A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 30 As long as the money is in place, I will kill God (recommendation please!!)

Goo-dong!
This is the sound of swallowing saliva.

Just about to jump up, Alex Vilank, who asked angrily why he couldn't cancel the order, faced Hawk under the double blessing of a Beretta with a silencer and a 'corpse' lying on the table. Those cold and expressionless eyes couldn't help swallowing a bit of saliva.

anger?
What anger.

Completely non-existent.

Hawke didn't care at all about Alex Vilanker's psychological fluctuations. With a move of his right hand, Beretta, who was pressing against the latter's forehead, pushed directly.

"Inspect the goods, make payment, thank you!"

"..."

The corner of Alex Virank's mouth twitched.

Does this shit still need inspection?

People died right under my nose, what else do I need to inspect?

damn it.

If it gets too big now, Uncle Fury will kill me.

Alex Vilanke looked at the 'corpse' lying on the table from the corner of his eye, and was speechless in his heart, but facing Hawke's cold gaze, he did as he did, grabbed his cell phone and made a call.

After a few bells.

The call is connected.

"it's me."

Alex Vilanke took a deep breath: "Three one two eight, confirm, seal!"

A female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Three one two eight, confirm the envelope, please tell us the key password."

Alex Vilanke looked up at Hawk who was still pointing at him with Beretta, and said the password he had set up at the time to the other end of the phone.

"Okay, sir, it has been confirmed successfully, and I look forward to your next visit. Regarding this time, how much praise do you plan to give to the staff who serve you? One is the lowest, and ten is the best. First..."

"..."

Also praise?
Appreciate the hammer.

Alex Vilanke hung up the phone directly, dropped the phone, looked like he was still pointing a gun at his Hawke, and said with a gloomy expression: "Okay!"

Hawke was unmoved.

at this time.

The phone in Hawke's arms rang.

Ekaterina's.

"Say."

"Arrived."

"Transfer to my overseas bank account."

"……Now?"

"Correct."

"it is good."

Hawk hung up the phone and glanced at George Stacey, who was lying on the interrogation table, looking lifeless.

If such a method can't be regarded as hard-earned money, then I'm sorry.

A strange light flashed in Hawk's eyes.

Although because of Gwen, Hawk chose to use the tactic of feigning death this time, but if there is no way to get his hard-earned money into account?

that……

Just when Hawke was thinking so, Yekaterina's call came again.

"nailed it."

"it is good."

Hawke responded, and then shouted in his heart: "Guang, I, transfer the account,"

【Ding! 】

[Blood earning income: 100W]

【Current progress: "456W/1E"】

"..."

100?

Hawk raised his eyebrows: "It's a mistake."

Ekaterina smiled and said, "That's right. I didn't expect such a situation to happen with this order, so I only draw 20. When will I come back?"

"immediately!"

"it is good."

Hawke smiled and hung up the phone.

Under the muzzle of the silver Beretta gun, Alex Vilanke, who didn't dare to move, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this and looked at Hawk who put away his phone: "How about it? It's in the account."

Hawke stared at Alex Vilanke expressionlessly, then nodded: "It's in the account, happy cooperation."

Alex Vilanke breathed a sigh of relief this time, and then got up: "How do we get out."

"go out?"

Hawke smiled.

One yard owned by a yard.

Business affairs belong to business affairs, private affairs belong to facts, this is what Hawke said, and he did the same.

From a business point of view, Alex Vilanke was the customer, God.

But from a private matter?

You are the one who placed the order to buy Gwen's life.

Ah.

go out?

Come back home?

Right.

Going to hell can be regarded as going home in a sense.

Alex Vilanke looked at the smiling Hawke, with a dazed expression on his face: "Money, yes, money, send me out, and I'll give you another million."

Although he could stay here and wait for his lawyer to strike a deal with the new prosecutor.

but……

In order not to be beaten violently by his Uncle Fury at that time, Alex Vilanke felt that he should run back to his hometown first. When he arrived at his hometown, Uncle Fury would not beat him for the sake of his sister. so powerful.

Ok.

Yes, go home first and find your sister.

Alex Virank thought so in his heart.

money.

Another 100 million.

Hawke raised his eyebrows, and pressed Beretta, who was about to raise his right hand. After a moment of silence, he looked at Alex Vilanke.

"300."

"……what?"

Alex Virank looked at Hawke who raised the price by 200 million directly, and his mouth grew wide.

Hawk was expressionless: "120 million is the price for an assassination, and 300 million is the price for sending you back to your hometown. Creation is always more difficult than destruction. Therefore, I will accept the 300 million for sending you back to your hometown first."

Ok.

300 million, including my own private house money and so on, the total is about 500 million. If I get it together from other places, at that time, even if I want to borrow money to buy Xingchen Building, I don’t think I need to borrow much. years.

Alex Virank hesitated for a moment.

Seeing this, Hawk raised his eyebrows.

Asking price is high?

"it is good!"

Just when Hawke thought he was charging too much, Alex Vilanke grabbed the phone on the table again, pressed a few numbers, and while waiting for the connection, he said to Hawke: "Give me account."

Hawke was overjoyed and revealed his account number.

after awhile.

Alex Weilanke hung up the phone and looked at Hawke: "The call has been made."

Ding dong.

Hawk looked at the account information from his overseas bank on the phone and raised his eyebrows.

It's not that the asking price is high.

What's so special is that the asking price is less.

Miscalculated.

I should have asked for 1000 million directly.

Alex Vilanke looked at the expression on Hawke's face and smiled contemptuously. He had plenty of money: "You can go now, remember, if you don't take me out safely, I can offer a reward of 500 million make."

For Alex Vilanke, who just spent 300 million, the illusion that the customer is God came again.

Hawk returned to his senses, nodded, and looked up at Alex Vilanke, who thought he was God: "There is another question."

"what?"

"Gwen Stacy's order, you placed it."

"What Gwen..."

"Wow!"

When Alex Vilanke was about to ask a question, the silver Beretta was already stuffed into his mouth while he was speaking.

moment.

Alex Virank's pupils trembled, and he looked at Hawke in disbelief.

A bright smile appeared on Hawke's face!

"She's my girlfriend!"

"God, hello, God, goodbye!"

"Woooooo!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)