Chapter 10 One Year One Hundred Million A Miracle

Hawke listened to Zoe's words and captured one of the keywords.

"This Lauren..."

Hawke originally wanted to say that this Lauren was not a student of the Upper East Side College, how could she come to their school, but when the words came to her mouth, she noticed the expression on Zoe's face, and the conversation suddenly changed: "I remember the one at the Star Building?

Student, it seems you are the only one."

That Lauren Strack is a twelfth grader at Upper East Side College.

Hawke has done some research.

After all, if he wants to find someone he is familiar with in Star Building, why bother looking far away.

And now?

WTF.

Zoe nodded: "Yes, Lauren was originally going to a high school in the East District, but her grades weren't good, so Mrs. Strack went to find the director of our school. Originally, today was Lauren's first day of transferring to another school. Who was it?

I knew something like this would happen.”

Hawke: "..."

Just thinking about it makes Zoe feel scared.

This is kidnapping.

Moreover, he was kidnapped by a professional killer. He was even kidnapped from his home in the Star Building, known as Little Langley in Manhattan.

The most important day.

It seems that the reason why Mrs. Strack was able to call the police was not because of good luck, but because of the killer's professional ethics.

God!

What if this is a killer without professional ethics, or in other words, a gangster with no bottom line?

Zoe couldn't bear to close her eyes, not even daring to imagine what would happen to the beautiful Mrs. Catherine Strack and her little friend Lauren Strack if this was really the case.

treatment.

Hawke was also a little speechless when he listened to Zoe's words.

Again.

He had done some research. If he had known in advance that Lauren Strack would transfer to Midtown High School, he would not have used his classmates as an excuse, even if he was not familiar with them.

but……

Forget it, it's okay.

Hawke had a change of thought. His disguise last night, even if the master of disguise came, he would have to kneel down. After all, Hawke even changed his temperament last night.

Come to biology class.

Hawke's class this morning is different from Lorna's, so they are not in the same classroom. After all, Lorna is still taking an eleventh grade biology class.

"Good morning, Gwen."

"Good morning, Hawke."

Hawke walked to his seat and said hello to Gwen, who was sitting next to him and looking down at a book, but didn't say anything else.

In Gwen's words.

They were not familiar with each other in school.

Um.

Hawke also took out his biology book and put it on the table, and while waiting for the teacher to come over, he was thinking about the appointment with his killer agent at noon today.

The order last night has passed the review, and the commission of 300,000 yuan has been withdrawn by his killer agent. After deducting 30% of the commission, the remaining commission of 210,000 yuan will be directly

It was printed on Hawke's overseas bank card.

But because the order was temporarily urgent, I had to go down to pick up the information at noon today.

Hawke was a little curious about the goal of this urgent order.

Generally speaking, this kind of expedited order is more complicated, but it is also the simplest.

He is said to be complicated because few killers will take such urgent orders. After all, mistakes can happen when busy, and killers are no exception. Even if the information given by the employer is complete, the killer will do his own investigation to ensure that the information is complete.

There is nothing fishy about the list.

But Hawke is no ordinary killer.

One sentence.

Hawke is short of money.

Very lacking.

It's 2011 now, and next year will be the year when the Chiritans attack the Earth, although next year Hawke can just run away from New York.

But, can you hide for a while, or for a lifetime?

Even if we avoid the Kirita wave, what about Thanos' snapping crisis later?

How to hide?

Thanos' snap of his fingers is the fairest, all beings are equal, and everyone has a fifty-fifty percent chance.

Hawke doesn't want to put his life on this 50% probability. After all, he is not a being in this universe. Who knows if he will be resurrected with Iron Man's snap of his fingers six months later.

What if it doesn’t work?

so……

Although I am still a little bit away from 100 million hard-earned money.

But, how do you know if it doesn’t work if you don’t try?

What if it works?

Students all know that on the night before school starts, a pen and a lamp can give you a miracle.

Hawke feels like he can do it too!

Isn't it just that I still have more than 90 million of my hard-earned money? If I work hard, I might as well take one order a week.

Young idler, an old beggar.

One year, one hundred million, and one gun are not without the possibility of creating miracles.

at this time.

Gwen, who was looking down at the book beside him, looked at the teacher who walked in from the door, put away the book, and then glanced at Hawke, who seemed to be thinking about something, frowned, and put his feet down directly

Lifting up Hawk's calf.

Hawke came back to his senses instantly and saw the biology teacher with a stern nickname walking in. He glanced at Gwen next to him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Gwen gave Hawke a blank look without leaving any trace.

"Idiot, what are you thinking about?"

"Miss you."

"……fool!"

Gwen gave Hawke a big eye roll once again, smoothed her hair around her ears, and her sitting posture became very upright, exuding just one word.

Don't disturb me, I'm going to study hard.

At this moment, Gwen is not Gwen, but a very famous academic master in New York City, the signature student recruited by Midtown College in recent years, the most famous among students, the academic god Gwen.

Forty-five minutes later.

Hawke's notebook is blank, but Gwen's notebook next door has more than three pages of dense records.

teacher……

Did you talk so much?

Hawke blinked and looked at Gwen who closed the notebook next to him.

Gwen didn't even look at Hawke.

"My next period is French class, where are you?"

"……geometry."

Gwen looked at Hawke, who had a somewhat painful expression, smiled, and then said in French with a smile: "Bonne chance (good luck!)"

If there is any class that Hawke hates the most, it is undoubtedly mathematics. Every category in it is what Hawke hates.

but……

This guy's foreign language skills are surprisingly high.

This is not the case.

Listening to Gwen's French words of wishing you good luck, Hawke put away the painful expression on his face and replied with a smile: "Thank you, if my pain can make you happy."

Gwen raised her eyebrows. In fact, she had already completed her foreign language credits. French was just an elective she took last month. But she knew very well that Hawke's French was very orthodox and even had an authentic old Parisian accent.

.

"By the way, why are you so talented in foreign languages, such as German, Russian, Spanish, and even Eastern Mandarin, but why are you not talented in mathematics?"

"Because I haven't met anyone who can give me this ability?"

"..."
Chapter completed!