A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 238 George: My daughter was cheated? (Please subscribe!!)

This brand-new woven cloth with God's oracle written on it, as Sloan expected, is indeed not the most wanted warrant with his name written on it.

Instead, as Hawke expected, it was Corey's destiny assessment task.

Killed his own wife with his own hands.

"WTF!"

Just like Hawk saw his own assessment task, Corey looked at the translated oracle and said something irritable, and looked up at Sloan: "What kind of bullshit assessment task is this?"

Sloane frowned again.

These days, when God chooses servants, does he like to choose such a heresy that is always questioned?

Obviously, believers of God are everywhere.

Could it be that God likes such heresy, because it is more sensible to train?
No.

The Lord's intentions cannot be guessed.

Sloan quickly waved away his unreasonable speculation about God, looked at Corey and said, "God has his own intentions for doing this, maybe you can't understand now, wait until the future..."

Corey interrupted directly: "In the future, I won't be able to understand."

He had already planned to fight King for the last time, so he would retire completely and enjoy the life of ordinary people with his wife.

In fact, if Hawke hadn't appeared at that time, no matter what the repairman said, he would not have planned to join the Destiny Organization.

Again.

The Destiny organization is quite extreme. Moreover, Corey is also a freelance killer, and he doesn't like to join any organization, and he needs to be bound by the rules of the organization.

but……

Who told him that King called him here, and told him that he could learn fancy marksmanship and even watch a good show here.

Corey just came here.

Now?

I didn't learn the skill of throwing a spear, and I didn't see the big show that was promised. When I came up, I had to buy the ticket with my wife's life.

Cory would only do it if it was funny.

I chose to marry my wife because I love my wife, not because my wife has more than a dozen hotel chains in her family.

Killing my wife will do me no good.

Can the inheritance be divided?

My father-in-law and mother-in-law haven't hung up yet.

"no!"

Corey was very straightforward, and directly threw the so-called God's assessment in his hand to the ground, looked at Sloan: "If this is the case, then I'm sorry, I'm not interested in joining you."

Sloan was not at all surprised by this.

after all……

Everyone here is someone who has experienced it. Everyone was irritable at the beginning, but in the end, they still willingly chose to accept the ending of being played by God.

Isn't K2 the same.

At the beginning, wasn't he very irritable, and then, under the supervision of Firefox, didn't he obediently complete the assessment task given by God?
Only God plays with you, who ever played with God?

Sloan hadn't seen it anyway.

Hawke has seen...

wrong.

Hawke should be regarded as the person involved.

Sloan smiled, not at all surprised by Corey's overreaction, but he didn't say anything, but set his eyes on the repairman who led Corey in.

The repairman nodded, said something to the aggressive Corey, and then dragged Corey away from the office.

soon.

Sloan waited until the repairman pulled Corey out of the office, smiled, shook his head, looked at the crowd and said, "God must have a reason for doing this. I think our new colleague should also do the same." Like our Mr. K, figured it out, didn't you, Mr. K."

Hawke looked at Sloan with a smile on his face: "I have never questioned God."

Sloane smiled brightly.

"is it?"

"I was just questioning that you mistranslated God's oracle. After all, when I saw you for the first time, you were so old, and it was very possible that you mistranslated. Besides, look at my translation. 10 minutes, it took you nearly half an hour, so I'm questioning you're too old for the job, not God's oracle."

"..."

Sloan subconsciously opened the drawer, took out his little blue medicine again in a smooth manner, stuffed two pills into his mouth, closed his eyes, and calmed down his blood pressure.

Seeing this, Hawk curled his lips.

People are addicted to food.

This is Sloan.

Obviously he can't tell him, but every time he rushes to find him, Hawk now seriously suspects that after so many days of his CPU, Sloan has started to have some symptoms of shaking M that he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't scold him.

Shet.

I'm playing an undercover game, not a femdom game.

Besides, to tease a nigger, I'd rather tease George.

correct.

George should have received the other two presents by now.

Hawke thought so.

Brooklyn.

After George and Beckett watched Ryan and Esposito drive away in an ordinary white van, they also walked towards the car parked not far away.

boarding.

George frowned.

Beckett, who was sitting in the co-pilot, had a strange expression on his face, and looked at George curiously: "How did Hawke manage to make these two obediently cut off his tongue and his kneecap?"

