Chapter 137 The Supreme Mage Swimming Naked (Please subscribe!!)

Ekaterina was speechless after hearing what Hawke said.

Do you still call this respecting the enemy?

This is already showing contempt for the enemy, okay? It seems that before the battle even starts, you are sure that you can win.

Hawke seemed to see through Ekaterina's mind.

"I can win!"

"..."

Ekaterina closed her eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, and with a snap, returned the outstanding combat pistol that Hawke had left with her at that time: "Here, your Silver Storm

!”

Because Hawke's gun is all silver, and when Ekaterina gave this pistol to Hawke as a sixteenth birthday gift, she specially found someone to draw storm patterns on it.

so……

Silver storm.

Hawke looked at his gun, smiled, grabbed it, and raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, you're lighter?"

"right."

Hawke glanced at Ekaterina, removed the magazine, looked at the thirty-two rounds of bullets in the magazine, was slightly stunned, and looked at Ekaterina again.

"I know you don't like automatic rifles."

Ekaterina rolled her eyes at Hawke, took out three fragmentation grenades and two smoke grenades for Hawke, and said, "So I asked someone to upgrade them for you."

Hawke smacked his lips and said, "You've leveled up a little or two."

This is an upgrade that directly skips levels.

"Absolutely. The upgraded Silver Storm comes standard with thirty-two rounds of four-millimeter bullets and is equipped with a nano-scale silencer, making it truly silent."

In the past, the silencer of pistols was said to be silenced, but to be precise, it should be a silencer. There was no way to achieve true silencer.

Hawke took out a magazine, looked at the four-millimeter bullet the size of a small nail held between his two fingers, and narrowed his eyes: "This bullet should be specially made."

Yekaterina nodded: "Of course, but don't worry, the power of your Silver Storm has not only been weakened, but this upgrade has also specifically upgraded its power and increased its range. Now the effective shooting range of Silver Storm has been

It has been raised to 150 meters."

Hawke raised his eyebrows again.

The effective shooting distance of ordinary pistols is at most fifty meters. Only a small number of pistols can reach an effective shooting distance of one hundred meters.

Hawke's previous Silver Storm was worth a hundred.

"Give."

Ekaterina took out a box of four-millimeter bullets from the drawer and pushed them to Hawke along with grenades, smoke grenades and flash bombs: "The dishes are all here, do you need anything else?"

Hawke reloaded the magazine. Hearing these words, he wanted to laugh: "This is not a restaurant."

Yekaterina slapped a hater: "So, there is no need anymore, then I will sleep first..."

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "Here are some clothes, the same style as the Continental Hotel."

Ekaterina looked at Hawke.

Laughed.

ten minutes later.

Hawke changed into a new suit, but it was the same style as the Continental Hotel. It was equipped with bulletproof bullets that could stop nine millimeters, .

Suit.

and……

While ensuring bulletproof performance, 880 black diamonds are inlaid on the body and buttons.

Hawke looked at a limited edition Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist and a tie made of 24-karat gold wire, looked at himself in the mirror, and touched his chin.

"Are you sure that this watch and this tie are also included when the Continental Hotel sells suits?"

"No."

Ekaterina, who crossed her arms and leaned against the threshold, shook her head and said: "This watch is a tie. I took a fancy to it when I went to Paris to attend the auction a few days ago. I bought it for you. Do you like it?"

Hawke turned around: "What would you do if I said I didn't like it?"

"Lost it, throw it in the trash can."

"Then I like it."

"That's good."

Ekaterina nodded, then turned around and left.

Hawke blinked.

"Leaving now?"

"Otherwise, will you sleep with me?"

"this……"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in married men."

"..."

Ekaterina waved her hand without looking back, and left the room without embarrassing Hawke.

Standing in front of the mirror, Hawke opened his mouth and touched his chin.

What he actually wanted to say was...

If Catherine discounted these two gifts and gave him money, he could consider sleeping.

After all, you make money.

Not shabby.

Especially when making hard-earned money, no matter how you earn it, as long as it is hard-earned money, there is no distinction between high and low.

It's a pity that Ekaterina didn't give him this chance.

Hawke couldn't help but sigh.

At the same time.

George also sat in his office and sighed.

Staying up late with George, preparing for the storm that was about to come in a few hours. Beckett, who was facing it together, frowned when he came back. George shook his head for a while, sighed for a while and said with a frown: "It really can't be done.

Should we still follow the original plan? Anyway, at the beginning, our real plan was Friday. Tomorrow we will still follow the original plan and let people from the Department of Homeland Security explore the way?"

At the beginning, the real time to move Zach Staney was Friday.

However, this plan was temporarily changed after the John Hope incident and when people from the Department of Homeland Security came to take over.

George, who was still thinking about how he could come out to grab money tomorrow after Hawke had broken his bones, came back to his senses after hearing Beckett's words and shook his head: "No, even if the Department of Homeland Security comes to give us tomorrow,

We’ll take the blame, but if we don’t give them Zack Staney tomorrow, they will definitely not take the blame on us.”

Beckett didn't understand: "Since it has been decided, why are you sighing and regretting it?"

George shook his head and sighed again. Then, after glancing at the door and confirming that it was closed, he looked at Beckett and said in a deep voice: "Hoke broke his right leg today."

"What?"

"Um."

Beckett's eyes widened slightly, and then he looked at George suspiciously: "Are you sure he's not pretending this so that he can create an alibi for himself when he steals Zack Stannie tomorrow?"

Hawke is pretending to be ill.

This idea came to Beckett almost immediately.

After all, no one would doubt that a guy with a broken bone, and a high school kid with a broken bone at that, would come out and snatch Zack Staney away.

This is unreasonable and very unscientific.

but……

George laughed uncontrollably and looked at Beckett: "That's the problem. I saw him break his leg with my own eyes, and then sent him to the hospital for examination."

Beckett's pupil earthquake: "What?"

George took a deep breath, took out a copy of the condition report he had asked the hospital to copy when he left the hospital, and handed it to Beckett: "Read it yourself."

Beckett took the genuine hospital report from George, opened it, and read it carefully.

after awhile.

Beckett looked up.
To be continued...