A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 89 It's My Turn (Please Subscribe!!)
"Then you slow down."

"it is good."

Hawk, who got in the car, responded to Lorna who was standing at the door and said caring words, then stepped on the accelerator, and drove the A8 directly under him to leave the street.

10 minute later.

Hawk, who was driving with one hand, glanced at a car following behind him without turning on the lights, but he seemed to have forgotten that yellow is the most conspicuous color of Chevrolet.

"Ah."

The corner of Hawk's mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help shaking his head. When he reached the nearest traffic light, he stepped on the brakes: "Bah!"

"what?"

Lorna, who was four parking spaces away from Hawke, blinked: "Green light, why did you stop?"

Before Lorna could think about it, the other three cars following Hawke had already honked their horns in a very irritable manner.

"Dudududu!"

"Fack, green light!"

"Bastard, let's go!"

Hawke was unmoved.

Just when the green light was flashing and was about to turn red.

Hawk moved.

hum!
The engine roared instantly, and the speed was soaring on the spot. Then, almost at the moment when the green light turned into a red light, the speed soared to a hundred yards in an instant, and an elegant left turn drift instantly disappeared at the traffic light intersection.

"Fake!"

"Shet!"

"asshole!"

"..."

Lorna blinked, looked at this scene, couldn't help but yelled, and then rubbed her long hair angrily.

A head of blond hair, half of which turned directly green.

Old local bar.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Yo."

Ekaterina, who was sitting at the bar with a lady's cigarette in her hand, looked at Hawke who opened the door and walked in, her pretty eyebrows twitched slightly, and then she smiled and said, "I thought you wouldn't come tonight , How was it, how was your chat with your future father-in-law?"

"I'm very happy."

Hawke smiled, took off his coat, opened the high stool, sat on it, then took the bourbon handed over by Ekaterina, shrugged and said: "But he seems to be crazy."

Although George didn't look crazy.

but……

George was mad.

no doubt.

Ekaterina rolled her eyes: "If I know that the person my daughter is dating is a killer, and I still can't find a handle on him, I will also go crazy."

Hawke was slightly taken aback: "Do you have a daughter?"

Ekaterina glanced at Hawke coquettishly: "What do you think?"

Hawke shrugged his shoulders, pulled away from this relatively private topic, smiled and said, "However, letting me go without evidence shows that George is a good policeman, doesn't he?"

Ekaterina nodded in agreement: "Indeed, there are no more than five policemen like George Stacy in New York City. I checked his information and found no valuable black information."

As long as George is not a good and law-abiding police detective, no matter how good Hawk's disguise is, it will be useless.

but……

Who made George a good detective?

These days, don't good people deserve to be bullied?

but……

My father-in-law, only I can bully.

Hawk smiled, took a sip of the wine in his glass, shook his head, and talked about the business: "Did you find the information I asked you to find?"

Ekaterina took out a document from under the bar and handed it to Hawke: "It's ready for you early in the morning."

Hawke took the information.

open.

Last night, the photo of the taxi driver who was driving him came into view instantly.

However, it was different from the one wearing cheap clothes yesterday. The driver in this photo was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking very much like an elite.

"Bill Bud."

Hawke looked at the taxi driver's name that had already been found out, and then, looking at the other content on the information, raised his eyebrows and looked up at Ekaterina: "It's from the Department of Homeland Security, you still have the name from the Department of Homeland Security." connect?"

"I'm a professional broker!"

"..."

As a professional broker, Ekaterina will never allow anyone to question his professional level: "Don't talk about the Homeland Security Agency, I even have informants from the CIA, and even the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Agency Do you know what this agency does?"

Hawk looked at Ekaterina, not surprised at all: "Hasn't it been changed to S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

After all, Ekaterina was a professional broker.

Ekaterina shook her head: "As far as I know, no, but very little information about this bureau has leaked out. So far, no intelligence organization can say that they know this agency very well."

Hawke nodded.

Homeland Strategic Defense...

S.H.I.E.L.D. is very hidden, not only for ordinary people, but also for people in the underground world. However, unlike the well-protected ordinary people, the underground world knows the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D. Yes, it's just that they don't know much about SHIELD.

It is only known that there is such a mysterious and powerful law enforcement agency, but very little is known about the composition, structure and personnel information of this agency.

