A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 211 Tortured Sloan (please subscribe!!)

George was directly shocked by Hawke's tactic of stealing the sky and changing the day, plus the slapping move.

but……

This wasn't what shocked him the most.

Hawk looked at the time on the watch and said, "Oops!"

Gwen looked at Hawke: "What's wrong?"

Hawk looked up, and said to Gwen apologetically, "Actually, George and I didn't mean to hide it from you, but, Gwen, I have to go now, or they will suspect me."

Gwen frowned: "What do you mean they have to suspect that you are with Dad..."

The voice did not fall.

Hawke had already hugged Gwen, and then hurriedly walked towards the elevator entrance.

Seeing this, Gwen tried to chase after him.

but……

George stops Gwen.

"father!"

Gwen looked at Hawke's father, George, who prevented her from catching up with her because of blocking her, and was completely angry: "What the hell did you do with Hawke?"

George's trigeminal nerve was in pain, and he lowered his voice, "I'll tell you when I get home tonight."

Although George is very disdainful of Hawke's behavior of leaving a mess for him to clean up, but he still wants to help Hawke gesture the mess.

Without him.

Who made it a critical period to collect the net now? If Hawke is suspected at this time, wouldn't the hard work and hard work of this week be in vain?

and……

George thought about it carefully, and it seemed that from the moment he knew that Hawke was King, he seemed to have been helping Hawke clean up the mess, whether he wanted to or not, Hawke knew it or not.

Did I owe him something in my previous life?

George thought so sometimes.

Hawke left the Osborne Group behind him, got into the car, and then kicked the accelerator, the engine roared, and quickly returned to the Castle of Destiny.

Although theoretically speaking, he came out to carry out God's will, and he didn't need to go back so soon, but Hawke was thinking about his 500 million plus the castle.

What if I go back late and lose 500 million yuan, or the old Heslon senses something and runs away with the castle?

After half an hour.

At the moment when Hawke's black Audi A8 drove over the suspension bridge, a red ball of light that flew over half of New York City and crossed the Hudson River passed through the body with a whoosh, and then sank into the body of Hawke who was driving. .

【Ding! 】

[Skill: "Adrenaline Burst!"]

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"Ness!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows, feeling the message brought by the little red light ball, drove the vehicle into the Castle of Destiny, parked next to the repairman's war-damaged pickup truck, walked out of the car door, and walked towards the door The Firefox waved: "You've been waiting for me here?"

Firefox looked at Hawk approaching.

"Wesley was taken away by the NYPD."

"Correct."

"The mission requirement is that he die."

"I know."

Hawke was not at all surprised why Firefox didn't go out, why he knew so clearly, smiled, looked at Firefox and said: "He is dead now."

Firefox frowned.

"The NYPD has taken Wesley to..."

"He's dead, I said it, God said it, Mephisto can't keep him."

Hawke interrupted Firefox, looked at Firefox with a smile and said, "If you don't believe me, you can make a phone call to see if Wesley is still alive. Where's Sloan?"

After hearing Hawke's words, Firefox pointed upstairs: "The office."

Hawke nodded, said something to Firefox, and then passed Firefox and walked towards Sloan's office.

Firefox turned around and looked at Hawke who was going up the stairs, took out the phone from his pocket, and dialed it.

Sloan was resting in his office chair. After all, he was a little too young. Even with God's blessing, managing such a large killer organization required translation of God's will. This was a very exhausting task. with.

Just now, Sloan translated another copy of God's will. Sloan, who just sat down, wanted to take advantage of the lazy time in the afternoon, close his eyes and be lazy for a while.

at this time.

Boom!
Sloan opened his eyes with a swish, and looked at Hawke, who didn't even knock on the door, but pushed the door open vigorously, walking in like a forced palace.

and many more?

Force the palace?

Sloan came to his senses, subconsciously touched the underside of the desk with his right hand, and then looked at a wanted warrant that walked up to him and threw it in front of him: "What is this?"

Hawke looked at Sloan in surprise when he heard this sentence: "Sloan, do you have dementia? This is Wesley's wanted warrant. The mission is completed. I came here to hand in the mission."

You hand in a task, what are you doing out of the aura of forcing the palace?
Sloan's eyebrows were jumping, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his right hand that was touching under the desk, and looked at Hawke: "Wait a minute, did you get rid of Wesley?"

