Hawke smiled: "It's okay, it's just a name."

The killer distribution center in Manhattan, the mainland hotel and Hawk have been to visit very few times. There are many rules for mainland hotels, so he is also very angry.

If the temper comes to mind, I guess I really have to see if it is the rules of the mainland hotel or whether it is the bad temper.

While talking.

Hawke slowly lowered his speed and slowly stopped the vehicle on the side of the road, looking through the windshield to an apartment building across the block.

He found no information about Carlos Close in the New York Police Department system.

To be precise.

He found the information of Carlos Close, but in the police station's archives, Carlos Close was dead, and died more than 20 years ago.

but……

Hawke had no intention of finding Carlos Close's information at all. After all, how could an old killer find it in such a simple way?

But his son Wesley Close is different.

Although the cross is a killer, a killer with faith, a killer with faith must be a man with a sense of responsibility.

The most important point.

The color of the cross is not dark.

So Wesley Close is not the kind of orphan who doesn't know what his parents are called. He can only be said to be an orphan whose parents die.

Even Wesley Close has a legacy to inherit. Unlike Hawke, who has nothing to do at the beginning, and it depends on his own efforts.

So Hawke was inquiring about Wesley Close's information, and then followed the clues to find his mother's information, then searched for the powerful police station system, and easily found an apartment registered under his mother's name.

close the door.

Bring sunglasses.

Hawk put his hands in his pockets and his expression was normal to walk towards the apartment across the road. After the elevator stopped on the sixth floor, Hawk, who walked out of the elevator with his head down, walked straight towards the apartment near the edge of the corridor on the right.

"Dongdong!"

“…”

Hawke waited at the door for a while, looked around, took out two steel needles from his pocket with his right hand, put them in the key's eyes, and tinkered with it: "Click!"

The door opens.

Hawke gently pushed the door with his right hand, his eyes drooped and fell behind the door.

If you are not careful, you will easily be ignored. The steel wire connecting the explosives on both sides will rashly push open the door and touch the wire, it will stimulate the explosives and then let the intruders explode with the apartment and ascend to heaven.

Hawke thought about it and did not move the thing. Instead, he observed the decoration and layout of the house through the open door. When his eyes fell on the desk with bullets, he directly withdrew his gaze, closed the door again, thought for a while, turned around, took out something similar to a gun nail from his pocket and hit the wall opposite.

Take out the phone.

“Is it online?”

“OK.”

"Tell me if there is any movement."

Yekaterina looked at Hawk standing at the door of the apartment on the screen and nodded, "Don't worry, this is the latest monitor produced by the CIA. As long as he appears, I can be the first time..."

I haven't finished speaking.

Bang!

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Chapter completed!