A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 28 It's Not About Money (Please recommend!!)

"All right."

"Thank you."

"No, I don't quite understand. He finally agreed to increase the money."

"It's not about money."

"what is that."

"Credit."

"?? The employer canceled it, and it has nothing to do with your credit."

"There are relationships."

Hawke, who was sitting on a bench, wearing a police uniform, hat and two small beards, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and looked at Yeka on the phone with a serious expression. Terina said: "He can be unkind, but I can't be unrighteous."

Ekaterina was silent.

This word...

Why does it sound weird.

Hawk smiled faintly, and finally said: "Okay, I'll go and complete this order first, remember, tell me when the money arrives, the New York Police Department should set off to find you."

Ekaterina came back to her senses: "Okay, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask, pay attention to your own safety and hang up."

"Ah."

The phone hangs up.

Hawk stared at the numerous police cars rushing out from the parking lot of the opposite police station, put away his mobile phone expressionlessly, and took another sip of the coffee in his cup.

The coffee is not as good as the bourbon.

but……

During working hours, drinking, some things are out of place.

Hawk looked down at the coffee in his hand, shook his head, stood up, threw the finished coffee cup into the trash can, then pressed his hat, then raised his feet towards the New York Police Department across the street The Twelfth Branch went.

Fortunately, it's just a branch, not the headquarters of the New York Police Department, otherwise, it would be a little troublesome.

Hawke thought so.

cancel order?

Ah.

Is this something you can cancel just by saying you can cancel it?
Customer is god?

God can't do whatever he wants in front of me.

hard-earned money.

hard-earned money.

Either your own sweat or other people's blood can be called hard-earned money. If you get money without sweating or seeing blood, can it be called hard-earned money?
cancel.

funny!

Although Hawke was also happy to let Alex Velanke double the price, what if the dog judged that the double money did not belong to hard-earned money?
No matter how much money is not hard-earned money, it is meaningless to Hawke.

Hawke is not greedy, what if he loses a lot because of a small loss, what should he do if he can earn 120 million hard-earned money steadily, but because of his greed for comfort, what should he do if he loses all his money?
and so……

Sorry.

Hawk raised his right foot, pressed his hat brim, stepped in, and stepped into the 21st branch of the New York Police Department in front of him.

Regardless of whether it is the current 21st Bureau or other branches of the New York Police Department in New York City, its basic structure is similar. The first floor is similar to a reception hall, the second floor is the Office of the Major Crimes Division, and the third floor is the Office of Organized Crime. The fourth and fifth floors house the so-called administrative offices.

And the case of Alex Vilanke is a serious case, so the interrogation room is naturally on the second floor.

"what."

After Hawk walked into the elevator, a white-Irish man in plain clothes with his head bowed and holding a stack of documents first glanced at the second floor that had already been switched on, and then at Hawk in the elevator: "The newcomer ?”

Hawke said with a smile on his face, "He came from the 32nd branch. I heard that there is a shortage of manpower here."

The Irish-born police detective is called Kevin Ryan, and he is the partner of Detective Kate Beckett in the second-floor crime team.

Kevin Ryan listened to Hawke's calm words, nodded, then shook his head, and reached out to Hawke: "Kevin Ryan, thank you for your hard work, buddy."

Hawke glanced at the right hand that was handed over, and reached out to shake it without any surprise: "I hope to catch this guy sooner."

talking room.

The two shake hands.

Kevin Ryan felt that the palm of his hand was a bit like sticky glue, and felt a little weird. When he was about to think about it, he interrupted his thoughts after listening to Hawke's words, and said with a smile: "Don't worry. Well, we must be able to catch this guy."

After knowing that there were prosecutors and detectives who had put a reward on the killer, the entire New York Police Department became irritable.

This is not.

Not long ago, after George Stacey figured out a way to pretend to be a snake with Alex Vilanker, and then tried to find a way to locate the guy who placed the order, police officers from other New York City police stations volunteered to go to 21 The branch came to support.

This also gave Hawk an opportunity to take advantage of.

Otherwise, in normal times, the major sub-bureaus basically do not move around, and any police officer with an unfamiliar face will probably check it carefully.

How could it be as easy as today, put on a police uniform, and then go to the serious crime team on the second floor in a grand manner.

soon.

Arrived on the second floor.

Kevin Ryan looked at the opened elevator, and said to Hawk beside him without any suspicion: "Dude, I'll be busy first, thank you. If you have any business in the 21st Bureau, you can find me."

"Ok."

Hawk walked out of the elevator with a smile on his face, watched Kevin Ryan who walked away waving his hands, called Beckett to a woman in plain clothes not far away, and then ran away, retracted his gaze, and thought about it When talking to Ekaterina just now, after the other party told her where the signal was located, she walked straight towards the location of the interrogation room.

The use of telephone positioning signals is a double-edged sword.

It's like an abyss.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

The interrogation room and the detention room are both in the same corridor. After turning right through the hall on the second floor, you can see the corridor separated by iron railings.

On the other side of the iron railing, a uniformed police officer was sitting on a chair.

The uniformed policeman looked at the uniformed policeman who had just changed his shift from not far away, nodding and passing by, raised his head, smiled and greeted Hawke, who was instinctive and uniformed, without any vigilance, Standing up, he also greeted Hawke with a smile on his face: "Dude, do..."

The words did not fall.

With a thud.

The policeman in uniform felt a blur in his eyes, then a pain in his neck, and his consciousness was instantly emptied.

next second.

Hawke smiled as if seeing an old friend, and hugged the uniformed policeman who was fainted by his injection, then shook his right hand, removed the key from the uniformed policeman's waist, then turned his head and glanced behind him, Quickly rearranged the fainted uniformed police officer on the seat.

Soon.

Hawk looked at the uniformed police officer who seemed to be dozing off, with his head lowered and his chin propped up with both hands, and he nodded secretly.

He's a killer, but he never kills anyone other than his target.

In a word.

No one can prostitute his labor in vain.

next second.

Hawk glanced at the time on the watch, set the time to a 10-minute countdown, then opened the iron bars and walked in.

Tick.

On the watch, the 10-minute countdown officially starts.

……

(End of this chapter)