So far, one thing is certain.

That is the person from SHIELD. During each mission, he will not reveal his true identity, but will use the credentials of other law enforcement agencies to handle the case.

Before [-]/[-], the agency used the most identity as the FBI.

But since the establishment of the Department of Homeland Security, the most used identity is that of the Department of Homeland Security.

"correct."

Ekaterina put down the wine glass in her hand, thought of one thing, looked at Hawk, and said: "I have already understood the order on Route 32 last time. The target you killed also has It may have been done on purpose by the agency, the guy from Columbia has already hired him."

"Recruited?"

Hawk raised his eyebrows: "When did you go to Columbia?"

Ekaterina shrugged and said: "I didn't go, I contacted the Sever organization, and I have maintained a good and long-term business relationship with the Sev organization, otherwise, you think I will sit here, and the intelligence and orders will Did it come to your door with wings inserted?"

At the beginning of the order on Route 32, Ekaterina contacted the Sever organization and asked the Sever organization to help him go to Colombia. However, it didn't take much time to interrogate the guy. After finding it, he fired a shot Said everything, but it took a little while to find him.

"According to the information that guy gave, the other party is coming directly at you."

Ekaterina frowned: "However, what kind of land strategy is this? I knew it before, but I basically never intervened in the underground market, so I didn't think about it at first, so It’s the first time in so many years that the names are named, you offend them?”

Hawke shook his head honestly: "No, but after the order on the 32nd was over, he was offended if he said he was offended."

After all, the one who died was a rare agent of SHIELD who could handle it.

There are named and surnamed agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., not counting Hydra. Add up, is there more than ten?

Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Melinda May...

Are there any more?
Hey guys, exactly five?

"but……"

While thinking about it, Hawk touched his chin: "According to the logic, if I killed one of their agents, and it was still in public, they should be furious, and they can't wait to kick the door directly the next day. , As a result, after so many days, there is no reaction at all, I thought they gave up, but I didn't expect..."

So this driver is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?
but……

Yesterday, when Hawke realized that the driver was not a driver but an agent, his first suspicion subconsciously was that this guy was a SHIELD agent.

But this is different from Hawke's imagination, the action taken by the Aegis giant after it was deflated.

After all, Hawkeye is in his hands. According to conventional speculation, if SHIELD wants to arrest him, it must send the Avengers.

But just send out a plain-looking SHIELD agent?

It doesn't make any sense.

This is also where Hawke can't figure it out, and now, Hawke can't figure it out either. If last night's action was a joint effort between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Scruis, then S.H.I.E.L.D. should have a backup.

Still nothing.

and also……

The so-called Miss Scrure was the one who talked to him last night.

Ekaterina looked at Hawke, who was thinking with his head down, and clicked on the information about yesterday's taxi driver in Hawke's hand, and said, "This driver is an agent of the Department of Homeland Security, not a member of this agency. .”

Hawk was slightly taken aback.

Not S.H.I.E.L.D.?

The Skrulls have used their claws to infiltrate the Homeland Security Agency?
Ekaterina met Hawke's gaze: "After I received the photo you sent, I found out that this guy might be from the Department of Homeland Security, so I contacted my informant in the Department of Homeland Security and confirmed it. Bill Bude was originally an agent of the Bureau of Immigration and Planning. After the establishment of the Department of Homeland Security, he was transferred to the Department of Homeland Security and has been working in the New York office. However, he is not a field agent. He is mainly responsible for Back office work."

"Staff?"

"Correct."

Hawk touched his chin: "No wonder, I just said, his vigilance is not at all like a field agent."

This is why Hawke was a little uncertain at the time whether this guy was a law enforcement agency.

after all……

An internal agent, to put it mildly, is an agent, but more often than not, he is just a white-collar worker in an office.

"Give."

Ekaterina flicked her right hand, revealing an access control card, and stretched it out in front of Hawke: "You probably want this."

Hawk returned to his senses.

"what is this."

"A door key to Bill Budd's house."

Ekaterina said with a smile: "Don't you want to go to this guy's house to look for clues? How about it? I still understand you."

Hawk laughed, got up, took the access control key from Ekaterina, walked towards the door, and waved his hand without looking back: "Helping me find clues about the Skrulls."

Ekaterina sipped the wine in her glass.

"it is good!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)