Chapter 17 Who dares to touch her (please recommend!!)

Bah!

After Yekaterina finished talking about the third person who placed the order, she suddenly heard a sound that sounded like a sudden brake, and then, an engine roar like a mad bull came from the microphone.

"Hawk?"

Ekaterina couldn't help but take the phone away from her ear. After the roaring engine sound became quieter, she put the phone to her ear again and said: "The orders at the Continental Hotel are not in split order mode;

In the order-grabbing mode, I got the news that these three orders had already been taken away when they were released at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Hawke drove the car and drifted around the corner, passed between the two cars, and drove onto Avenue 23.

"who."

"Nancy Stacey's order was snatched away by an unknown minor character, a killer nicknamed [Lightning]. As for Jill and your female classmate Gwen, their orders were snatched by [The Butcher].

I left, and I got news from my friend that the butcher just purchased a Gatling from him."

"Butcher?"

"right."

"I know him."

Hawke glanced at the police car that was already flashing in his sight seven or eight parking spaces away from him, and his eyes flashed: "This guy's nickname should be crazy."

The reason why the Killer Butcher is called the Butcher is not because he behaves like a butcher, but because he is fat and strong and has a thick beard, which makes him look like a butcher who kills pigs.

But the behavior of this killer butcher can be described as a lunatic.

Most killers, including Hawke, join the killer industry for money, but there is a small group of people who join the killer industry for various other reasons.

Such as hobbies, master's tasks, or simply looking for excitement.

The Killer Butcher falls into the last category.

He is a killer, and he is just here for excitement.

The reason why Hawke had heard of this butcher was because one time last year, it was said that he was in New Jersey, and this guy also accepted an assassination order to protect witnesses there.

But this guy stood on the road with a bazooka in his hand, fired an RPG into his soul, and then held the Gatling in both hands, directly facing the police car on the road.

That scene was so spectacular.

The most important thing is that this guy ran away even after being shot five times. The Jersey City Police Department across the river was so angry that they found this guy and put a reward of half a million dollars on this guy.

but……

This guy is still alive and well, and even plans to provoke the New York Police Department after provoking the Jersey City Police Department?

Hawke couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he thought of something interesting.

"Ah."

"What are you going to do?"

Ekaterina, who was standing at the window, listened to the familiar yet unfamiliar laughter coming from the microphone, and said in a deep voice: "This time is different from last year's order. From a contract point of view, the customer this time

There is no violation.”

Hawke nodded.

"Don't worry, business matters must be public affairs, private matters must be private matters, I have a sense of propriety."

"I believe you on this."

"Do you know who placed the order?"

"...You just said..."

"The contract has been signed and I will definitely complete it."

Hawke directly interrupted Ekaterina's words and looked at the police car turning in front: "As a killer, I have no interest in knowing the employer's information, as long as he acts in accordance with the contract."

Ekaterina frowned: "Then you..."

The corner of Hawke's mouth raised slightly, he suddenly turned the steering wheel, drove into a small alley on the right, and took a shortcut: "Gwen confessed to me during dinner."

Ekaterina: "..."

Yes.

That's right.

Just when Hawke left school and was warming up food at home, Gwen sent a text message.

Just three words.

As God testifies, this is the first time that a girl has chased her after two lives. Just when Hawke called Gwen, Gwen sent another text message, saying that it was his brother who was playing with her phone just now, not her.

of.

but……

This excuse is very perfunctory.

But girls, especially good girls like Gwen, are thin-skinned and easy to understand. Hawke smiled back at that time, but he had already made up his mind.

Gwen has already broken the window paper in this way, should she take the initiative?

On the way here, Hawke had already planned to take the initiative to break the window paper unexpectedly while watching the movie, but who knew that something like this would happen.

Shet!

Ekaterina on the other end of the phone listened to Hawke's words, was silent for a while, nodded and said: "I understand, wait for my call tomorrow."

"good!"

Hawke hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, it slammed directly into the road against the wall of the alley. Then the engine roared, and it accelerated the moment it landed, blasting forward.

In the rearview mirror.

With the constant sound of sirens behind the car, Hawke immediately captured the police car moving slowly in the traffic behind him.

"Butcher?"

Hawke took out his sunglasses from the armrest drawer, then opened the sun visor mirror and caught the fallen flesh-colored tattoo sleeve. After a while, he suddenly said: "I don't care if you are a butcher or a madman, you dare to touch me."

, I will directly turn you into a dead dog!"

boom!

At the crossroads leading to Arthur Stacey's apartment ahead, it was during the evening rush hour and there were quite a lot of people on the zebra crossing. A strong bearded man with his head lowered and holding something wrapped in a yellow cloth looked at him.

He glanced at his watch, then raised his head. The middle-aged man with many red spots in his white teeth grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth: "The show is about to begin."

The next second.

The man stepped forward and walked on the sidewalk that had just turned red.

"beep!"

"beep!"

"Hey!"

A man who was just about to release his brakes and start saw the butcher who ignored the traffic rules and walked directly on the red light. After braking quickly, he rolled down his window angrily and yelled at the butcher who was walking on the zebra crossing with a very awkward pace.

: "Walter and Falk, are you crazy? Do you want your life? Damn it, get out..."

The butcher expressionlessly tore off the yellow cloth in his hand, and in an instant, a thick Gatling loaded with bullets and exuding a dark and deathly aura appeared.

The man who was yelling was stunned.

Especially when I saw the butcher directly pulling Gatlin into a pulling position with both hands, I was even more confused.

The butcher grinned widely, pointed his gun at the stunned man, and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.

In an instant.

Gatlin's gun began to move slowly.

at this time.

"Shet, what is that."

"..."

The butcher looked out of the corner of his eye at the shouts of several people next to him, and quickly turned his head to look.

Eye-catching!

Not far away, a man wearing sunglasses, a suit, and holding a cup of coffee stepped out of a moving car as if performing acrobatics, and the silver car was heading towards the car at a speed of a hundred yards.

The butcher at the front of the car roared towards me.

What?

…
Chapter completed!