A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 39 Hawke's Arms Dealer (New week, please recommend!)

Hawke didn't make excuses to leave on purpose.

It's true.

Someone just sent Hawke a text message, not from his leader, John Smith, or his killer agent, Ekaterina.

The text message was from his weapon supplier.

YMFSL!

If ordinary people see these five letters, they will only think that it seems to be a gibberish.

But the meaning of this sentence is like this.

Trouble, hurry up!

The pinyin of the first letter of Dongguo dialect.

"Buzz!"

Hawke drove the car quickly and safely through the traffic, approaching the address of his Dongguo weapons supplier.

Among the many messy skills, marksmanship is undoubtedly the first, the second is the French skill, and the third is the driving skill.

After all, driving well is also very marketable among many goals.

Hawke's Chinese arms dealer is called Chen.

Don't know the full name.

It's like Chen didn't know that the killer King was Hawke, but all these years, Hawke's weapons, guns and ammunition were supplied from Chen.

It can be said that, regardless of Hawke's true identity, this arms dealer Chen can be said to be one of the few friends of the killer King.

Because of this, the arms dealer Chen has Hawke's mobile phone number.

Another mobile phone number, but when he was in school, Hawke would do a good job of transferring text messages and calls, and then put away the mobile phone responsible for business contacts.

soon.

Hawk parked the car on the side of the road, then opened the trunk, pulled out a handbag, and then walked towards the side alley.

When Hawk came out of the alley, the handbag in his hand was gone, and even his clothes had changed.

Or a suit.

But it's not the casual suit that Hawke usually wears in school, but the one with a tie, sunglasses, an expensive watch on his left wrist and a cup of coffee.

no way.

It's noon again, and it's working hours. If you can't drink alcohol, you can only drink coffee.

Hawk looked up at the seven-story building across the road, with an orange exterior, and some old apartment buildings. He took a sip of his glass of wine and looked around like a tourist.

after awhile.

Hawk raised his foot, followed the middle-aged uncle who was about to go home, and walked into the apartment in front of him one after the other.

Compared with the Star Building on Fifth Avenue, the security of this Brooklyn apartment is simply poor.

wrong.

There is no security personnel at all.

Hawk came to the fourth floor very easily.

into the eye.

The corridor was quiet. The six rooms on the fourth floor were all closed and very quiet. Hawke could even smell the bloody smell in the air.

I'm late?
Hawk stretched his right hand to the back, took out the Beretta with noise reduction that had just been assembled in the alley, took a sip of the coffee in his left hand and walked towards the room on the other side of the corridor.

Get closer and closer.

The smell of blood from the tip of the nose became more and more intense. Just by smelling this smell, it can be estimated that the blood loss of the person who produced this smell of blood is not very low.

Hawke came to the door and glanced at the door crack of the room out of the corner of his eye.

A shadow flashed by.

next second.

Hawk raised his gun.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Three bullets flew out in an instant, pierced through the door in front of him, and blasted into the door in the shape of characters.

A thud.

There was a muffled sound from behind the door, as if something heavy fell to the ground with a plop.

Hawke pushed the door directly and entered.

into the eye.

A man in a suit lay face down on the ground, with three conspicuous bullet holes behind him.

Whoa!
The sound of washing hands came from the bathroom not far away.

Hawke took a sip of his coffee and looked at the restroom where there was movement.

after awhile.

The bathroom door opened.

"Ok?"

A man in a suit wearing blue light glasses came out of the bathroom. While wiping his washed hands that still smelled of blood with a towel, he saw his colleague on the ground, and then looked up at Hawk who appeared at the door. He was stunned for a moment, and then he said in a slightly surprised tone: "Killer King."

Hawk narrowed his eyes.

"who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"is it?"

The man in the blue light glasses casually threw the towel aside, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Hawke and said with a smile: "I have spent a lot of energy without letting your friend tell me where you are." , I thought I wouldn't see you so soon, but I didn't expect it."

While speaking, the man walked to the door of the second bedroom next to him and opened the door.

moment.

The strong smell of blood came directly from the second bedroom.

Hawke looked into the second bedroom, a man with bruised skin and a swollen face, but it could be vaguely seen that he was an Asian man with his hands tied, as well as his feet. They were tied and placed in a blood-red footbath on the floor. .

"List."

"Well, Chen."

Hearing Hawke's words, the man nodded. He seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Hawke and said, "This guy's mouth is really hard. He's almost dead. He just protected you well."

Hawke smiled.

"why are you laughing."

"Have you ever thought about a possibility?"

"what."

"That is, Chen really doesn't know who I am?"

"is it?"

The man in the blue light glasses was taken aback for a moment, and said, "I really haven't thought about this." He looked very easy to talk, and then waved his hand: "But it's not important, the important thing is that you are here."

When saying this, if you don't consider the dying Chen in the second bedroom and the corpse under Hawke's feet, this kind of conversation is very much like a conversation between friends.

So is Hawke.

"and then?"

Hawk also looked at the man in blue light glasses curiously as if he was talking to a friend: "You want to find me, now I'm here, and then, will you let my friend go?"

The man in blue light glasses took out a pocket remote control from his pocket: "Did you say this?"

The words fall.

The man in the blue light glasses instantly pressed the switch on his hand.

next second.

"呲呲呲!"

Being tied up in the second bedroom, with his head lowered, Chen, who seemed dying, raised his head for an instant, and then his whole body began to twitch non-stop. A puff of white smoke came out of the footbath, and his expression looked extremely painful.

Hawk narrowed his eyes.

"electric shock."

"Ah."

The man in the blue light glasses nodded and sighed: "I didn't think of this at first, and thought he was really stubborn, so I had no choice but to use some small tricks. What do you think of my tricks? King ?”

The corner of Hawk's mouth raised slightly: "Great!"

……

(End of this chapter)