Chapter 165 I have a date with the princess (110, please subscribe!!)

The database that Katerina mentioned was actually Hawk retrieved from the study of Bill Bud, who pretended to be a taxi driver, and recorded it on the USB flash drive. The database of the list of Scrapers was suspected to be.

Hawke gave it to Ekaterina at that time, and after telling about the origin of the Scrae, Ekaterina made it secretly investigate.

However, investigation is much more difficult than expected.

After all, if you want to judge whether you are a human being, just look at the skin color, but if you want to judge whether you are a Scrae, you have no skills to say, so you can only act cautiously.

Therefore, the investigation into this matter has not been very good.

but……

Since Hawke obtained the Scratchers' disguise talent, it seems that since then, the Scratchers have not emerged.

Hawke thought the Scratcher was timid and encountered other things, so he didn't ask Ekaterina about the progress of this matter.

at the moment?

MMP!

I just cut Colson into a human pit and gave S.H.E.L.D.

You Scrooge are coming out again?

How about it.

This is to express it to me, it is unfair. I gave the same example to ASCHUN and didn't give it to you. You are not happy anymore. I have to jump out and say that you want it too?

Good guy!

Hawke's eyes flashed, and he felt inexplicably.

Just then.

Nora's phone call came too.

Hawke glanced and connected directly.

"explain!"

“The giant farmer has been found.”

"address."

"No, I've sent it to the car machine. The latest Porsche can be remotely controlled..."

Nora said, then her tone was stunned: "Gisthers, Hawke, are you driving the plane? The speed is straight to three hundred miles..."

Before he finished speaking, Hawke looked at the address projected onto the car machine and hung up the phone directly.

Next second.

boom!

Hawke's remaining fiery red Porsche, whose speed could be called lightning, increased the feeling of pushing the back once again, roaring like a rocket, shuttled through the traffic quickly and headed along the destination indicated on the plane.

In the navigation of the car, the interface that can be displayed in the future according to the speed can be almost dived, reducing the current distance and the expected time.

Along the way, a machine used to monitor and calculate the speed of speeding vehicles was installed. At the moment a fiery red lightning flash passed, he didn't react at all. When he took a photo, he didn't even get the Porsche exhaust.

Not long.

Under Hawk's driving skills that are fast and passionate, it originally took at least forty-five minutes, but Hawk directly compressed it to fifteen minutes, and arrived at a construction site in the port of Queens.

Puff!

When Hawke saw the Gwenjeep parked not far away, he heard the sound of fire burning when he got off the Porsche under him.

Next second!

There was a thud.

The Porsche hood finally exploded like a similar horse, and while it was blowing, it was squirting and blew towards the outside, emitting a boiling heat.

Hawke blinked, praying that Nora could not see her car's current state on her phone, and then he set his eyes on the jeep not far away.

Click!

Hawke flipped his right hand and the silver storm with thirty-two four-mm caliber bullets fell into his right hand.

only……

When Hawke came to the jeep and opened the jeep in front of him, it was already empty inside. There was no Gwen there. There was only a Gwen issuer that fell in the back seat, proving that Gwen was indeed in this car not long ago.

Just a problem!

Although this is Gwen's card.

but……

Hawke took the hairpin to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, confirming the smell. It was certain that the residual smell on the hairpin was not Gwen's taste at all.

Hawke knew Gwen's hair smell better.

With Gwen insisting on the principle that he can love but cannot do it, and at least in high school, Hawke and Gwen are together, and their favorite thing is to hug Gwen and then greedily smell Gwen's hair.

so……

Hawke couldn't understand what Gwen's hair smelled like.

and.

Not only is the fragrance on this hairpin not Gwen's, but even the remaining fragrance in this jeep does not belong to Gwen.

The answer is already very obvious.

During the surveillance, the kidnapped Gwen he saw were all fake.

Hawke narrowed his eyes and directly squeezed the hairpin on his hand. He stood outside the car and looked around, without seeing anyone.

Quiet.

No one figure!

Where is the person?

I went through a lot of effort to lead me here, but I didn't come out. What's this for?

Playing monkeys?

Dingling!

Hawke's eyes landed on the jeep again with a swish, and opened the trunk in three steps and looked at a cell phone that was ringing inside.

The phone screen lights up, showing an unknown number that is untraceable with a one-time prepaid payment.

Hawke reached out and grabbed his phone directly.

Connect!

Only breathing sounds came from the other end of the phone.

Female.

Hawke raised his eyebrows!

"say!"

"Harrow, Hawke!"

The female voice on the other end of the phone smiled and greeted Hawk like a good friend: "Do you still remember who I am?"

Hawke narrowed his eyes and instantly met the female voice with a female voice in his memory: "Scrooge...Princess?"

"You can call me Velrank."

“…”

Hawke was silent when he heard this, then couldn't help laughing, wiped his nose, looked around again, and said to the Scrure woman who called herself Velrank on the other end of the phone, "So, are you Alex Velrank's mother? Sister, or sister?"

I understand.

This is the routine in traditional novels.

I beat the younger ones, and the older ones came.

Hawke thought that the urban background would most likely encounter something like S.H.E.L.D. Unexpectedly, he actually encountered a genuine old routine.

"elder sister!"

"oh."

"Alex and I were not born to the same mother, but he is still my younger brother, although it's very stupid."

"I think your brother is not stupid at all, he is just unlucky."

"Yeah?"

"certainly."

Hawke looked serious, then changed his mind and sneered, "It's a pity that he's not good at playing with anyone, it's on my head, so he's dead."

The girl on the other end of the phone ignored Hawke's laughter, and her tone was the same as before, without any ups and downs: "It is also a sign of stupidity."
To be continued...