Chapter 132 I’m just a kind-hearted citizen (please subscribe!!)

When Nick Fury heard the report from his most loyal and reliable brother Coulson, he was immediately dumbfounded.

"Wortfalk!"

Nick Fury, as always, used the innate talent of his tribe to curse: "Watfalk, Phil, I asked you to go there to capture King. King is your first priority. Who told you to go there?"

Helped the NYPD escort that piece of shit Zack Staney?”

Facing the scolding from his gang boss, Coulson was also a little numb.

"Boss." Coulson said speechlessly: "Detective Stacey didn't give me a chance to refuse, and I didn't want to either."

Just now, after George told him that they would be the main force in the escort mission, he said goodbye to him and said he would go home for dinner.

Colson immediately fell into a trance.

This case belongs to you, and we are just here to help and cooperate with you.

result……

The ADC is completely destroyed, and the support is forced to take the position?

"What?"

Nick Fury was stunned when he heard this sentence, and then, in the next second, he seemed to think of something: "Shet, damn NYPD!"

Colson didn't dare to speak when he heard the curse coming from the phone.

Nick Fury seems to have figured out what's going on.

Very simple.

The New York Police Department has completely given up the blame. After they are forced to become the main force, no matter what happens tomorrow, even if New York City is destroyed, it will be their responsibility and has nothing to do with the New York Police Department.

What?

Is this what the NYPD thought before?

right.

But now they don't hide it and do it directly.

There is a fundamental difference between thinking this way and doing it directly.

"Fake!"

After Nick Fury reacted, he took a deep breath: "Damn it, I must get the law enforcement power at the meeting of the five overlords next month."

Otherwise, it would be too passive.

They rush to help other law enforcement agencies solve cases, even if they don't appreciate it. In fact, they have to spend their own money to bribe some very greedy supervisors to let them work in the name of law enforcement agencies.

Colson opened his mouth: "What should we do now?"

Nick Fury took a deep breath, calmed down his excitement, and said in a deep voice: "Let us play the main force, and hold Zack Stany in our hands. This way, we can ensure that King will appear.

It’s in front of us.”

Colson nodded: "I understand."

Nick Fury hung up the phone directly.

He needs to be quiet, because even if he catches King this time, he conservatively estimates that he will need to provide a large wave of funds to the Department of Homeland Security in the future.

After all, the Department of Homeland Security only agreed to take the blame, and SHIELD itself is responsible for the amount of losses caused by this scapegoat.

Damn it, next month, I have to get my law enforcement authority.

Nick Fury stood on the balcony of the presidential suite of the most luxurious hotel in New York City, looking at the darkening sky with one eye, his eyes flickering.

"George."

“Has John Hope’s email been hacked?”

"Yes, there is a very interesting message that I sent to you. Please read it."

"good."

George, who had just clearly passed the blame to the Department of Homeland Security according to the director's instructions, received Beckett's message just after he parked his car below his apartment.

After George locked the car, he walked into the elevator of the apartment and opened a picture just sent by Beckett.

The picture is a screenshot of John Hope's mailbox, and it is a deleted sent email content recovered using technical means.

The content is very simple.

The transfer time is Thursday, the specific route has not yet been determined!

recipient……

unknown.

Like several prepaid cell phone numbers that appear in John Hope's cell phone call records, this recipient's email address is also untraceable.

This content...

John Hope rebelled?

After George stepped out of the elevator, he looked at his cell phone with his usual expression. After opening the door, he thought in his heart.

Then……

"Good evening, George!"

"……Good evening."

George saw Hawke who had already arrived at his house ahead of him.

moment.

A flash of lightning flashed through George's mind.

Wakali Masita.

I see!

Almost the moment George saw Hawke, why Hawke went to that house, the several prepaid numbers in John Hope's cell phone and the deleted emails in the mail, all of this came to light.

They were quickly connected together, and then a complete and reasonable closed loop was formed.

One sentence.

Hawke is killing people!

Yes.

All this is said to be true.

Hawke must have found John Hope and asked John Hope to become his internal agent and ask the latter to confirm the time for escorting 50 million from him. Afterwards, Hawke chose to kill people and silence them, and he still didn't use his own

hand.

but……

Wait a moment.

George suddenly frowned.

This isn't right.

Killing people and silencing them, no matter what, should wait until 50 million is obtained.

Hawke had no reason to act in advance. What if the information he received was false?

etc.

Fake?

George's eyes narrowed, thinking of the time when the recovered letter was sent, and the day when John Hope suddenly walked into his office and asked him to give him another chance.

The next second.

George came back to his senses and looked at Hawke, who was helping his wife Helen carry the food from the kitchen. This time, he had a thorough understanding.

He thoroughly understood what was going on!

After dinner.

George wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up, and Hawke, who seemed to have eaten well, calmly invited: "Let's chat on the rooftop?"

Hawke glanced at George and nodded: "Okay."

Seeing this, Helen looked at George curiously: "I noticed that you seem to have a lot to talk to Hawke recently. What are you talking about?"

Gwen didn't speak, but looked curiously at Hawke who stood up beside him.

George said coolly: "Men's business!"

Helen raised her eyebrows.

I haven't slept on the sofa for a few days. I wonder who is the king in the family?

Hawke smiled at Gwen, then leaned into Gwen's ear and whispered: "George wants to use me as an excuse because he likes to smoke."
To be continued...