A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 231 He is self-harming (please subscribe!!)
With the loss of a tongue, the mechanic will not be able to speak.

With two kneecaps missing, the mechanic will not be able to walk on his own.

but……

The repairman is still alive.

and……

very energetic.

"Wait a moment."

Hawk raised his eyebrows, and looked at the female Skrull Hibel standing aside: "Huh?"

After bleeding so much, is the vitality still so strong?

Not scientific.

Hawke felt that the repairman's current vitality was far stronger than before the repairman was injured.

Hiber has the answer.

"Sir, as you said, you must ensure that he is alive, so I took the initiative and used a bottle of medicine from our clan."

"Potion?"

Xibel nodded, turned around, walked to the trash can on the side, and took out a potion bottle of about 2ML: "This is the potion in it, we call it life potion, no matter how serious your injury is, as long as you still have one With your breath, you can save your life."

Hawk raised his eyebrows.

"Any more?"

"of course."

Hawke's eyes lit up: "Can you give me two bottles?"

Hiber, who was disguised as a repairman, nodded and said: "Of course, the lady has explained that we must satisfy you unconditionally for every request you have ordered."

I don't know if it's Hawke's illusion.

Hawk dared to swear that when he said this, Hiber even gave him a look that you understood, as if to say, any conditions, sir, as long as you say it, I can satisfy you.

This is very tempting.

Hawke had to admit.

but……

Now Xibel looks like a man, and he looks like a repairman. Even though Hawke knows that Xibel is a female Skrull, he still can't accept that Xibel pretending to be a repairman said this to him with the appearance and voice of a repairman. .

I feel sick to my stomach.

Hawke took a deep breath, restrained himself encouragingly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, I really am a layman who only knows how to look at appearances.

"Thank you."

After Hawke opened his eyes, he waved his hand towards Xibel, and then set his eyes on the chair again. He was not unconscious, but his expression was distorted, and he resisted the great pain that was transmitted to his nerves all the time: "Look, You're not dead, as I promised you."

The repairman with a distorted expression tried to open his eyes, a pair of red eyes that seemed to be bleeding, staring at Hawke.

That look...

I can't wait to swallow Hawke alive.

Hawke shook his head, pulled over the chair, turned his head and glanced at the obedient repairman who was writing his confession based on memory, smiled haha, and then looked at him tied to the chair in front of him, with his tongue cut out and dug out. The disobedient repairman who broke his kneecap: "Actually, you should thank me, repairman."

If it wasn't for the fact that the repairman couldn't speak or move now, he would have gone to Hawke immediately.

You cut off my tongue, dug out my kneecap alive, and then asked me to thank you.

thank you.

Thank you family!
Hawke ignored the repairman's eyes that could almost turn into blades. If eyes could kill, Hawke didn't know how many times he would die.

"look……"

Hawke spread his hands, and before George came, he said to the repairman, "Although your tongue was cut off, and even your kneecaps were cut off, you are still alive. Isn't this a worthwhile thing?" Are you happy?"

I'm so glad you made a big batch!
The repairman could not help but close his eyes as he felt waves of severe pain passing to his nerves, and hearing Hawke's heresy.

This time, the repairman was finally able to experience first-hand how his enemies felt after he dug out their kneecaps all these years.

pain.

It hurts so much.

The pain was so severe that the repairman almost forgot his name.

Hawke smiled when he saw this.

at this time.

After Hibel wrote down the names, time and place of the people killed by the repairman over the years, he put his fingerprints on them and sent them to Hawke: "Sir."

Hawke took the two-page paper, shook it, and once again caught the eye of the repairman: "Look, I've already written the confession for you, and you don't need to accept them when you go to the New York Police Department." After being tortured, I can live again, and then I can spend my old age in prison, tsk tsk, I am really too merciful."

Under normal circumstances, whoever blocks his way does not end in death.

And without exception.

As for the repairman, not only can he still live, but he doesn't need to worry about his three meals a day for the rest of his life.

If this is not called kindness, what can be called kindness?

"NYPD!"

While in pain, while listening to the key words in Hawke's words, the repairman seemed to think of something. After realizing it, he raised his head and looked at Hawke, trembling violently: "Woooooooooooo!"

The repairman looked excited.

