A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 62 Conscientious and Conscientious CIA (Recommendation please!)
People who do terrible things are just terrible people!

People who do bad things are bad people!
After Hawk drove the car to the garage and parked it, turned off the engine, and was about to get out of the car, he thought back to the words Gwen said very seriously when he was driving just now.

Right.

The three views are very positive.

If the policeman's daughter thinks that the murderer is a good person, then there is a big problem.

Hawk nodded involuntarily, thinking so in his heart.

Click!

After returning to the living room, Hawke opened the arsenal placed in the baking box, took out the Beretta at his waist, disassembled it lightly, dipped it in gun oil with a towel, and wiped the parts one by one After a while, it was reassembled and put back in the arsenal.

at this time.

"Dong dong!"

"..."

Hawk looked up, looked at the door that had been knocked on, and paused slightly when he was about to close the arsenal.

"Hawk, me!"

"John?"

Hawk raised his eyebrows, pushed the arsenal into the baking box, and said to the door: "Here we come."

The door opens.

Hawk looked at John who was standing at the door, and asked curiously, "Get off work early?"

John rolled his eyes, passed directly beside Hawk, and walked into the living room.

work?

His work is just a fake job to cover up his true identity, just like Hawke, using students to disguise the fact that he is a killer.

John was shocked and admired by Hawke's choice when he heard that Hawke was going to continue his studies after Hawke's graduation.

After all, who would have thought, who would have thought, that a high school student in New York City would secretly be a killer.

This camouflage is simply genius.

John felt annoyed at the time, and patted his thigh. After he entered the killer profession, he couldn't wait to drop out the next day.

Thinking about it now, the choice at that time was too impulsive.

Hawk looked at John who went straight into the house, and smiled helplessly. After closing the door, he looked at John, who was sitting on the high stool at the bar, and said, "Scotland or bourbon?"

John smiled.

"I want scotch, do you have any?"

"No."

Hawke opened the wine cabinet, took out half of the remaining Thunder Bourbon from it, and said very honestly: "I only have bourbon here."

"Then you still ask me."

"It's just a boring question, don't take it seriously."

After Hawke finished speaking, he laughed haha, found two wine glasses, opened the bourbon in his hand, and poured a glass for John on the opposite side.

John took a sip.

Still not used to drinking.

Compared with the coconut aroma of bourbon, John still prefers the peaty smell of Scotch whiskey.

but……

He didn't come here to drink.

"Ah."

After John swallowed the wine, he looked at Hawke who was standing behind the bar: "Did school go well today?"

Hawke glanced up at John.

"There was a little episode, it's okay!"

"Can you understand the class?"

"..."

Hawke took a sip of the bourbon in his hand: "Don't worry, there is no surveillance at home, and Lorna hasn't finished school yet, so stop talking nonsense, why are you suddenly concerned about my mission this time?"

Although it is said that John is the leader on his killer road.

But after he left the teacher, he basically parted ways with John.

He doesn't ask about John's mission content.

same.

John never inquired about the content of Hawk's mission.

This is the norm.

Unless one of them asks for help, for example, last time, the tetrodotoxin that Hawk wanted was obtained by asking John for help.

John chuckled, seeing Hawke say that, he didn't bother to say some slang words that he thought up on the spur of the moment.

"I watched the news."

"Is that why you left work early?"

"Do you know who you killed this time?"

"Who?"

Hawke's heart moved, and he asked a question, looked at John: "Do you know who my target is this time, is it on the news?"

Does John know about S.H.I.E.L.D.?

its not right.

Hawke didn't believe it anyway. At least, during the period when he was an apprentice to John, there was no evidence that John had any direct or indirect dealings with S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I do not know."

"...Then why do you know so well?"

Hawk's expression was a little speechless.

John shook his head and said, "But, when I was at work today, I heard a piece of news from Columbia."

"Ok?"

"The news came from Colombia. It is said that the largest illegal drug dealer in Colombia has reached a deal with a federal law enforcement agency. Someone saw that the goods he had taken away were intact from a plane without any It was pulled down again from the indicated plane."

John said in a deep voice, looking at Hawke: "It is said that he has reached a deal with a certain federal agency to help that agency place an order to catch a killer. If I guess correctly, the employer of your order is That Colombian lawyer."

Hawk raised his eyebrows.

nod.

"That's right, CIA, your news seems to be a little behind, John, otherwise, as for me moving on Route 32 today..."

"Not the CIA!"

"Ok?"

John said in a deep voice: "If it was the CIA, I wouldn't use an agency instead. It is said that after the guy got his goods back, he bragged to a call girl at a party, and this time he is looking for him The agency he cooperates with is a more mysterious and terrifying agency than the CIA. Although the group of people found him and claimed to be the CIA, that guy can do such a big business. He can see who is a CIA agent at a glance. Out."

Hawke smiled and said, "Then he was confiscated by the CIA for ten tons?"

John laughed too.

"This guy didn't expect that the male favorite he hooked up with last time was an agent of the CIA, and he didn't expect that the CIA would spend so much money this time. According to his words, he almost killed the CIA who was disguised as a male favorite on the bed. Agents played badly."

"..."

Hawke didn't expect such a thing to happen, he was silent for a while, the corners of his mouth moved, and he could only say something awesome.

These days, it is not enough for the CIA to play tricks on beauties.

No wonder in the whole world, the CIA dares to say that it is the second spy, and no organization dares to say that it is the first. With this attitude towards business, it is difficult to be called the king.

Hawk shook his head.

Come over for a while.

John finished his glass of wine, checked the time, got up and planned to leave.

He came here to tell Hawke about it.

I thought that Hawke didn't know, but unexpectedly, Hawke already knew.

"correct!"

Hawk looked at John waving goodbye, and seemed to think of something, and stopped John: "Wait a minute, I want to ask you a question."

John turns.

"what is the problem."

"Have you ever thought about telling Jane who you are?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)