A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 225 Hawke Races Against Time (Please Subscribe!!)

"what?"

"No, I'm not up yet."

"What?"

"No, I mean, another killer is coming back in a few days."

Hawke hurriedly said: "Besides, the day after tomorrow is Saturday, and the textile mills are on holiday. If you came here to catch someone, I'm afraid they would all be gone by the time you came."

Good guy.

I asked you to close the net earlier, but you didn't.

Now that I have found a piece of fat, and I will be able to succeed in the position immediately, do you want to close the net?
What do you think.

I haven't got the overseas bank accounts and passwords of so many properties and organizations.

Close the network?

How can it be!

Hawke's thoughts turned quickly, trying to get George to dispel the idea of ​​​​acting the day after tomorrow, and complained a little speechlessly: "It's a big weekend, can you have some human rights, even if you act on Monday."

George just laughed.

"You are a killer, do you still care about human rights?"

"Gwen influenced me, why, you doubt your daughter's ability."

"I……"

George opened his mouth. He couldn't find a reason to refute Hawke's words. He couldn't say that his daughter Gwen was just a little padded jacket with air leaks everywhere.

Please.

This sentence, maybe others can say it, but George, a solid daughter slave, let alone make him question Gwen's ability, but whenever someone says that Gwen is not good at all, George can get mad at others on the spot.

Again.

George is a very principled person, but if he meets his daughter, George will give up all his principles for his daughter.

This is why George clamored that he must catch Hawke, but he never acted.

Of course.

George's inability to find evidence is the most important thing, but it's more because of his daughter Gwen.

As long as Hawke makes Gwen a bad try, George can arrest Hawke overnight.

evidence?

For the sake of his daughter, George doesn't mind being a black police officer.

only……

George was silent for a while, and said in a low tone: "I remember you at that time, but after two days undercover, you urged me to close the net."

Could it be that this big horse monkey still has some unspeakable things to deal with?
George thought so.

Hawk heard George's voice-over, and said with a chuckle: "Anyway, Gwen already knows what I'm doing now, I don't care, and this may be my few killer career, you still can't let me Have you enjoyed it all?"

George sneered and said, "Why, you used King to become the Big Three in the world of free killers. This time, what position do you plan to use to bid farewell to your K2? Don't think that I didn't hear what you just said clearly. You are talking about the upper class , I heard it very clearly, why, you really plan to become the boss and let us close the net?"

Hawk touched his chin.

"You heard it wrong."

"No."

"Okay, I admit it, I want to be in charge."

Seeing George without any hesitation, Hawk said directly: "But, George, I am also helping you."

George frowned.

"what?"

"Think about it, if you close the net now, how much damage will happen if there is a conflict at that time, the lives of the killers here are worthless, but the lives of the police officers involved in this operation, or you will not Their lives are in sight.”

"Don't make up about me."

"So I was thinking of you, George."

Hawk said to George on the phone as if I was doing it for your own good: "Think about it, a few days later, after I take office, I will find an opportunity to collect their guns. In this case, If we work together from the inside out, won't we be able to minimize the casualty rate of the police?"

George frowned.

Hawke's words continued, like the devil's whisper: "I don't like the strength of your police officers. If you close the net now, I'm afraid you will sacrifice the lives of at least dozens of police officers. If my way is adopted, once I take over, I can guarantee that casualties will be minimized."

George didn't speak.

He felt that Hawke was bewitching him, the purpose was simply to delay the time to collect the net.

but……

It is undeniable that Hawke's words are very reasonable.

This time, what the New York Police Department was going to deal with was not a criminal den, at least, not a small crime den similar to the Irish Gang, but a real killer organization base camp.

If you want to rely on real knives and real guns to take down such a killer organization, the casualties that need to be paid, just thinking about it, you can know that it is huge.

And if you follow Hawke's method?

George was expressionless.

"How long will it take you?"

"Well, after thinking about it, my plan is reliable. I've said it all. I'm an expert in this area. You need a plan to do anything, George."

"You are indeed an expert, otherwise, you wouldn't have fooled me and made me your accomplice, King!"

When he said this, George almost gritted his teeth.

Hawk laughed: "It's not important. What's important is that my plan is reliable and feasible. That's enough."

George took a deep breath.

"How long will it take you?"

"A week."

