A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 257 An Unprecedented Undercover Experience (Please Subscribe!!)
in the office.

Hawke saw the police officer in the helicopter, who was indifferent to his invitation, and could only taste the bourbon on his right hand alone.

It is Hawke's principle not to drink alcohol during work.

but……

George has come, and the undercover work can be said to be over. After working for so long, now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief, drink a glass of wine, and relax. Isn't that okay?
Anyway, Hawke felt that he was qualified to enjoy this hard-won leisure.

Ok.

George should also have this qualification.

Hawke heard that there was a rush to climb the stairs, he smiled, turned around, took out two wine glasses, poured bourbon, and then sat behind him to symbolize the largest castle of destiny. BOSS boss chair.

after awhile.

A thud.

The door of the office was pushed open directly from the outside, and Beckett, George, and several special policemen rushed into the office directly.

The muzzles of six or seven guns were pointed at Hawk who seemed to be sitting on the throne.

"Put down the gun."

When Beckett saw Hawke, he took the lead in lowering the muzzle of the gun, and quickly opened his mouth to prevent the gun from going off: "He's one of his own."

own people?
I like this.

Hearing Beckett's words, Hawke raised the bourbon glass in his hand to Beckett who was holding his gun, and invited: "Detective Beckett, would you like a drink? Very good wine, the first Produced by Lei Tingbo's factory in one year."

Beckett looked around, and after confirming that there was no danger, he shrugged, walked over, and picked up a glass of wine that had been prepared on the table: "I woke up at five o'clock, and I was just thirsty."

Hawk laughed and said, "I got up at six o'clock."

Beckett took a sip of bourbon, said something nice, and said, "You should have told us in advance that you have already done all the work for us."

Hawke blinked at Beckett: "Didn't I want to surprise someone?"

Beckett understood, and turned to look at George who was standing behind him, his face darkened.

surprise?

Why didn't I see it?

On the other hand, the few special police officers from Jersey City who followed in did not have any surprises on their faces, if there were any, they were stupefied.

Who am I, where am I, what happened.

Didn't we come here to meet a fierce battle?
What about evil?

What about the war?

George stared at Hawk with a dark complexion.

If nothing unexpected happens……

wrong.

No ifs, no surprises.

This is what the big horse monkey in front of him fiddled with.

Hawk looked at the changing expression on George's face, raised his glass again, and invited: "George, come on, in order to celebrate the successful conclusion of my undercover operation, you should have a drink."

George took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at the secret agents behind him: "Take people up and down, and search inside and out."

The SWAT nodded, turned and left.

Regardless, although today's actions are indescribably weird, it is a good thing that no one died, and the enemy did not run away, so the credit must be indispensable.

and so……

Why think so much.

They are special police officers, relying on force, not brains, and credit for not being injured, this is already a bumper harvest for several special police officers.

soon.

The SWAT turned and left the office.

George looked at Beckett.

Beckett smiled, picked up another glass of bourbon on the table, handed it to George, and gave George a step: "Hawk is right, the undercover operation ended perfectly, after all, it is a good thing."

Compared with the fierce battle imagined before coming here, although after coming here, the picture began to become weird, but anyway, the ending was good, and that was enough.

George took the wine glass that Beckett handed over with a blank expression, frowned, and looked at Hawke who was sitting in the boss's chair.

"How?"

"it's actually really easy."

The wine glass in Hawke's hand moved slightly, and he seemed to want to ask him how he did all of this. George raised his mouth and said: "When you are an undercover agent and become the leader of the killer organization, and you control everything in the organization, what do you think?" It’s really not that hard to do that.”

talking.

Hawk raised his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, looked at George: "Oh, I forgot, you have no experience of being an undercover undercover and becoming a big boss, sorry, sorry, George."

George's mouth twitched.

Beckett next to him laughed directly.

George instantly cast his gaze on Beckett.

Beckett came back to his senses, looked at George's gaze, and blinked: "What's the matter, what Hawke said is right, the most powerful time you went undercover, it seems to be the time when you undercovered a speeding gang many years ago, right? What is your job when you are netting, gold medalist?"

Hawk raised his eyebrows and looked at George.

George still has this experience?

Can't see it.

George's mouth twitched again.

"Since when did I become a gold medal fighter?"

