A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 201 Like Father, Like Son (Please subscribe!!)
Yes.

This is a bit like the Stockholm effect.

Wesley didn't resent Sloan, even now, in Wesley's view, it was Sloan, or Sloan, who saved him from that boring, uninteresting life, and then told him who he was , what should he do.

Although from a certain point of view, Sloan ordered someone to kidnap him at the time.

But that didn't stop Wesley from being grateful to Sloan.

But the other person was not so lucky!
In Wesley's view, the reason why his life suddenly plummeted after soaring to the sky was because of the appearance of this person.

If it wasn't for him, he would still enjoy the treatment of God's agent, live in his father, Mr. X's room, and work hard to restore his father's glory.

But this man who appeared suddenly not only took away his father's title, but even took away everything he owns now.

This person is Mr. K of the Destiny Killer organization.

Hawk Shaw!
Correct.

It is Hawke.

This can still be explained by the Stockholm effect.

It was as if the hostages who were first kidnapped by the kidnappers would suddenly become obsessed with the kidnappers, and even become hostile to the new hostages after they came in.

Wesley can be completely explained by this sentence.

Especially in the past few days, when Wesley was working in the textile factory, he watched with his own eyes how Hawk talked to the Destiny Killers, talking and laughing. When the unfaltering Destiny Killer showed a flattering smile to Hawke, the anger in his heart continued to burn.

The object of these flattering smiles should have been mine.

I am the son of Mr. X, and I should be the new Mr. X, not this Mr. K who came from nowhere and suddenly robbed his father's position inexplicably.

But that wasn't what made Wesley's rage peak.

What really made Wesley's anger reach its peak was when Hawke came to him and pretended not to know who he was at all, and shook hands without even having any impression of him.

The volcano in Wesley's heart erupted completely.

then……

Wesley wants to poison Hawke.

Just last night, Wesley used a highly poisonous, colorless, and even odorless poison that he had accumulated when he was still adored and learned various poison formulas from a pharmacist, and then used it at night , using the stealth taught him by Firefox, came to the door of his father, Mr. X, and now Mr. K's room, and lit the poison.

As long as Hawke dies, he can be favored.

This is the truest thought in Wesley's mind.

result……

The development of the matter once again exceeded Wesley's expectations.

Hawke didn't die.

how is this possible.

Only Wesley himself knew, when he saw Hawke walking out of the room unharmed, not even a bit depressed, how he set off a huge wave in his heart.

Even knowing that Wesley returned to his station, the unbelievable mood did not calm down.

Has my medicine expired?

Wesley thought so.

next second.

Snapped!
"Wesley!"

The foreman, who was patrolling to prevent someone from being distracted and causing problems with the weaving, saw the movements of Wesley's hands, his eyebrows jumped, and he threw a big fight on Wesley's head: "Damn it, you Stupid guy, what are you doing, how much material you have wasted these days."

Wesley came back to his senses. The foreman's spitting and cursing tone made Wesley suddenly stunned for a moment. It seemed that the scene suddenly returned to his life that was too hard to add.

next second.

Wesley snorted, looking coldly at the ugly foreman in front of him who was also very close to the fat woman in his impression.

In the pharmacy.

Hawke released Sloan's pigeon directly, and came here directly after leaving the door, and found the pharmacist who was lying in the pool, drinking a martini, and enjoying his own bubble bath.

The pharmacist watched Hawke walk to his own bathtub expressionlessly, squatted down, and then stared straight at him. After a moment of silence, he lowered his head, grabbed the bath towel soaked in the water, and covered his shoulders.

"K."

"Ah."

"Sorry, I like girls."

"So coincidentally, so am I."

"..."

The pharmacist looked up, just in time to see Hawk with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and instantly realized that he had been tricked, and immediately got up to fight Hawk!

but.

"Boom!"

Hawke stretched out his right hand, directly pressed down on the pharmacist who was about to get up, and with a light force, sent the pharmacist back into the pool, and said in a very serious tone: "Don't court death!"

The pharmacist was stunned.

"what?"

"Quick question!"

Hawk withdrew his right hand, recalling the feeling he felt the moment he woke up in the morning: "It can make people feel that the lungs are burning, the abdomen seems to be perforated, and even the eyes feel congested, but, colorless , will not be noticed by people, tasteless, and will not be smelled by people, the mode of use should be gas, such poison, do you have it here?"

