A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 52 Let's Say Hi (Please recommend!)
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On Route 32, which connects New York City from JFK, three black Chevrolet SUVs drove at an even pace.

As Highway 32 leading to the airport, the traffic flow is not busy.

Behind the three black Chevrolet SUVs, there are three police cars patrolling Highway 32, which seem to be leisurely and leisurely, fast and slow.

Behind these three police cars, five or six spaces behind, there is a police car from the 52nd Division with a license plate that is authentic.

Hawke is in this car.

Yesterday, Hawke asked Ekaterina for help, to help him get the police car with the license plate.

The original car of this police car is currently in the repair shop. Because a police detective drove while drinking, he dared not report the insurance and found a private repair shop.

Because of this, even if someone checks the license plate of this police car, they will find that the car has not been reported for repair or maintenance, and is still operating normally.

"License OK."

"no problem."

Driving behind a black Chevrolet SUV, also driving in a police car in front of the police car driven by Hawke, a police officer also noticed the police car following them, entered the license plate number to check, and confirmed this The police car belongs to the 52nd Precinct.

The police officer driving the police car glanced at the rearview mirror, and when he heard this sentence, he laughed and said, "Maybe it's something to do at the airport, it's normal, boss, didn't you tell us to pay attention to the private car that might be following the black Chevrolet in front of you?" ."

At the time of departure, the airport police station specifically explained it.

"By the way, boss, what are the three black Chevrolets in front of you?"

"Who knows."

"The black Chevrolet, SUV, should belong to the federal group. The special vehicle for federal law enforcement agencies is the Chevrolet SUV, and it must be black."

"Right."

The police officer who put away the inquiry tablet nodded: "However, why do you need to make such troubles? If you are so worried, just let us open the way ahead."

The police officer who was driving had an expression that had nothing to do with me: "I don't care about us. Anyway, there is still one kilometer to go before we reach our jurisdiction. We will just turn around and go home when the time comes. By the way, we will go to my house for dinner at night. BBQ."

"Okay."

"no problem!"

"The boss is mighty."

The intercom in the car instantly heard the voices of the police officers in the other two police cars catering.

Hawke, who was following behind, was also moved by the conversation sound from the police walkie-talkie in the car.

He also likes to eat barbecue.

or……

Go back to John in the afternoon and have a BBQ in his backyard?

soon.

One kilometer away.

The three police cars behind the black Chevrolet did not have any accidents. They patrolled as before, and did not continue driving. Instead, they turned around at the intersection when they were approaching the jurisdiction of their airport police station, turned around, and headed towards the airport. The side drove back again.

Hawke, who was drinking a third of the coffee in his cup with one hand, drove with one hand, lightly stepped on the accelerator, accelerated past the three cars in front, took over the position of the three police cars just now, and followed the third car The back of a Chevrolet SUV.

"The car behind..."

"I asked."

Coulson, who was still on the phone with Hawkeye agent Clinton Barton, was already sitting in another Aegis Chevrolet at this moment, looking at the real-time satellite image displayed on the tablet, he explained: "This The police car is a police car from the 52nd Precinct, the license plate is real, and it has a special signal source from the New York Police Department."

The license plate must be real, because this license plate was directly removed from the real police car.

Agent Hawkeye looked at the remaining distance displayed and felt something was wrong.

There are still ten kilometers left, and they are about to leave Route 32. Logically speaking, if the killer King wants to do something, he should have appeared by now.

"Have you spotted any suspicious vehicles?"

"No."

Coulson has been watching the real-time satellite images: "The technicians have checked the airport surveillance and found no suspicious person suspected of being the killer King. Maybe this news is fake news. He plans to attack you on Lexington Street. "

"impossible."

Agent Hawkeye said again: "If he wants to do something, he will definitely be on this road."

Coulson said nothing.

Anyway, he didn't see any suspicious targets. He seriously doubted whether his boss had misjudged the entire killer King.

Although the Skrulls are stronger than humans, the Skrulls are at most stronger than vampires and weaker than werewolves.

It cannot be said that the killer King can kill the Skrulls, but he must think that the killer King is very powerful.

Worst of all, this only shows that the killer King's force value is a bit high, and there is no way to explain other aspects.

at this time.

Hawkeye agent directly switched the tablet in his hand to the camera on the trunk of the third Chevrolet SUV behind him.

in the lens.

You can just see Hawke sitting in a police car, driving with one hand, drinking coffee in his hand, wearing a police uniform and wearing a watch.

"Not right."

Hawkeye agent narrowed his eyes: "There is something wrong with the police car behind."

When Coulson heard this, he also enlarged the image of the police car following the black Chevrolet SUV in the satellite image.

"Something's wrong."

"Driving a police officer's watch."

Agent Hawkeye is called Hawkeye because of his excellent eyesight.

Surprisingly good.

"The price of that watch is not something a policeman can afford."

"and many more."

Coulson said something, and after a while, listening to the voice of the bureau's computer technical agent from the headset, he said, "The police car is indeed a police car from the 52nd Precinct. The chip positioning is also normal, and the car's status is also normal."

Hawkeye agent ignored it, but continued to stare at the tablet in his hand: "It's still not right."

"……Hold on."

Coulson frowned and said, "I'll try to find a way to confirm with the No. 52 branch about the mission status of this police car today."

at this time.

Hawk finished the last remaining coffee in the cup, then raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the spot where the trunk of the black Chevrolet in front suddenly reflected light just now.

"Camera?"

Hawk was taken aback for a moment, as if thinking of something, exchanged his left and right hands, and then greeted the camera in the trunk of the black Chevrolet SUV in front with his right hand: "Hey!"

The eagle-eyed agent who was looking at the tablet was slightly taken aback when he saw this.

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(End of this chapter)