Chapter 22 He gave too much

"What?"

"The employer said that they know this is sudden, but to show their sincerity, they very much hope you will take this order, and they are willing to give twice the price."

"……Six hundred thousand?"

"No, 800,000, plus the previous insurance purchase, the total is 1.2 million."

"..."

Hawke was silent.

Arthur Stacey?

He doesn't recognize it.

But George Stacey?

This is Gwen's father.

And it is very possible that if no one interrupts his date with Gwen tonight, he will probably become his girlfriend's father tonight.

but……

Eight hundred thousand?

Equivalent to the reward of two ordinary orders.

He gave too much.

"received."

"..."

This time it was Ekaterina's turn to be silent.

"……What?"

"I said I took it."

"No."

The cigarette she had just lit in Ekaterina's hand paused, with a hint of confusion in her tone: "Why?"

Good guy.

Just a second ago, he was helping Gwen Stacy chop up the killer butcher.

The next second?

Just took over the task of killing someone’s father without even thinking about it?

Hawke put the steak on the dining table, stood up, and walked towards the wine cabinet behind the bar. He found an unopened bottle of bourbon from inside. He opened it and said with a smile: "I thought you liked it when I took it."

Well, from what you say, I feel like you really don’t want me to take this order.”

Ekaterina put out the cigarette in her hand with one hand: "I just don't want you to be stupid."

Hawke laughed.

"What do you think I'm going to do?"

"If you take this order, you won't execute it."

"Will I?"

"I don't know, but I need to remind you that if the employer breaks the rules, he will be taught by the Continental Hotel. Similarly, if the killer breaks the rules, he will be hunted down by all the killers."

"I hope so."

"What?"

"nothing."

Hawke shook his head and drank the wine in the glass: "Don't worry, I clearly distinguish between business and private matters. Gwen and I are a private matter, and killing George Stacey is only a business matter."

Ekaterina listened to the words that came over the phone that showed no emotion, and pursed her lips: "Okay, since you know, this order is still the same as Arthur Stacey, the employer hopes that the next

Solve these two targets before Monday. As for his information, I will give it to you early tomorrow morning."

"Thank you."

"No, I am your agent. I will give you advice, but I will not make decisions for you."

"..."

After saying this, Yekaterina hung up the phone.

Hawke took the phone away from his ear, looked at the gradually darkening screen, drank the second glass of wine in one gulp, and then the eyes began to flicker.

the next day.

When Hawke put on a brand new unopened suit and went downstairs to the living room, the information found by Ekaterina could be sent to Hawke's overseas mailbox.

Open.

A young man who looked about 20 years old and looked ordinary, but his skin color was a bit weird, not white or black, but the kind of white with green in it, suddenly caught the eye of Hawke.

In the eyes.

Alex Vilank.

Hawke looked at the photo of a man who looked a little weird, and noticed the man's skin color, which was white and tinged with green.

Another bastard?

Alien hybrid?

no way.

When Hawke saw the green one now, he thought of the butcher whose head he shot last night, and the green spots stained on his arms that have not disappeared until now.

Since last night, Hawke has brought green to the same equal status as black in his heart.

Neither black nor green should exist in this world.

"Alex Vilanque, male, 25 years old, holds dual nationality of France and the United States."

"One month ago, Alex Vilank was arrested at the Port of Manhattan by a team led by George Stacey of the New York Police Department's Crime Unit on suspicion of intentional homicide, kidnapping, trafficking in Eastern European girls, and trafficking in illegal drugs. He is now in custody.

At the Manhattan Jail in New York City, the District Attorney's Office Arthur Stacey will prosecute him for multiple felonies."

"The person who contacted us to place the order was a man named Kodoshi, but according to the information I found here, Alex Vilank was the real employer who placed the order."

"correct."

"Alex Vilanque's family is from Vilanque Industries in Paris. I contacted my friends in Paris. This rich second generation also has a lot of criminal records in Paris. It is said that he was arrested a few years ago, but

I heard that people from the Palace of Versailles came forward directly to fish him out, but my friend told me that this rumor was not true. The order did come from the Palace of Versailles, but it did not pass through the Palace of Versailles.

, in short, it’s weird.”

"..."

Hawke, who was sitting on the sofa, touched his chin and flipped through the information compiled by Ekaterina, his eyes twinkling slightly.

This is somewhat interesting.

so……

Did this Alex Vilank place the order because he had a grudge because George Stacy arrested him, and then because Arthur Stacy planned to sue him?

wrong.

This guy was thinking that as long as the detective George Stacey and prosecutor Arthur Stacey who arrested him were arrested, he would be able to walk out unharmed on the day of trial.

This should be.

This can be regarded as a routine operation for all villains, but it is not a routine operation for big villains.

It cannot solve the problem, but as long as the person who raised the problem is solved, the problem will no longer exist.

He is a cruel person.

Hawke couldn't help laughing, and then received a text message from Ekaterina.

Just one sentence.

This time, the full amount of the two urgent targets, totaling 1.2 million, has been fully paid into the custody account of Co-Prosperity Insurance. As long as Hawke's task is completed and the employer confirms, the full amount can be withdrawn.

"Fine."

Hawke looked at the sent text message, smiled, clicked delete, then closed the notebook in front of him, got up from the sofa, grabbed the suit jacket lying next to him, and walked towards the door:

"Work!"

One yard owned by a yard.

Hard-earned money must be earned.

but……

After Hawke left the house, he did not drive away the Chevrolet that was given to Lorna last year in the garage. Instead, he put on his coat, turned right, walked to his neighbor's house next door, and knocked on the door.

soon.

The door opens.

Hawke greeted Jane who opened the door: "Good morning, Jane, is John here?"

"In the backyard."

"Thanks."

Hawke nodded politely to Jane, John's wife of two years, and then walked directly from the path outside the door to the backyard and saw John pushing the lawn mower: "What I want is ready.

?"

John, who was mowing the grass, looked up: "..."
Chapter completed!