Hawk nodded.

"But how did I hear that Wesley was taken to the New York Police Department for emergency treatment?"

"he died!"

Hawke shook his head: "Your news is outdated, and Firefox said the same just now. By the way, Sloan, you seem to have a big opinion on me. You didn't tell me Wesley's real identity at first, but now you doubt me again." It seems to be connected with the New York Police Department, why, do you suspect that I am an undercover agent?"

Sloan shook his head: "I never doubted it."

Ok.

He doubted it.

But later, this suspicion was dispelled. Which undercover agent can act like Hawke, and which undercover agent is not respectful and behaves like a servant, for fear that others will suspect him.

And Hawke?

As soon as he came in, he questioned his supreme authority, and then gradually and undisguisedly exposed his wolfish ambitions, and his thoughts of "he can replace him" were written on his face.

A disagreement means that he is old and is going to retire, or that I can translate and you can step aside.

Which undercover agent can do such a thing.

Firefox also came in from the outside at this time, nodded to Sloan and said: "I just confirmed the news. On the way to the New York Police Department to send Wesley to the hospital for emergency rescue, suddenly he was bleeding from all seven orifices, trembling all over, and died. The body has been diverted to the medical examiner's office of the [-]th Precinct and is waiting for the photos to be sent back."

Done.

Firefox turned and left the office.

Hawk looked at Firefox who had left the office, turned around, looked at Sloan again, and raised his eyebrows: "Look, I said that death is death, Sloan, do you think I have a big heart? Where do you think I am?" Will keep Wesley alive."

Not to mention that Hawke is Wesley's father-killing enemy, keeping Wesley is tantamount to keeping a bomb.

Just say that since Wesley wants to take Gwen as a hostage, just this point alone, even if Wesley has 1 reasons for wanting to live, there are 1 reasons for Wesley to die with Hawke .

There was a smile on Sloan's face, and he looked at Hawke: "Well, my intelligence is behind."

Hawke smiled and didn't speak.

Sloan reached out and threw the woven cloth with Wesley's name written on it by the will of God that Hawke threw on the table, then opened the drawer, and threw it in casually.

"you can……"

"You just leave it like this?"

"Ok?"

Sloan, who was just about to issue the order to evict the guest, heard this and looked up at Hawke: "What?"

What the hell is this guy going to do.

Hawke pointed to the woven cloth that Sloan had put in just now, and looked at Sloan: "Sloan, you treat God's will like this, just put it away like this, don't you keep it, I seriously doubt your respect for God. Loyalty, this weaving cloth has God's will, why don't you have any respect?"

Sloane's heart skipped a beat.

"I don't respect, didn't you just throw it on the table?"

"I'm different."

Hawke shook his head: "I'm still the agent of the agent, not officially, you said it yourself, I haven't completed God's test for me, but you are different, you are God's word in the world, you yourself By the way, your status should be higher than that of the Vatican."

After all, from a certain point of view, I don't know if the person in the Vatican can talk to God, but Sloan has a one-way dialogue with God.

The corner of Sloan's mouth twitched. He really wanted to refute, but after a while, he couldn't find anything to refute, so he took a deep breath.

"I'll put it away later."

"no!"

"what happened again??"

Sloane felt like his head was about to explode.

Hawk turned a blind eye to the expression on Sloan's face, looked at Sloan, and said with concern: "When I came back just now, you didn't seem to remember what happened at all. I'm worried that you will forget later. After all, this is the first time I have fulfilled God's will, and I feel a sense of satisfaction, so you should put it away now, this is my first mission, and it is very commemorative."

Memorial fart.

Sloan opened his mouth, wanting to say such a word, but looking at Hawke's expression, it was clear that if he didn't do this, Hawke had no plans to leave his office.

"Row."

Sloan, who was a little irritable in his heart, reopened the drawer, took out the textile cloth, walked directly to his bookcase, opened the third bookcase, took out an ordinary book inside, opened it, and sandwiched the textile cloth in the The page with the translation, and after finishing all this, turn around and look at Hawke with the eyes of are you satisfied: "It's done, are you happy?"

Hawke smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a casual tone: "This is your job, why should I be happy, I'm just worried that you are getting old, in case you forget about it, so I kindly remind you, be happy It should be you, Sloan, what's the matter with me?"

Sloan: "..."

(End of this chapter)