Hawk touched his chin, looked thoughtful, and looked at the repairman: "If I'm right, you should be asking me if I'm an undercover agent of the New York Police Department."

The repairman glared at Hawk with blood-red eyes.

Hawke smiled.

Get up.

Put your hands in your pockets.

"Okay, you know."

Hawk shrugged and sighed: "I won't hide it from you anymore, yes, I'm an undercover agent, an undercover agent sent by George Stacey of the New York Police Department, how about it, any surprises?"

really!

Hearing these words, the repairman became even more excited, even more excited this time than before. Impulsively wanted to get up, struggling hard, trying to bite Hawke to death.

but……

Violent movements will only hurt yourself.

A thud.

As the repairman struggled like a burst of adrenaline, there was a click, and the chair under him could no longer support him, and he fell flat on the ground with a bang.

next second!
"Wow!"

The repairman's eyes were about to burst, and the sweat on his forehead rolled out once again, and he stood there breathing air-conditioning: "Woooooo!"

Hawk looked at this scene, shook his head tut-tut, and then looked at Xibel beside him: "I've already made an agreement with Corey, you go directly there, take Corey back, and then, don't expose it."

Xibel nodded: "Don't worry, sir, we Skrulls have a unique advantage in camouflage. Our fingerprints and hair are all perfectly cloned, and people on earth will not be able to distinguish us."

Hawke nodded, but didn't tell the confident Hibel that since this year, ten Skrulls have died at his hands, and he saw the flaws, and crushed their heads.

After all, they came here to help, so if you don't say thank you, you can't expose their faults.

Hawke still has this bit of politeness.

soon.

Hibel turned around and left the safe house, preparing to continue the unfinished task of the repairman, find Corey, and then bring the cross candidate Corey back to the Castle of Destiny.

It's just that the butcher who walked out of the safe house was an obedient repairman.

As for the disobedient repairman?
After Hawke sent the address here to George, he ignored the repairman who was lying on the ground, sobbing and wailing, and walked to the bar. While waiting for George to come over, he called Gwen and chatted on the phone. .

After waiting for about 20 minutes, Hawke hung up the phone.

Soon.

The door rang.

"Boom boom boom!"

"George, come in."

George, who was standing outside the door, listened to the voice from inside, first looked around vigilantly, then quickly opened the door, walked in and closed it quickly: "Boom."

Hawke, who was sitting at the bar, looked at George's skillful movements and raised his eyebrows: "The posture of the connector is very skillful, George, amazing."

A flash of pride flashed across George's face. Just as he was about to speak, he frowned and smelled the bloody smell in the room. Then, his eyes instantly fell on the man lying on the ground with a towel in his mouth and his knees dug out. A hole repairman.

"This is……"

"take it easy."

Hawke came out from behind the bar with two glasses of wine, handed one to George, pointed to the repairman on the floor and said, "His tongue has been cut, so he can't speak, and his kneecaps have been dug out, too. I can't run away, do you like the gift I gave you?"

Listening to Hawke's light words but extremely cruel words, George frowned and looked at Hawke with a bright smile, as if he was looking at a pervert.

"What did you do?"

"of course not."

"..."

Ok?
its not right.

Shouldn't it be said, do you have evidence?

George frowned in his heart, looked at Hawke who was very flatly denying the matter, and was a little suspicious: "You really didn't do it?"

Hawke looked at George's face, and instantly knew what George was thinking, and shook his head speechlessly: "You just think that I did it, do you expect me to say that you have evidence? I said, when you met Georgie After Wen, I became kinder and more compassionate and tolerant."

wrong.

I've always had it, it's just that Gwen magnified my three great qualities.

Ok.

Gwen's credit, at least... 30.00% [-]?
Hawke thought so.

George wanted to laugh when he heard Hawke's boastful words.

you?
kindness.

Tell that sentence to that Coulson who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, and see if Coulson agrees with your point of view.

George thought the same way, shook his head, looked at the repairman on the floor, and took a deep breath.

"It's not you, it's who."

"he himself."

"what?"

"It's him."

"..."

George looked at Hawke expressionlessly: "You want to tell me that this is the person who cut off his own tongue and then dug out his own kneecap?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Hawke raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers, and looked at George: "As expected of an old police detective for many years, he knows everything. That's right, it's just like what you said, he did it himself."

George: "..."

(End of this chapter)