A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 79 Hawk: Do you have evidence? (Fifth update, please subscribe!!!!)
"……what?"

"You are the King."

George's expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to be joking at all. Even his tone was very serious, full of determination, with a look of "I've seen it through", staring at Hawk in front of him.

It's not that George is aimless.

In fact...

Ok.

50.00% of this sentence is intimidating, but another 50.00% is reasonable speculation and doubt.

Again.

George Stacey is an old police detective who has been a police officer for many years, has rich experience in criminal investigation, and has dealt with various criminals.

Although George didn't find a trace of Hawk lying or deliberately avoiding the topic from Hawk's answer when he just had dinner.

However, it is undeniable that from the dining table to the parking lot, there is always a word hanging over Hawke.

coincidence.

Because of the fire in the archive room, Hawke and Lorna were written as brothers and sisters when they were re-entered by a careless staff member.

There are also various accidents that occurred during the frequent moving period from the age of six until the age of 15.

For example, when you encounter a trafficker, you jump off the car and flee.

and also……

At the dinner table, Hawk talked about the reason why he went to the Aldi supermarket in Jersey City. Although the reason was very good, and Gwen could also testify, it was also a coincidence.

The most important thing.

At that time, Bob Hayes went to pick up Jill, and Hawke was by his side. After Bob picked up Jill and Gwen, Hawke's car was stolen by King, and it happened to be just when the butcher was about to fire. At that time, King appeared.

One or two coincidences is enough, but there are too many coincidences.

As an old police detective, George Stacey felt keenly captured when he heard Gwen jokingly talk about the joke between Jill and her.

But there are still many things missing.

This is why George just rushed ahead of Gwen and said that he would send Hawke to the parking lot.

In fact, if Hawke really drove, he would ask Hawke to get out of the car and go to the police station for a sit-down. Of course, he would not be arrested, but just to sit and sober up.

George believed that as long as any criminal, even the toughest criminal, entered the interrogation room, it was only a matter of time before he broke through his psychological defenses.

It's a pity that Hawke wasn't fooled.

Hawk, who opened the taxi co-pilot's door, turned his head and looked at George with a determined expression on his face. He seemed to be frightened. When he came back to his senses, he said in disbelief, "What?"

Seeing this, the driver couldn't help but said, "Hey, can't we go, buddy?"

George's eyes fell directly on the driver who interrupted him, and he took out his right hand to release his ID.

"NYPD!"

"..."

The driver looked at the ID that George took out, opened his mouth, and then wisely chose to raise his hands and made a casual expression of, I'm fine.

Hawk thought for a while, closed the car door, and didn't run out of the heating inside, and then looked at George with a very confused expression: "Detective Stacey, I still don't understand what you mean .”

George also put away his ID again, saying that now he is not Detective Stacy, but just Gwen's father, just chatting casually: "Does this mean it is difficult?"

Hawk nodded.

Isn't it difficult?

Headless and brainless, empty mouth and white teeth, just say I am King?

Why?
These days, don't the detectives of the New York Police Department talk about evidence when handling cases?
Hawke shook his head, and also changed his address to George: "George, you think it was a coincidence that I ran to Jersey City after seeing off Gwen yesterday, so I doubted me, but that's just It was a coincidence, and Gwen knew it."

Although Hawke didn't care much about his identity being exposed.

but……

What Hawke doesn't care about is that others seize his loopholes to expose his identity, instead of just guessing randomly without any evidence like this, without any technical content.

"No, when I was at home, I actually dispelled my doubts about you."

"is it?"

"What made me suspicious again was the information about you that my colleague sent me."

"My Profile?"

George laughed.

"I asked you before why you suddenly ran from Indiana to Michigan."

"I answered you, I forgot."

"That's what you answered."

George nodded.

"However, is there a possibility that the reason why you left Indiana and went to Michigan may be related to the No. 14 fire in a black community in Indiana in May [-]?"

"..."

Hawk looked up at George with a blank expression on his face: "What is this?"

Good guy.

How did George know about this? Aren’t you from the New York Police Department? Why, did the long-arm jurisdiction of the New York Police Department go to Indiana back then?

George smiled and said: "This case was defined as an accident by the Indian state. Simply put, a black community was turned into ashes overnight because the fire was robbed. More than 200 black people died."

Hawk's expression was amazed: "I don't know about this."

"When did you leave Indiana?"

"I forgot."

"You showed up at the Michigan State Welfare Institute on May 20, [-]. It is clearly written on the information, so you just left after the fire broke out."

"..."

After Hawke listened, his expression froze slightly.

next second.

Hawke smiled.

"Ha ha!"

Hawk couldn't help laughing out loud, and looked at George: "George, you don't suspect me, I set this fire, and then took Lorna to Michigan."

George smiled, "Isn't it?"

Hawk shook his head straight: "Of course not, God, I was only seven years old at that time, George."

George's smile remained the same: "You said that when you ran out of the trafficked car with Lorna, you were only six years old."

The smile on Hawke's face narrowed slightly.

Seeing this, George shrugged his shoulders: "Besides, Hawke, I just asked a very simple question. Most people, when I ask this question, will only answer yes or no. This is normal. React, not you."

Hawke smiled and said, "Did you just ask me a question?"

George smiled and said: "Because of Gwen, you stopped the butcher that night, and because of Gwen, you didn't really kill Arthur and me, but Alex Vilanke, you should be King .”

Hawk pursed his lips.

after awhile.

Hawke sighed, reopened the back seat door, sat in the car directly under George's gaze, and looked at George outside the car window to answer George's question directly.

"Do you have any evidence?"

"..."

Yes.

evidence.