"what?"

"One week."

"No."

"why?"

"The search warrant has just been signed by a good judge. The most I can do is to delay next Monday for you so that the judge does not file the search warrant first."

"You're moving too fast."

"Damn it, it was you who told me to close the net earlier, and now you are the one who says I am fast."

George's eyebrows twitched.

Hawke ignored the killing intent coming from George's gnashing of teeth.

joke.

This bit of killing intent, even if Hawke didn't reveal the killing intent, just leaked out, could crush George's killing intent into scum.

Hawk lowered his head and pondered the time.

Today is already Thursday, that is to say, even if it is today, there are only four days left.

this time...

Hawke asked aloud, "Are you sure you can't buy some time?"

George shook his head: "In order not to disturb the internal response of the Destiny Killer organization, I selected police officers who know everything about it. However, if it takes a long time, there is still a risk of leaking the secret."

Hawke smacked his lips: "Okay, then Monday, wait for my call."

Done.

Hawk hung up the phone neatly, and then started to spout violently outputting and spouting at the already hung up phone.

The voice was so loud that even Sloan and the others who were still discussing today's work in the office couldn't help looking up and looking at each other.

Sloan and Firefox looked a little surprised.

It's been so long, are you still arguing?

The butcher had a playful expression on his face.

at this time.

There was a loud bang, and the next second, there was the sound of the door being kicked away, accompanied by Hawke's suppressed anger: "Damn it, it's so difficult to use."

Sloan came back to his senses immediately, coughed, and looked at Firefox: "Okay, what I just said, when Hawke comes over later, you can just talk to him yourself, I have something to do, let's go first."

Done.

Sloan got up and left his office as if his butt was on fire.

After all, after Hawke came back last night, he was directly forced into the palace, who knows what will happen this time.

Today's Hawk is completely barefoot, but Sloan is wearing shoes.

and so……

Sloan felt that there was no need to rush to make fun of himself at this time. Hawke might not make a blood profit, but he must be a blood loss.

No need.

"S..."

Hawk walked into the office, just about to take advantage of the newly brewing anger to get mad at Sloan, when the words came out, the empty seats were empty, and his eyes fell on Firefox: "Where is Sloan?"

Firefox simply pointed to the door: "Hurry up, we should go to the workshop."

Hawke closed his eyes and calmed down his chest that seemed to be heaving due to the intense quarrel just now. After opening his eyes again, he noticed the playful expression on Firefox's face. He seemed to think of something and asked suspiciously. Said: "Just now, did you hear the content of my quarrel?"

Firefox spread his hands: "A little bit."

"Fake!"

"..."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about you."

Hawk looked at Firefox, corrected his words, put his hands on his hips, and said angrily, "I should really kill him."

Firefox nodded: "Maybe you should."

Hawke glanced up at Firefox.

next second.

Hawke turned around and looked at the butcher who was still sitting on the sofa, smiling like a lump of fat, and frowned, "What are you still doing here?"

The butcher got up from the sofa with a bang, and the sofa let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"K!"

"What are you doing?"

"Crazy..."

"Gah!"

Hawke appeared in front of the butcher in an instant, and with a click, he directly stuck the butcher's throat. Then, the strength of one arm exploded in an instant, and the butcher, who weighed at least 250 kilograms, was lifted from the ground abruptly, and his eyes narrowed. :"what do you want to say?"

Firefox standing behind Hawk looked at this scene, his eyes shrank involuntarily.

The pharmacist at the side was completely shocked.

This power...

Terribly strong.

This is a butcher, a butcher weighing 250 catties, just lift it up like this, just kidding.

"Cuckoo..."

The face of the butcher whose throat was stuck gradually became flushed, and his arms kept trying to grab Hawke, trying to get himself back on the ground again.

But, it's useless.

Hawk squinted his eyes, tilted his head, looked at the butcher whose face was gradually flushing with interest, and said with a smile: "Butcher, you killed so many people and watched them step into the embrace of death. But have you ever experienced death?"

The butcher's face was flushed, and his lips were twitching constantly, spouting foam.

at this time.

The butcher's eyes gradually began to roll up.

"enough!"

Firefox walked to Hawke's side, pressed Hawke's right arm, and said in a deep voice, "This is the Castle of Destiny!"

……

(End of this chapter)