A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 22 He Gives Too Much
"what?"

"The employer said that they knew it was sudden, but in order to show their sincerity, they very much hope that you will accept this order, and they are willing to pay twice the price."

"...60?"

"No, 80, plus the previous insurance policy, the total is 120 million."

"..."

Hawke was silent.

Arthur Stacy?
He doesn't know.

Can George Stacy?

This is Gwen's father.

And it was very possible that if no one interrupted his date with Gwen tonight, it was very likely that he would be his girlfriend's dad tonight.

but……

80?
Equivalent to the remuneration of two ordinary orders.

He gave too much.

"received."

"..."

This time it was Ekaterina's turn to be silent.

"……what?"

"I said yes."

"Do not."

Ekaterina paused for the cigarette she just lit, and said with a hint of puzzlement in her tone, "Why?"

Good guy.

The last second helped Gwen Stacy chop up the Killer Butcher.

next second?
Just accept the task of killing someone's father without even thinking about it?

Hawk put the steak on the dining table, got up, walked towards the wine cabinet behind the bar, found an unopened bottle of bourbon from it, opened it and said with a smile: "I thought you liked it very much. Well, from what you mean, I feel like you really don't want me to take this order."

Ekaterina extinguished the cigarette with one hand: "I just don't want you to be stupid."

Hawke smiled.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

"Take this order and don't execute it."

"Will I?"

"I don't know, but I need to remind you that if the employer breaks the rules, he will be taught to be a man by the Continental Hotel. Similarly, if the killer breaks the rules, he will be hunted down by all the killers."

"I hope so."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Hawke shook his head and drank the wine in his glass: "Don't worry, I have a clear distinction between public affairs and private affairs. Gwen and I are private matters. Killing George Stacy is only a public matter."

Yekaterina pursed her lips when she listened to Mo De's emotionally fluctuating words on the phone: "Okay, since you know, this order is still the same as Arthur Stacy's. Get rid of these two goals before Monday, and as for his information, I will give it to you tomorrow morning."

"Thank you."

"No, I'm your agent. I'll give you advice, but I won't make decisions for you."

"..."

After finishing this sentence, Ekaterina hung up the phone.

Hawke took the phone away from his ear, looked at the screen that was getting darker, and drank the second glass of wine he had poured. Then, the eyes in his eyes began to flicker.

the next day.

When Hawk changed into a brand new unopened suit and went downstairs to the living room, the information Ekaterina found could be sent to Hawk's overseas mailbox.

turn on.

A young man who looks to be in his twenties, looks ordinary, but his skin color is a bit weird, whether it is white or not, or black or not, but the kind of young man who is green in the white and is immediately reflected in Hawke's eyes. In the eyes.

Alex Virank.

Hawke looked at the photo of the man who caught him in a weird way, and noticed the man's greenish-white complexion in the photo.

Another bastard?
Alien hybrid?

no way.

As soon as Hawk saw the green one, he thought of the butcher whose head was shot by him last night, and the green spots that had stained his arms and hadn't disappeared until now.

Since last night, Hawke has brought green to an equal position in his heart as he treats black.

Neither black nor green should exist in this world.

"Alex Vilanke, male, 25 years old, has dual citizenship of France and the United States."

"A month ago, Alex Vilanke was arrested at the port of Manhattan by the New York Police Department's Major Crime Squad George Stacey on suspicion of intentional homicide, kidnapping, trafficking of Eastern European girls, and trafficking of illegal drugs. He is now in custody U.S. District Attorney Arthur Stacy will indict him on multiple counts at the Manhattan Jail in New York."

"It was a man named Kodoshi who contacted us to place the order, but according to the information I found, this Alex Vilanke was the real employer who placed the order."

"correct."

"Alex Vilanc's family is Paris Vilanc Industry. I contacted a friend in Paris. This rich second generation also has a lot of criminal records in Paris. It is said that he was arrested a few years ago, but I heard that people from the Palace of Versailles came forward directly to fish him out, but my friend told me that this rumor is not true, the order did come from the Palace of Versailles, but it did not pass through the Palace of Versailles , in short, there are strange things."

"..."

Hawk, who was sitting on the sofa, stroked his chin, flipping through the materials that Ekaterina had sorted out, his eyes flickering slightly.

This makes some sense.

and so……

This Alex Vilanke placed the order because George Stacy arrested him, and because Arthur Stacy planned to sue him, so he held a grudge?

wrong.

This guy is thinking that as long as the arresting detective George Stacy and prosecutor Arthur Stacy hang up, he can come out safe and sound on the day of the trial.

should be.

This is considered to be all villains, but it is not a routine operation of a big villain.

The problem cannot be solved, but as long as the person who raised the problem is solved, the problem will no longer exist.

is a cruel man.

Hawk couldn't help laughing, and then received a text message from Ekaterina.

Just one word.

This time, the full amount of the two expedited targets totaled 120 million, and the full amount has been returned to the escrow account of Gongrong Insurance. As long as Hawke's task is completed and the employer confirms, the full amount can be withdrawn.

"alright."

Hawk looked at the sent text message, smiled, clicked delete, closed the notebook in front of him, got up from the sofa, grabbed the suit jacket next to him, and walked towards the door: "Work!"

One yard owned by a yard.

Hard-earned money has to be earned.

but……

After Hawke left the house, he didn't drive away the Chevrolet that was given to Lorna in the garage last year. Instead, he put on his coat, turned right, walked to his neighbor's house, and knocked on the door.

soon.

The door opens.

Hawke greeted Jane who opened the door: "Good morning, Jane, is John there?"

"In the backyard."

"Thank you."

Hawke nodded politely to John's wife, Jane, who had been married for two years, and then walked directly from the path outside the door to the backyard, and saw John who was pushing the lawn mower: "What I want, it's ready!" ?"

John, who was mowing the grass, looked up: "..."

(End of this chapter)