If you catch a traitor, you will see double, and if you catch a thief, you will get stolen goods.

Although George said so much, and the reasoning seemed to make sense.

but……

No evidence.

Although George's words were convincing, he seemed to be certain that Hawke was the King, but he didn't have any evidence to prove that Hawke was the so-called King.

and.

"Sorry, George, I don't like your interrogation tone very much, so..."

Hawke reported the address to the driver, then shrugged his shoulders towards George who was outside the car window, and said with a look of [even though I am young, but I have a lot of experience]: "My life experience tells me that when facing the police , can't follow them, if you want a scapegoat, I can be King, but if you really think I'm King, it needs evidence, good night, George."

Done.

Hawke nodded to the driver sitting beside him.

next second.

It seemed that the driver who had been waiting for a long time finally saw the dawn of starting this order. His spirit was shaken, and he pulled out of the drowsy state in an instant. He kicked the accelerator and stepped on it directly.

moment.

The yellow taxi drove Hawk out of George's sight. As far as he could see, the entrance of the empty and somewhat dim parking lot was left, only George was left standing there.

quite a while.

George turned his gaze back from the disappearing taxi.

Do you have evidence to prove that I am King?
George recalled that after getting in the car, Hawke narrowed his eyes at the first sentence he said.

From George's point of view, that was already a plea.

As for the second sentence Hawke added later?
Ha ha.

George defined it as Hawke's first flaw tonight, and likewise, his first lie.

but……

He has no evidence to prove it.

George looked up again, looked in the direction where Hawke was leaving in a taxi, and took a deep breath.

"Buzz!"

Driving at a normal speed of 65 miles per hour in a yellow taxi on the street, the driver of the car let out a wow, turned his head to look at Hawke sitting in the back seat, and looked for a topic like a qualified old driver: "I'm still here. I thought the police detective wanted to take you back just now, did something happen?"

Hawke laughed, and then thought about it seriously: "I'm in love with his daughter?"

The driver's expression was instantly clear.

"No wonder, buddy, I'm not talking about you. You can fall in love with anyone, but don't ask your father to be a police detective. Believe me, I have this..."

"I also tried to kill him."

"..."

The driver's expression changed: "No way, it's true, buddy, are you kidding me?"

Hawke shook his head seriously: "No, what I said is true. Some time ago, I broke into the [-]th branch and shot him and another person, but I used a special tetrodotoxin bullet to kill him. on."

The driver retracted his hands, and subconsciously quickly touched the seat under him with his right hand.

"Crack!"

"do not move!"

Hawke pulled out from behind almost the moment he finished speaking, and the Beretta pistol he just took out of his car exploded, and it hit the driver's temple, squinting his eyes : "Continue to drive."

The driver hesitated for a moment, and slowly took out the right hand that had just been raised under the seat. In his hand, a small and easy-to-hide lady's pistol appeared in Hawke's sight.

"Ah!"

Hawk snatched the small lady's pistol with his left hand, snorted, shook his head, then pressed the driver's shoulder with his left hand, and pressed Beretta against the driver's temple with his right hand: "Do you know how you exposed it? ?”

The driver did not speak.

"In New York City, any normal driver would have chosen to leave long ago when he saw that he had to wait for a passenger, especially for such a long time just now, and would even yell at him before leaving."

Hawk smiled, then looked at the driver who thought he was well disguised but full of flaws through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but shook his head: "Are you new to this business?"

The driver was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice that was frightened: "Half a year."

Hawk raised his eyebrows.

"How many orders have you taken?"

"This is the second time."

"is it?"

Hawk laughed, and the Beretta trigger on his right hand began to be pulled slowly, as if he didn't care about the consequences of the vehicle rolling over after the shot was fired.

But the driver was very concerned about his own outcome after the shooting.

"OK, OK!"

The driver shouted loudly: "This is the tenth time, but this is indeed the second time I have acted independently."

Hawk smiled: "Then your luck is too bad."

In the world of killers, there are not any killers who take orders directly without experiencing success.

There are many such killers.

For example, the killers that come out of some assembly-line killer factories, this kind of killers, at most, simply train them to shoot and collect intelligence information, and then throw the killers out to take orders to generate income for them.

Even if this kind of killer dies, it won't delay their affairs. Anyway, the cost investment is not much, and the money will be paid back for one order, and the two orders will be earned in blood.

But this killer disguised as a driver?
Although in Hawke's view, the driver's disguise was full of flaws.

But Hawke has received professional training. At least, Hawke knew that this guy was a killer in disguise before he got in the car, but George didn't see it at all.

So but from this point of view, this killer does not look like it was produced in an assembly line killer factory. Since it is not an assembly line model, then naturally, a killer trained according to the traditional method does not look like it was produced in half a year. He can be a teacher, not to mention that this is his second order.

"What is the mission?"

"I do not know……"

"boom!"

"what!"

A yellow taxi instantly played a fancy posture of drifting left and flicking right on the street. At the same time, there seemed to be a scream coming from inside the car.

The driver's forehead was wrinkled tightly, and he was covering his bleeding right thigh, but with the other hand, he was still trying to control the steering wheel. Well, from this point of view, his disguise was not without merit.

At least he was very dedicated, but he chose the wrong partner.

If his target tonight is George, obviously, he probably has succeeded at this moment, and George, the corpses are probably thrown into the Hudson River Valley full of bones.

"The content of your mission."

Hawk pointed the smoking muzzle at the driver's temple again, and said with a smile: "This is the last warning, you can continue to be tough, and I don't need to know the content of your mission, but you must Will die, want to take a gamble?"

Driver Killer: "..."

(End of this chapter)