A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 49 Set off to do a task (recommendation please!!)

the next day.

Hawk stood at the door, watching Lorna off to school.

There is quite a visual sense of the picture of an old father sending his daughter.

"I am leaving."

Lorna opened the driver's door of the Chevrolet, looked at Hawke who was standing aside, and said curiously, "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

Hawke shook his head: "No, you don't know him, just let me go."

"What friend do you not know?"

"There are too many."

"You're wrong."

"..."

Lorna couldn't figure it out, she had been together since she was a child, and Hawke knew all about her friends, Lorna felt that she should also know who Hawke's friends were.

But right now?
Hawke suddenly has a friend she doesn't know.

This is not right.

If she hadn't become interested in studying again recently, she would definitely skip class today and quietly follow behind Hawke to see who this friend she doesn't know is.

"On our seven-year-old side, when we were in the Orleans Orphanage, a nurse took good care of us."

"Why don't I remember."

"That's why you don't even know him."

Hawk knew Lorna's character, worried that Lorna would skip class and follow him later, so he simply found a nurse from the orphanage, and shrugged while talking: "Okay, hurry up, remember to help me Ask for leave."

Before the age of 14, he and Lorna traveled all over the Federation.

Of course.

Tourism is a beautiful term.

It is realistic to change orphanages across the federation. As far as orphans in orphanages are concerned, they will not take in orphans, but will only help orphans find foster families.

Hawke and Lorna didn't want to go to a foster family, so they simply ran to another place to find an orphanage almost every once in a while, when the orphanage forced them to arrange a foster family for them.

Come and go, forget it, Hawke and Lorna have stayed in almost all the states in the Federation.

At a young age, it can be regarded as traveling around the country.

"Ok."

When Lorna heard Hawke's words, she thought about it seriously, and the time when she and Hawke were in the Orleans Orphanage came to mind. In her impression, there was indeed a female nurse who treated them well.

But not very impressed.

In the past few years of changing orphanages across the country, Lorna is not as cheerful as she is now. She hardly talks, and rarely cares about what happens around her. She only cares about whether Hawke is by her side.

"I'm leaving."

"Slow down."

"know."

Lorna responded, then bent down and got into the car. Immediately afterwards, with Hawke's brows twitching, she kicked the accelerator, and then drifted at a right angle, whistling the white smoke from the Chevrolet, and disappeared into the car. community street.

Hawke's brows were pounding. If it weren't for the 200 million hard-earned money waiting for him today, he would definitely not let Lorna drive to school by herself.

Since Lorna got her driver's license, she has done everything she can. Today is Lorna's fifth drive.

But Lorna's driving skills are almost self-taught.

It's amazing.

He was obviously stupid when he was a child, why did he look like a different person after his birthday last year?

I hope I don't get a [-] emergency call later.

Thinking so, Hawke finished the coffee in his hand, closed the garage door, returned to the bar in the living room, put the finished coffee cup aside, and turned the button of the oven.

Three clicks to the left, four clicks to the right, and then turn the timer to the top of the scale five.

Ding!
A small keyboard instantly appeared on the electronic screen of the baking box.

After Hawke entered the password, the light inside the oven turned on, and then, as if something was holding the baking tray inside, he pushed and pulled the baking tray up.

next second.

The door of the baking box was opened, and the silver three-layer box began to move down like a building block, and a sense of opening the arsenal appeared in Hawke's sight.

dagger!

Beretta, Glock, Colt, Stark, Hammer... pistols.

Shock bombs, grenade bombs, flashing lights.

Poisons, various toxic agents.

Dazzling.

The weapons stored in these three silver boxes are all reserved by Hawke at home, just in case there is an emergency order or something goes wrong with his arms supplier.

Right now, it seems that being prepared is the right choice.

soon.

"click"

Hawke took out the spare Beretta pistol inside, disassembled it, loaded it, and buckled it. After confirming that there was no problem, he took out two rows of 24 rounds of ammunition, and then took out three spare grenade bombs, and then pushed the box back again.

This time, it is estimated that someone will come out to make trouble for the 200 million task.

but……

It doesn't matter.

It's not that Hawke hasn't experienced tasks like today's traps.

Last year, when Hawke's order price was still US$20, a guy offered him US$50 to kill someone.

It is also a trap task.

The person who made the order was the boss of an assassin organization, he took a fancy to Hawke, and wanted to catch Hawke in this way, so that Hawke could join his organization to pay for his life and make money for him.

Hawke's principle is not to kill people who have nothing to do with the mission.

but……

The premise of this principle is that the other party really has nothing to do with the mission, if the other party knows about this mission and is helping his target to try to deal with him.

Well, sorry, these people are not within the scope of Hawke's principles.

You intend to kill me on purpose, why don't you allow me to fight back?
So, that time last year, Hawk went on a killing spree, that is, that time, he raised his measurements to over 30, and by the way raised his starting price for orders to $[-].

Although the salary increase in the killer industry is small, it is not as good as those big companies on Wall Street.

But in the killer business, the salary is unlimited.

soon.

Hawke put the things he needed into the portable bag and went out.

Around eleven o'clock.

Hawk came to the old local bar.

"Give."

"The car was found, and it was parked in the same warehouse last time."

After Yekaterina saw Hawke come in, she took out a set of police uniforms that had been prepared, and then took out a car key and handed it to Hawke: "According to what you said, I asked the people under me to Inadvertently revealed to your employer that you will do it at the airport."

Hawke took the car keys and said thank you.

Ekaterina looked at the expression on Hawke's face, and said suspiciously: "You probably wouldn't do it at the airport."

Hawk smiled: "Of course."

Kennedy International Airport, unless it's a deadly killer, otherwise, normal killers wouldn't hesitate to go to the airport to do it.

"then you……"

"This is a trap mission, you don't even believe that I will do it at the airport, so, you say, will they believe that I will do it at the airport?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)