"what is that?"

"When the net was collected, I was obviously the bodyguard of the leader of the Speeding Party organization."

"...is there a difference?"

Beckett was slightly taken aback, and after hearing George's corrective words, he looked at Hawke: "Is there a difference?"

Hawke stood on Beckett's side this time, looked at George, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about gold medal thugs in the future, at least it sounds much better than personal bodyguards who serve people."

Beckett held the glass of wine to Hawke, and he felt like a hero: "Congratulations, Hawke, you set a new record for the fastest undercover arrest in the history of the New York Police Department. Undercover achievement record."

Hawke picked up the wine glass, and Ling Kong clinked glasses with Beckett, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

George was at the side, looking at the two singing together, his face was dark!
What kind of personal bodyguards serve people.

Do you know how dangerous it is for a police officer to go undercover, and you know how difficult it is to change from a young man to a bodyguard of a gangster in that violent gang ?

George thought so, and wanted to have a good theory with the two guys who sang together.

but……

George looked at Hawke, who became the leader of an assassin organization within less than two weeks of being an undercover agent. After thinking about it, he still didn't say his words.

What kind of killer organization is this? Is the selection of bosses so random? A newcomer who has only been here for less than two weeks can become their boss?
Let alone the NYPD's disbelief, the FBI probably knocked their jaws off after hearing this.

Forget it.

George took a deep breath, shook his head, and looked at Hawke: "Where's Sloan?"

Hawk was slightly taken aback.

"Who?"

"Sloane!"

"Oh, he's dead."

"……what?"

"real."

Hawk pointed to a golf bag on the table not far away: "If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."

George followed the gaze of Hawk's fingers, looked, walked over, turned his head to look at Hawk, and then directly pulled away the golf bag in front of him.

next second.

George looked at the corpse in the golf bag, which was shaped like rotten wood and drier than a mummy. His pupils couldn't help shaking, but then he hid it well, and turned to look at Hawke.

"what is this?"

"Sloane, can't you see that?"

Hawk touched his chin: "Impossible, although the appearance has indeed shrunk a bit, but if you look carefully, you can still tell that it looks like Sloan."

Beckett also walked over at this moment, glanced at the items in the golf bag, and couldn't help but frown twice.

George was expressionless.

"What I'm asking is, how did he become like this, and you tortured him again?"

"no!"

Hawk resolutely denied what he did not do, shook his head and said, "I don't have the ability to directly turn a living person into that appearance."

Right.

George thought secretly, nodded, but still frowned and said, "Then what's going on."

Hawke shrugged and said, "He was taken away by God after I kicked him out of power. In a split second, he became like this. I was as shocked as you at the time."

So, Hawke thought about it, if there is no real thing, George probably wouldn't believe his words, so Hawke simply put Sloan's body in a golf bag.

If George doesn't believe it, just paste the real thing on his face.

but……

Even after seeing the real thing this time, George still obviously didn't believe Hawke's words: "Are you kidding me, God, then why are you okay?"

"Because I didn't sell my soul to God."

Hawke answered truthfully, then smiled and said: "However, God wanted to fool you, saying that he would give me a special ability in exchange for giving my soul to him, but I thought about it for a while. , did not agree."

Even if Hawke said so, except that he didn't say that God is also manipulated, he was telling the truth.

But George's expression is still obviously not convinced.

after all……

This is unscientific, and it does not conform to people's cognition and belief in God.

On the other hand, Beckett, who was standing aside, seemed to have thought of something, thought of the well-prepared confession, and everything this time, looked at Hawke: "Special abilities, for example, make everyone willing to self-mutilate and write Do you have the ability to commit crimes yourself?"

"what!"

Hawke looked at Beckett in surprise: "How do you know, well, now you can understand why I promised Firefox to let him leave this matter. Be grateful, George, what do you think? , Detective Beckett."

He was really surprised.

but……

This did not delay Hawke from continuing to explain along with Beckett's sentence. After all, this way can explain a lot of things while hiding the Scruws.

For example, those people are willing to self-mutilate while writing their own incriminating evidence.

This is because Firefox has a special God-given ability.

This can also explain the cause of Tong Sloan's death.

Since God can bestow special abilities on a person, it is very simple and logical to take away a person's soul.

……

(End of this chapter)