The pharmacist frowned, a little confused, so: "Why are you asking this, don't you have a mission?"

Hawk shrugged.

"Ask whatever you want."

"Uh……"

The pharmacist naturally wouldn't believe Hawke's answer, but he didn't want Hawke to continue to stare at him taking a shower, frowned, thought for a while, then nodded and said, "What did you say?" It should be Augustine!"

Hawk raised his eyebrows: "Augustine?"

The pharmacist nodded.

"Yes, Augustine, this is a potent poison that is specially used to attack some enemies hiding in safes and safe houses. After igniting it, along the direction of the wind, Augustine can enter the place he wants to attack very well. No Any flavor, even without any color, but the effect is obvious. For normal people, as long as you inhale more than ten grams, you will feel your eyes are hot, and you can’t wait to pull the eyeballs out. The second is the lungs, which will feel like they are on fire. Same, after that is..."

"okay!"

That's it.

That's right.

Thinking so in Hawke's mind, he directly interrupted the pharmacist's description and admiration of this poison, and looked at the pharmacist: "Is this poison hard to buy?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "It's hard to buy, and you can't buy this at all. This is my exclusive research and development."

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"yours?"

"Correct."

The pharmacist nodded proudly, then, seeing Hawke who was grabbing towards him with big hands, subconsciously covered his chest with both hands: "What are you doing..."

The voice did not fall.

The pharmacist felt like a stripped rooster, being pulled out of the bath by Hawke effortlessly pulling both arms.

"Snapped!"

With a little right foot, Hawk threw the towel hanging on the floor directly to the pharmacist, and walked towards the pharmacist's office: "Put it on, and take me to see your poison."

Since the pharmacist said so, it must be impossible for the pharmacist to do it.

and so……

This leaves the last possibility.

Someone used poison from the apothecary's side.

after awhile.

The pharmacist with wet hair walked into his office, and when he was about to ask questions speechlessly, he looked at Hawke who was rummaging through his bottles and cans, and hurried forward to stop him: "Don't mess around with me here. something, K."

Hawk raised his hand, took a step back, and gave the position to the pharmacist: "Where is the Augustine you just mentioned, can you show me?"

The pharmacist sorted out his beloved bottles and jars, and turned to look at Hawke: "What Augustine, I have long since lost it."

Hawk frowned.

The pharmacist covered his forehead, walked towards the locker on the side, and said as he walked, "Augustine's production requires the venom of the black widow. The poison was cut off."

"Cut it off?"

"Correct."

The pharmacist opened the locker, took out a transparent glass bottle from it, turned around, and handed it to Hawke: "Look, it's empty. This poison has never been used since it was made, and, Sloane You’re right, gas poison or something can’t be controlled well, and its lethality is too wide, if you don’t pay attention, your own people will be hit.”

Hawke took the glass bottle and looked at the washed and dried surface inside. Hearing this sentence, he looked up at the pharmacist: "I haven't used it once, so what about the first time you made it?"

The pharmacist snorted, turned around and opened the refrigerator, took out the martini inside: "Don't mention this to me."

Hawke took the martini handed over by the pharmacist and took a sip.

"what happened?"

"That idiot Wesley!"

"Ok?"

"You know, I'm glad you killed the cross."

"Ok?"

The pharmacist suddenly had a heart attack, remembering Sloan's explanation, shook his head, looked at Hawke, and changed the subject: "It's not that idiot Wesley, Sloan asked me to teach him some basic poison theory and common sense Yes, this guy, while I was not around, rummaged around and smashed my poison, and I was so angry that I wanted to poison him on the spot."

Wesley.

Hawk raised his eyebrows.

Is this guy poisoned?

WHY?

I see that you are the prey that George pre-ordered, so I let you go one yard, you are fine, are you rushing to die?
why?

Is he not good to be alive?

Hawk frowned, his thoughts turned sharply, and he looked at the pharmacist, just as he was about to ask something.

bang.

Gunshots!

Hawk instantly looked at the location where the gunshots came from.

Textile factory.

The pharmacist who was taking a sip of the martini heard the gunshot and almost knocked over the wine in his hand. After looking at Hawke, he looked at Hawke who had already rushed out, and thought He followed him out, but realized that he was only wrapped in a wet towel, so he stopped his angle for an instant.

"Wait for me, K!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)