Hawke frowned.

The pharmacist covered his forehead and walked towards the storage locker beside him. He said as he walked: "Augustin's production requires Black Widow's venom. Sloan calculated the budget and felt that there was nothing in this thing, so he cut off this poison."

"Cut off?"

"right."

The pharmacist opened the locker, took out a transparent glass bottle from it, turned around, and handed it to Hawke: "Look, it's empty. After this poison was made, it has never been used once. Moreover, Sloan is right. Gas poison, etc., cannot be controlled well, and the lethality is too wide. If you are not careful, you will be hit by your own people."

Hawke took the glass bottle and looked at the scrubbed and dry appearance inside. Hearing this sentence, he looked up at the pharmacist: "I haven't used it once, what about the first time you made it?"

The pharmacist sneered, turned around and opened the refrigerator, and took out the Martini inside: "Don't mention this to me."

Hawke took the martini handed over by the pharmacist and took a sip.

"What's wrong?"

"That idiot Wesley!"

"Um?"

"Do you know, I'm very glad that you killed the cross."

"Um?"

The pharmacist suddenly burst into his mind, remembered Sloan's explanation, shook his head, looked at Hawke, and opened the topic: "It's not that idiot Wesley, Sloan asked me to teach him some basic theories and common sense of poison. This guy went around while I was away, but he broke my poison, which made me so angry that I wanted to poison him directly on the spot."

Wesley.

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

Is this guy poisoned?

WHY?

I've just seen that you are George's prey. I've put a yard on you. I'm going to be rushing to die?

Why?

Isn't it so bad to live him?

Hawke frowned, his thoughts turned sharply, and he looked at the pharmacist, just as he was about to ask something.

With a bang.

Gunshot!

Hawke instantly looked at the location where the gunshots came.

Textile factory.

The pharmacist who was taking a sip of Martini heard the gunshot and almost knocked over the wine in his hand. After looking at Hawk, he looked at Hawk who had already rushed out and thought about following him, but when he thought that he had only wrapped a wet towel on his body, he stopped the angle instantly.

"Wait for me, K!"

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Chapter completed!