Conquer The Comic: I Rely On Unlimited Hunting To Level Up

Chapter 012 Assurances and Promises

Gwen pulled Lear inside, and Lear did not refuse.

Director George, who heard the voice, was wearing a cute Hellokitty apron and heat-insulating gloves on his hands, and there was no trace of the majestic Chief Stacey outside.

When he saw his daughter holding Lear, his eyes were solemn.

When he saw clearly that his daughter was holding Lear's sleeve, he relaxed his brows slightly.

His daughter is now 17 years old, a high school student, not yet an adult, and despite the Romeo and Juliet Acts in the United States, he has a very strong eye on the energetic lads.

It's easy to turn school police and patrol police into your own eyeliner.

Because of this, every boy who approaches his daughter is subjected to a detailed background check by him, so that by the age of 17, Gwen has not been in a relationship.

He was too guarded.

It is precisely because of this that this man of unknown origin who suddenly appeared in the girl's life has become the most vigilant target of Director George, and there is no one.

"First meeting, hello Mr. Stacy."

Lear directly added a surname to show respect for George and the distance between the two sides.

Chief George's face slowed down again, and he nodded at Lear, "Sit down, I'll come right away."

"Dad, you see this is the flower he brought me." Gwen brought the flowers to George Stacy like a treasure.

Looking at the sunflowers and lilies above, George Stacy's face softened a little again.

"Don't go find a vase to pack them up?" He pretended to reprimand.

How long has it been since you saw flowers?

Since his wife left, there seems to be no such thing in the house.

Lear's arrival, coupled with this bouquet of flowers, seems to add a different kind of warmth to the family.

Gwen pushed Lear onto the couch and told him to wait.

He hummed a happy ditty and went to find the vase.

This family really hasn't had this kind of thing for a long time.

As Gwen walked upstairs, Chief George Stacy turned out of the kitchen again.

Lear was not surprised by his appearance at all, but just gently nodded to him and said hello again.

"Hello, Director Stacey."

From Mr. Stacey to Director Stacey, the change in his title shows a change in the identities of the two.

In front of Gwen, he was just a friend of a visiting friend.

It is now in front of Director Stacey, but he is a serious person who has something serious to talk to Director Stacey.

Director Stacey was also a little curious, why did Lear, who was hiding from him in front of him that day, suddenly come to visit him now?

Did you say....

"After that attack, I followed you for a month." Lear's words almost angered Director Stacey.

"I think this matter is always related to you, and the core point of the other party's attack on Gwen is always on you, so I plan to find out who the other party is."

"What did you find?" Director Stacey was completely unconvinced that Lear could find out.

As a criminal detective, he really knows the difficulty of investigating the case too well, and the current case is not the past. Problems that detectives can solve with their brains.

Not to mention that Lear has not yet backed the organization, just relying on his own strength, can he directly investigate the secret situation that the entire Queens police have not investigated?

If this is the case, then he will now give up the position of Queens police chief to Lear to do it.

Unexpectedly, Lear sat on the sofa, wrapped around Erlang's legs, and began to talk.

"I didn't investigate anything, but the other party took the initiative to find me."

"I told you that I came to the United States because of a black family without my own identity. The other party took a fancy to my skills and thought that my black people could help them deal with some dirty black work, so they led me to their organization.

"I've been doing a lot of work in their organization for a month."

Lear's words finally made Director Stacey serious.

He moved a dining table and chairs, sat down across from Lear, and asked, "What did you find?"

"This is an assassin organization that has been passed down for about 1,000 years, they have potions that can make people recover quickly, and they also have potions that can greatly increase their physical abilities, so their combat power is very strong, even the naked eye can clearly hit a distance of 50 meters away with a pistol without a mirror."

Lear didn't mention anything as fanciful as a bullet bend.

This kind of thing only reduces his credibility, and no one believes in such a thing until they see the real bullet turn.

Once he said it, he would have to do everything possible to prove it.

It is not the work of the wise.

Director Stacey, who was sitting at the dining table and chair, straightened his back slightly, and now he finally began to understand who his enemy was.

He began to pay attention to Lear gradually.

"Go on." He raised his hand and said to Lear.

But Lear stopped speaking.

"Dad, look." Like a silent wild cat, Gwen ran down the blanket-covered stairs, holding baby sunflowers and lilies.

Looking at his daughter's brilliant expression, Director Stacy also seemed to find that it was not good to say these things in front of his daughter, closed his mouth, and then said to his daughter with a smile: "We can eat in a few minutes..." The

sudden strong smell of scorching behind him made his face change greatly.

The conversation with Lear made him forget that the fish was still slowly frying on the pan.

After only seven or eight minutes of effort, the fish could not be rescued, and its appearance was covered with scorched black.

"Haha." Gwen stood in the doorway with a vase, laughing at her father.

Director Stacey sighed helplessly and glared at his daughter: "Still stunned to do something, go and call two pizzas over."

Gwen placed the vase on the table, winked at Lear, and ran upstairs to get his phone.

Listen to her daughter's footsteps gradually drifting away.

Director Stacey sat down across from Lear again.

"What do you want?"

"I want an identity, a guarantee, a promise." Lear crossed his hands over his thighs.

"It's a desperate job, I shouldn't ask too much."

Lear's words made Director Stacey ponder for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

The average police officer goes undercover, as long as he can come back alive, the start is a three-level continuous jump, which is really taking his own life to go undercover in someone else's den, but it is not that kind of patrol task can be compared.

Lear's request is not excessive.