Chapter 178 George almost got shot in the head (410, please subscribe!!)

A gunshot was suddenly captured by Hawke's keen hearing as Gwen spoke.

Although the gunfire is very weak.

but……

The bullets came for them.

Hawke's thoughts turned sharply. In less than a millisecond, he concluded from the gunfire that the end of the bullet's flight was theirs.

"Do not!"

“…”

While Hawk was speaking, he raised his foot and kicked George, who was standing beside him, and then hugged Gwen and rushed towards him: "Dong!"

puff!

A yellow bullet slashed through the darkness and shot on the concrete floor of the rooftop with a soothing sound, splashing out sparks.

George, who was suddenly kicked away by Hawk, subconsciously caught the bullet splashing with sparks when he stood up. He felt cold sweat in his heart, and then quickly approached the wall and then touched his waist.

Then……

Touched a blank space!

After all, this is home, and it's still at night. Even George won't carry a pistol with him at home.

Helen also hates George doing this.

George then looked aside and hugged Gwen in his arms. Hawke, who was leaning against the wall like him.

Four eyes are opposite.

Hawke gestured at George with his fingers to the direction where the bullet was shot. If nothing unexpected happens, the direction of the bullet should be the roof of the building across the road.

At present, Hawke, Gwen and George were close to the wall, just in time, stuck outside the killer's sight.

Hawke took out the phone from his arms, put it on the floor, pushed it hard, and pushed it directly to George.

After George took it, he called Beckett directly.

Beckett, who was still working overtime in the office and trying hard to earn twice his salary, looked at the phone that was ringing aside.

"Hawke?"

Beckett had a phone number for Hawk, so he was a little suspicious when he saw the call from Hawk at this time, but he still answered: "Haok, what..."

George interrupted directly: "It's me, Beckett, Seventy-three Street, the building opposite my house, there is a gun on the roof..."

The words have not yet come to an end!

"Bang!"

“…”

George's right foot almost radially shrank, and his heart beat faster as he looked at the bullet that splashed out of Mars just a few millimeters away from his right foot.

Beckett's sound of the bullet hitting was so clear that he had already gotten up from his seat almost the moment he heard it: "I'll be there soon!"

After saying that.

Beckett rushed out of his office in a hurry, and said to Kevin and Esposito who were also working overtime, and rushed towards the elevator: "George was shot!"

Kevin and Esposito looked at each other, got up instantly, opened the drawer, took out the gun they placed inside, grabbed it, and hurriedly caught up with Beckett who had already entered the elevator.

"Shet!"

Wesley Carlos, who was performing his third mission of destiny, looked at the target completely hiding behind the wall and said, "Damn it."

He had just calculated the angle, and had already been 100% sure, so he pulled the trigger.

result……

Wesley Carlos didn't expect that the moment he pulled the trigger, a young man standing next to the target mission kicked his target. It was because of this kick that the target was kicked out of the flight trajectory of the bullet, allowing the target to escape.

This annoyed Wesley.

Did the young man notice it the moment he shot?

Wesley thought suspiciously.

Next second.

Wesley shook his head directly in denial.

How could this be possible? How could a person who looks like a high school student have such a keen intuition?

When I was in high school, I was still a little brat who knew nothing.

Weis, who was attending a public happy education university, used his experience to infer Hawke, who was attending a private elite education university, and then used the worldview that was not the same world, to get the answer he thought was the most reasonable.

While getting the answer, Wesley quickly got up and hurriedly packed up the gun he had just assembled, and then called his Firefox.

no way.

Wesley knew who his destiny mission was this time.

George Stacey, a New York Police Department detective.

If it were the past, Wesley would have questioned why, but after listening to what Firefox told him, Wesley had already believed in the concept of the Destiny Organization.

If George is not killed now, many people will die directly or indirectly because of George in the future.

so……

Killing George is equivalent to saving many people.

This is a great thing.

However, there is definitely no way to succeed in assassination today.

Wesley quickly packed up his things, then turned around and walked towards the emergency escape stairs. Even the note that fell out of his pocket was not noticed in the moment he turned around.

Because he had no time to check it carefully, the alarm ringing of the New York Police Department had already begun to ring.

"It's me, the assassination failed."

"What's going on."

"Saved."

“Back to say it.”

"good."

After walking out of the building, Wesley, who had pressed his baseball cap, threw the disposable phone he had hung up and into the trash can, then carried the handbag in his hand and inserted it into his pocket, passing by the police car that was whizzing past.

Three police cars stopped downstairs of the building where Wesley had just left, and then quickly rushed into the building with guns in hand.

The other two police cars were roaring towards the door of Gwen's apartment.

Helen, who was at home, listened to the alarm ringing from outside, thought that something big happened and needed to come and pick George up and work overtime.

Helen has become accustomed to this.

but……

When Helen opened the door and was about to say that she went upstairs to ask George to come down, Beckett, Kevin and Esposito, who were outside the door, had already entered the house directly, and then quickly ran towards the rooftop with weapons in hand.

This made Helen confused.

Next second.

Helen seemed to have thought of something, turned around and hurriedly ran towards the stairs leading to the rooftop.

"Dong!"

"George!"

“Here.”

George, who was close to the wall and covered his waist, looked at Beckett who kicked the door and raised his hand.

Beckett hurriedly walked towards George.

Hawke, who was standing by his side, hugged Gwen and stood up slowly. If nothing unexpected happened, the killer on the opposite side should have run away.

Very powerful, this killer!

Hawke thought in his heart.

There are not many killers who dare to assassinate police detectives, but they are definitely rare. Moreover, most of the killers who dare to take such detective orders are those who are not well-known.

The reason is very simple.

The more famous the killer is, the less he will be able to take orders from law enforcement agencies.

For example, the three killers including Hawk.

Hawke, mechanic Arthur and John Wick, the three of them, have never taken the order against law enforcement agencies.

Of course.
To be continued...