Chapter 13 I, the killer, have no feelings (please recommend!)

When I returned to school in the afternoon, Hawke got stuck.

Hawke, who had just arrived in the lounge corridor and was about to pick up his books to go to class, first saw Lorna with her arms crossed, leaning against her cabinet and spitting out bubble gum.

Hawke raised his eyebrows and walked straight over.

Lorna's eyes lit up when she saw Hawke coming over, and then she sounded indifferent.

"Where have you been?"

"Went out to eat with friends."

"friend?"

Lorna blinked: "Is it John?"

John is their next door neighbor. He moved in two years ago. He has a wife named Jane.

Hawke shook his head, took out the books for class in the afternoon from the cabinet, and locked the cabinet: "No, you don't know."

"I do not recognize?"

"Um."

"That's another woman I don't know."

"...So be it."

"call……"

Lorna had a very expressive expression. She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, opened her eyes, and unclenched her fists. Then, she looked at Hawke with a bright smile: "My dear brother, although there are still four years left, I will not disturb you.

But you have to take care of your health. You are having so much fun now. If it doesn’t work in four years, I won’t agree.”

Finished.

Lorna once again left Hawke speechless, turned around and left gracefully.

A rose and mint scent...

wrong.

The smell of Chanel No. 5 perfume.

But among the people we know, no one seems to use this one. It’s so expensive. God, Hawke won’t be hooking up with a classmate’s mother.

Lorna suddenly came back to her senses, thought of the price of Chanel No. 5 perfume, turned back suddenly, and prepared to ask Hawke.

but……

Hawke has disappeared into the rest corridor.

Lorna's afternoon class was physics, and Hawke's was federal history.

This time, Hawke changed seats with a student in the corner. After sitting down, he first placed the information he got from his killer agent on the table, and then blocked the federal history textbook on top.

This operation is completely a specialized skill from the student days.

After all, the Federation's history class is purely for giving points. Who knows that the history of the Federation is only so long in total, and it is not even a fraction of the history of the Eastern Kingdom.

However, this is also the reason why Hawke likes the federal history class, it is easier to get credits and it is easier to leave.

In fact, after dinner, Hawke wanted to go back to school directly instead of going back to the hotel with Ekaterina.

After all, even if a star and his agent get together, it is easy for problems to arise, let alone a killer and his agent?

Hawke doesn't really want to have any emotional disputes with Ekaterina. What if this thing affects his professional standards?

It is easy to find an agent, but it is not easy to find an agent who is trustworthy and capable.

but……

Ekaterina gave Hawke an irresistible reason to refuse.

Ten thousand dollars.

Hawke surrendered.

If it were a simple $10,000, Hawke would definitely not ask for this money, but this $10,000 could be counted as the $10,000 for plug-ins.

Beautiful knives are easy to come by, but beautiful knives with hard-earned money are hard to find.

How to say something.

One essence and ten blood.

In addition, that kind of exercise will make people sweat, so it is bloodletting and sweating, which perfectly meets the plug-in's definition of hard-earned money.

This damn system.

Hawke cursed the system in his heart. If he hadn't found a job as a killer that could be recharged, he would have seriously suspected that this evil system was completely trying to develop him into a cowherd.

At that time, there will be a meeting between the gods and the gods.

How did you become a god?

Become a god by lying on the bed?

It's so low to say it out loud.

no.

I must resist the temptation.

"System, I, transfer money from the trunk."

"Ding!"

[Current progress: "357W/1E"]

[Only 96.43 million hard-earned money is needed to upgrade to the next stage. Keep up the good work! Work hard, and the "hard-earned money!!!" you transferred this time will once again contribute to your future.

Brilliant contribution!!]

"..."

Hawke's eyebrows were beating, looking at the words that appeared in his sight, he wanted to smash this broken system with a hammer.

No matter how you look at these words, you think they are mocking him.

……never mind.

Read a book.

Hawke closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, opened his eyes again, glanced at the history teacher on the podium, and then looked at the extracurricular books under the history textbook.

Based on the information, conduct a general research on this time’s target, Arthur Stacy.

Arthur Stacey, male, 42 years old, is a prosecutor in the New York City District Attorney's system. He joined the job at the age of 25. Over the years, the prisoners he sent there included both thieves and murderers.

There are both gangsters and Wall Street people.

Judging from the information, he is an upright prosecutor.

but……

None of my business.

After class was over, Hawke put a roll of materials in his hand, walked into the toilet, lit the materials and photos on hand with a lighter, and thought as he watched the materials being burned to ashes and flushed into the sewer.

It's a different world. You're a killer, and you still care about morality and three views?

Chun Chun is sick!

I, Hawke, the killer, have no morals!

In the world of killers, talking about morality, outlook on life, and even emotions is something that can put you in danger.

This is what Hawke's leader told him on the first day.

Hawke is always in my heart.

The second class in the afternoon is physical education.

but……

Hawke did not leave the game, but sat in the stands of the stadium, holding a tablet in his hand and reading the latest news about the New York District Attorney.

For urgent orders like this for district prosecutors, usually the customers who place the orders are very targeted.

Of course.

Under normal circumstances, Hawke would not inquire about the employer who paid the commission, but just as an expedited order is not an ordinary order, this time it is not an ordinary situation either.

His leader also warned about urgent orders on the day he left.

If one day, you receive an urgent order, this order is urgent, but you cannot rush, and you must even be more cautious and cautious than ever before.

Hawke always kept in mind the words of his leader who warned him.

so……

Hawke planned to check to see if he could find this employer. If anything happened after the task was completed, he would know who to go to.

Just when Hawke was carefully checking the district inspection information, there was a ding-dong sound and a text message came from his cell phone.

Open.

Gwen: "Are you at the stadium? Is Lorna at your place? No, I'll come over in a minute."

Hawke couldn't help but laugh.
Chapter completed!