A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 224 I Haven't Been the Boss yet, How Can I Close the Internet (Please Subscribe!!)
really.

Before the final result is reached, there will be problems if flags are planted indiscriminately.

Hawk was ready to stop it when Firefox first started to speak, but unexpectedly, it was still a step too late.

This is just great.

Something went wrong.

Even if Sloan got the vote for the new cross, the final result was unshakable, and a 180-degree reversal came directly.

fine……

Discovered in time.

Hawk was a little speechless, and while putting the name of the pharmacist that had been removed back on the list, he was actually a little lucky.

At least it didn't happen while voting.

There is still time.

And having time means that there is still a chance, and a chance to prevent all this from happening.

and……

After Hawke and Firefox walked out of the restaurant, as they walked towards Sloan's office, they asked curiously, "What you said last night, there is no way to go around. We have to wait until the new cross appears?"

"There is only one way to get an early election, and Sloan is dead."

Firefox glanced at Hawke, shook his head and said, "But in this case, there will be the problem that I mentioned yesterday. Sloan is dead, and automatic induction and negative votes. You must win the votes of more than four people, that is, Say, you have to get the vote of the butcher or the repairman or the pharmacist."

obviously.

The butcher and the repairman are staunch Sloanes, and there is no chance of being picked up by Hawk.

and……

The butcher and the repairman didn't like Hawke. From the very beginning, there was no way. Who made Hawke so handsome, and didn't respect them as their predecessors at the beginning.

For example, the repairman asked Hawke to help, but Hawke refused.

Another example is that the butcher wanted Hawke to come to his room at night, but Hawke ignored him.

Under such circumstances, if you want these two people to vote for Hawke, isn't that a joke?
Hawk frowned.

"There is no other way?"

"Gone."

"……All right."

Hawk took out his phone, glanced at the caller number, shook his head, looked at Firefox who was paying attention to him, and did not hide it, directly pointed the screen of the phone at Firefox: "George's, I guess he is here to scold me."

Firefox nodded, said God bless you, and went upstairs first.

Hawk walked aside, leaned against the guardrail of the corridor, and connected the phone in his hand.

The phone just got connected.

next second!
The furious George directly started to output violently.

"Hawk, your fucking brain is pumped, what did you say to my daughter, damn it, what did you do, Samara Bitch, Falk squid, Walter provoke Falk, Helen treats you badly As your own son, what have you done, ah."

"...What the hell am I telling you, you bloody bastard, Dama monkey!"

Sloan, who was at the door of his office, looked at Hawke who was on the phone at the guardrail downstairs, and gestured to Firefox who was walking up.

"Who's calling?"

"George Stacy's."

"Ok?"

Just as Sloan was about to nod, he was taken aback for a moment and looked at Firefox, feeling a little strange.

Why, a killer, on the phone with a New York police detective, you feel so normal?
Firefox glanced down, and from the look on his face, he knew that Hawke was still suffering from the fierce output from the nurse's eager old father, and looked at Sloan: "Yesterday Hawke just broke up with the police detective's daughter. If it's your daughter, there is no chance." You were dumped for no reason, wouldn't you be angry?"

Oh right.

It should be scolded.

Sloan snorted, and then listened to Firefox's words, and said solemnly: "I don't have a daughter."

Firefox ignored Sloan's cold joke and looked at Sloan: "I think we should go in first."

Sloane frowned.

"why?"

"After Hawke and Gwen broke up yesterday, he couldn't wait to come back and forced the palace. Do you think that after a while, after he finished his phone call, Hawke saw you upstairs watching him Joke, what do you think will happen to him?"

"... Go back to the house."

Sloan was silent for a moment, looked away from Hawke, turned around first, and walked towards his office, ready to start a new day of work.

After turning around and glancing at Hawke, Firefox followed Sloan into the office.

downstairs.

Hawk looked at Sloan and Firefox leaving the corridor from the corner of his eye, and listened to George, who had been scolding for so long and didn't repeat it too much, with a blank expression on his face: "Have you enjoyed scolding?"

George stopped talking for a moment.

"...It's okay, is there anyone else?"

"Ha ha."

The corner of Hawke's mouth rose slightly: "How about it, it feels good to avenge private revenge and use public equipment for private use."

George is very honest: "Excellent!"

next second.

