looked up. When he saw Gwen, he smiled and greeted him, and then thought of something: "By the way, Gwen, just sent it from the New Jersey laboratory. I ordered a courier, and it will arrive in 5 minutes, can you go down and bring it up for me?"

Gwen said with a smile: "Of course, doctor, should the rider deliver the package?"

"Correct."

"Ok."

After getting the information she wanted, Gwen nodded, turned around, walked out of the office again, and pressed the down button of the elevator.

Although she just came up, Gwen didn't find it troublesome at all. After all, she was Dr. Connors' intern assistant, and Dr. Connors was very talkative. Every time, she will answer the questions on the website.

In the past few days of practicing here, Gwen felt that her knowledge was soaring at the speed of riding a horse.

soon.

When Gwen walked out of the building behind him again, just in time, he saw the rider who was riding a death fly and stopped right in front of him with a whooping sound.

"Dr. Connors?"

"Yes, I'm his assistant."

"Give."

"Thank you."

Gwen took the package from the rider, wrote her name on the receipt, and thanked the rider again with a smile.

The rider retracted the signature pen, kicked off, and left here with a bang, heading for the next destination.

Gwen also turned around, preparing to hand over the document she had just obtained to Dr. Connors.

at this time.

Gwen seemed to see something out of the corner of her eye, paused slightly, and blinked at an Audi parked on the side of the street.

……

(End of this chapter)