George smiled.

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"..."

This morning, when George was about to leave for work in the New York Police Department, he received a text message from Hawke. After he found Beckett and rushed here, he found him and the repairman in this unoccupied bar room. Exactly the same butcher and apothecary strapped to a chair, with their tongues cut out and kneecaps gouged out.

Of course.

There are also two video confessions and their own handwritten confessions, which are exactly the same as the repairman's, time, place, and target name.

Counting these two cases, George and Beckett roughly estimated that after the case is closed this time, they may be able to clear one-fifth of the unsolved cases currently accumulated by the New York Police Department.

no doubt.

That's staggering payoff, for the NYPD.

but……

George and Beckett were puzzled. It was understandable for a man to say that he repented and apologized in such a cruel way of self-harm.

Can the second one?

The third?
It's a little strange that they all follow the same routine three times in a row.

George shook his head and looked at Beckett: "What did Morgan's medical examiner say?"

Beckett frowned and said, "The fingerprints extracted from the repairman's wound indeed match the repairman's fingerprints."

"No other fingerprints were extracted?"

"No."

Although the repairman did not die, it did not prevent Morgan's forensic doctor from doing preliminary work, for example, using science to prove whether the repairman's wound was self-harm or someone else.

Moreover, it's good to verify it like this, and it will go to court at that time, so as not to attack this matter, so as to save the local prosecutor from being passive.

And Morgan forensic also gave its own scientific results.

No second person's fingerprints were found on the mechanic's kneecap wound, only the mechanic's own fingerprints. Combined with the mechanic's confession, it can almost be judged that the mechanic's injuries were caused by self-harm. At present, there is no coercion or threatening.

"correct."

"what happened?"

Beckett raised his eyebrows suddenly, as if he had thought of something, turned sideways, and looked at George: "Don't you think there is one person missing in the confessions of these people?"

George smiled: "Who, Hawk?"

That guy has already washed himself clean and spotless.

Beckett shook his head with a serious expression: "No, I remember you said that the killer who first came into contact with Hawk was a woman."

George was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Beckett.

"And that woman is also the agent of destiny, but none of these people mentioned it in their confessions."

"..."

When Beckett reminded him, George came to his senses.

indeed.

After George finished talking with Hawke at the port, the next day, he asked Gwen inadvertently to ask if anyone had gone to school to look for Hawke.

Gwen also corroborated Hawke's statement.

It's the sister of the neighbor's wife, and she's an archaeological expert. She borrowed her archaeological diary for Hawke to read when they were having dinner together yesterday.

Regardless of whether it was the repairman, or today's butcher and pharmacist's personal confession, everyone else confessed, except for this female agent of destiny.

George frowned.

Beckett was at the side, with a strange expression on his face, thinking of a certain possibility: "By the way, this female killer should be pretty."

With a swish, George looked up at Beckett.

"What does it mean?"

"I don't mean anything else."

Beckett looked at George: "I just want to say that although Hawke is very mature, he is a 17-year-old boy after all. Is there a possibility..."

George interrupted directly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Beckett laughed, "You're not..."

George interrupted again, looking at Beckett: "If this damned horse monkey dares to do something that is sorry for my daughter, I will shoot him right away, without any hesitation!"

As for matters related to his daughter, George can abandon all principles.

Lao Tzu's daughter is so beautiful, and she steals it.

Would you try stealing one?
"Ah, ah, ah!"

"God bless you."

After Hawk followed Firefox out of Sloan's office, he squeezed his nose and sneezed twice, and smiled slightly at Firefox at the side: "Thank you, after the cross completes the task and returns, I will take over when I am in charge." I know, is God really blessing me?"

Firefox shook his head, and still wanted to ask Hawke why he was so sure, but after thinking about it, it was almost too soon anyway, so he simply didn't ask further.

Yes.

After a brief off-site conversation, Corey re-entered the room, although his expression was a bit ugly, but he still accepted God's test task for him.

Just now.

Accompanied by the repairman, he has already gone out, ready to complete this test of God for him.

Once the assessment is passed, Corey will become the new cross.

And the moment Corey returns...

It's time for Hawke to take over!

……

(End of this chapter)