Chapter 179: The God-certified George (510, please subscribe!!)

"Can."

"no!"

George saw Hawk mentioning that he wanted to go to the opposite side together, but after thinking about it, he did not choose to refuse, but unexpectedly, when he nodded in agreement, Gwen had an objection.

"no!"

Gwen pulled Hawke's arm and said, "It's too dangerous. Just daddy go over. What are you doing with the past?"

Beckett, Kevin and Esposito turned their eyes directly into the distance.

Helen had a speechless expression.

George took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. He originally wanted to say that this big squad is gone and he can refine a small trumpet, but when he thought about it, he still had three small trumpets. In an instant, a very inexplicable emotion suddenly

It was born.

This emotion is called the bright elbow of her daughter turned out.

but……

Hawke went in the end.

Gwen wanted to follow him too.

But after Hawke's repeated assurance that when there was danger, he would hide behind George. If the two of them went together, George would not be able to hide behind him.

Gwen thought about it and felt that what Hawke said made sense, so he had no choice. However, he repeatedly asked Hawke to hide behind George if he encountered danger.

George walked out of the apartment with almost a dark face.

Now George not only kicked Hawke's waist outside, but also felt that his inner waist was harshly pulled by his daughter.

George didn't understand why those old colleagues with daughters shook their heads and said that raising a daughter was not good. George didn't care at the time, after all, he was a little cotton-padded jacket.

at the moment?

George suddenly realized why his predecessors sighed so much.

Because, George regretted it too.

"bite!"

"Sir."

"Sir!"

George came back to his senses, took a deep breath, adjusted his condition during a cramp in his mouth, walked out of the elevator, and came to the roof of the building opposite the apartment.

Enjoy the eyes.

Eight or nine police officers are scattered on the rooftop of the building, looking for the entire roof in a carpet style.

Hawke said to George on the side, "Let me see."

George nodded.

"Don't run around."

"It's so big, can I still jump down."

Hawke laughed, waved his hand, and came to the guardrail where you could see the roof of George's apartment directly, and then looked at the rooftop of the apartment directly opposite.

Next second.

Hawke closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he looked around, then frowned, walked a few steps toward the side, and finally stood accurately. Wesley Carlos had just pulled

The sniper rifle is on the lying position.

Squat down.

Hawke touched the floor.

Um.

There is still some residual heat.

He is an elite rookie who has good marksmanship and professional skills, but he seems to have never done much mission?

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

The so-called elite rookies are easy to understand. These people are not killed from scratch, but are the type of monk who become monks halfway.

Most of the elite rookies are used to describe people like some special forces from elite troops who choose to be killers because they cannot make money or want to make quick money.

This type of people have the ability to kill people and their skills are also very good, but they still lack a certain understanding of some basic knowledge or exclusive knowledge of killers.

For example, the floor with residual heat under your feet.

If it was Hawk, let alone lying for an hour, even if it was lying for fifteen hours, even if you left, you wouldn't feel that the temperature of this floor and other floors would be obvious even if you touched it in three seconds.

Changeable.

If no clues are left, including fingerprints, body fluids or temperature, this is a required course for the killer.

That's why Hawke made such a judgment.

but……

I haven't offended any killer organizations recently.

Hawke frowned. This year, in addition to offending S.H.I.E.D. and S.H.I.E.L.D., the years are basically peaceful.

Not to mention that he has settled the troubles of SHIELD, and the troubles from the Scrapers. In the past week, even Lorna has disliked him a little. How could he run to provoke any killer in Northwest time?

What about the organization?

George glanced at Hawke who was standing not far away and looked back.

"Have you found anything?"

"Sir."

A police officer ran to George and handed George a piece of paper in a bag of evidence he had just picked up on the ground and said, "We found this note at the scene."

George takes over.

[Wanted Order!]

【Name: "George Stacey!"】

【Age: "Forty-two!"】

【Height: "183!"】

【Weight: "10 to 30!"】

[Destiny Time: "8:09 am on November 14, 2011!"]

【Destiny number: "NO.4452!"】

“…”

"What's this?"

"What, this is it?"

Beckett and Kevin beside him took a look, looking a little uncomfortable. They knew every word on it, but when they combined it, they felt like they couldn't understand it.

The same goes for George.

but.

My son-in-law Hawk, the Big Three Killer!

"Hawke!"

"Um?"

Hawke heard George's voice, turned around and walked to George: "What's wrong?"

George handed Hawke the bag of evidence in his hand: "Look."

Beckett looked at each other with his two men, and also set his eyes on Hawke.

Hawke took the evidence bag from George's hand, glanced at him, and then looked up at George.

All right.

The killer was not for him.

It was George who led the killer over.

Hawke just glanced at it and recognized the origin of this thing, then looked at George curiously: "You should know this thing."

George frowned.

Hawke reminded: "We talked about it just now."

George was slightly stunned.

"Destiny?"
To be continued...