George reacted, and said in a deep voice: "I'm here for work. If I call you at this time and don't scold you, others will become suspicious."

Hawke smiled.

"Do you think I'll believe it?"

"Believe it or not, I do."

Hawk looked up to the sky.

"George!"

"Ah."

"I forgive you."

"……what?"

George, who had no idea that he was about to be on Hawk's blacklist just now, was stunned when he heard this sentence: "Why forgive me?"

Hawke smiled and said, "It's okay, I've always been very tolerant to my own people, especially you, my accomplice!"

"..."

It's okay for Hawke not to say this.

As soon as this sentence came out, George, who was in his office, instantly recalled everything that happened last night, and Hawke's words made him more certain of his guess.

"Damn it, you didn't want to whitewash K2 at all, but to whitewash King. If I had known you had this plan, I would never have told you."

"I told you."

"what?"

Hawke looked gloomy, turned around, and walked towards his room, ignoring the butcher and pharmacist who passed by him. After entering his room, his face changed instantly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I told you , I want to confess everything to Gwen, confess my identity as the killer, don’t I?”

George said in a deep voice: "But King is not my undercover agent at all, K2 is."

Hawk frowned and said, "But whoever K2 is, King is also me."

George froze.

next second.

George was overjoyed suddenly, subconsciously took down the phone and started recording.

"So, you admit that you are King?"

"Yes."

"Great!"

George couldn't help but slapped the table, and said with a sneer, "Hawk, you're getting carried away now. I grabbed your tail. You admit it yourself. You are King."

At this moment, George almost burst into tears.

God can testify that George had given up catching Hawk in the name of King, because Hawk was too slippery to give him any chance.

at the moment?

There is no way out in the poor mountains and rivers, and there is another village in the dark willows and bright flowers.

George wished he could put on his wings now, jump directly in front of Hawk, and put his beloved little handcuffs on Hawk.

What destiny organization?
No more.

Even if George is allowed to retire now, George is satisfied.

but……

Hawk felt George's extremely excited mood on the other end of the phone, and couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I am King, I confess, and I have an accomplice named George Stacey!"

Words fall!

A crisp clicking sound suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

George flinched.

but……

Maintaining his ecstatic posture, George swallowed.

"Who do you say is your accomplice?"

"You, under your instruction, I came undercover under the name of King."

"Hehe, if you say this, do you think anyone will believe it?"

"Gwen believed it."

"I'm talking about the courts."

"The court should also believe it. After all, K2 is an undercover agent. Why can't King be an undercover agent? Moreover, at that time, Gwen will definitely testify for me in court, proving that you did admit that I was your undercover agent. Isn't it?"

"..."

Carefully clutching the waist that had just slipped away, George sat on his chair, only to feel pain everywhere: "Do you think the court will believe you, or believe me, a police detective."

Hawk shrugged.

"You can try it. After all, I'm only a 17-year-old high school student."

"..."

Excitement, excitement and a good mood have already spread their wings at this moment, and left George quickly.

George was silent.

"Is this what you planned too?"

"what's the plan?"

Hawk laughed, and asked back: "Isn't this plan all of us came up with, I will break into the killer organization, cooperate with the outside, find the evidence of the killer organization, and then wipe out the killer organization that has been entrenched outside New York City for many years, with more than a hundred people. , a killer organization with countless victims?"

Slap a sweet date, this principle is very applicable.

Don't say I didn't take care of you, George, but I put a great credit on your lips.

What do I want?
But I just want you to stop staring at my past. After all, it was King who killed me. What does it have to do with Hawke?

This is the voiceover of Hawke's words.

George understood.

but……

George clenched his fists: "I shouldn't have agreed with you to go undercover."

Hawke nodded: "Don't worry, George, I'm a good undercover agent. After this mission is over, I think I can go to college with Gwen, graduate together, and then get married together."

The trumpet K2 will no longer be available.

I'm going to change the trumpet again.

How about K3?
Let's decide for now.

Hawke thought so.

George took a deep breath over there. He felt that his blood vessels in his brain were about to explode when he heard Hawke's words. He waved his hand directly, changed the subject, and said in a deep voice: "I won't bother with you for the time being. I'm calling to let you know that a plan of action has been finalized."

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"when."

"Seven o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow."

"……no!"

"???"

(End of this chapter)