Chapter 257: An unprecedented experience of undercover (please subscribe!!)

In the office.

Seeing that in the helicopter, Hawke was indifferent to his invitation, he could only taste the Bourbon wine on his right hand alone.

Not drinking during work is Hawke's principle.

but……

George has arrived, and the undercover work can be said to be over. I have been busy for so long, and now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Have a glass of wine and relax. Isn’t this possible?

Anyway, Hawke felt that he had the right to enjoy this hard-earned leisure.

Um.

George should have this qualification, too.

Hawke heard that he had already started to come to him, and there was a hurried sound of climbing the stairs. He smiled, turned around, took out two wine glasses, poured them on Bourbon, and then sat behind him, symbolizing the largest castle of Destiny.

On the boss's chair.

After a while.

There was a thud.

The office door was pushed open directly from outside, and Beckett, George and several special police officers rushed into the office one after another.

Six or seven muzzles were pointed at Hawk, who seemed to be sitting on the throne.

"Put down the gun."

After seeing Hawk, Beckett took the lead in pressing the gun down and opened his mouth quickly to prevent the gun from getting fire: "He is his own."

Your own person?

I like this.

Hawke listened to Beckett's words, and raised the bourbon glass in his hand to Beckett, who was holding his gun, and invited him: "Detective Beckett, are you going to have a glass? Very good wine,

One year-round Thunderbola factory produced.”

Becket looked around and confirmed that there was no danger. He shrugged his shoulders, walked over, and picked up a glass of wine that had been prepared on the table: "I got up at five o'clock and was just thirsty."

Hawke laughed and said, "I got up at six."

Beckett took a sip of Bourbon, said Nais, and said, "You should tell us in advance that you have helped us do all the work."

Hawke blinked at Beckett: "Don't I want to surprise someone?"

Becket understood and turned his head to look at George, who was standing behind him, with his face darkened.

surprise?

Why didn't I see it?

However, the special police officers from Jersey City who followed in were not surprised at all. If so, they would be confused.

Who am I, where am I, what happened.

We come here, aren’t we going to welcome a fierce battle?

What about evil?

What about the battle?

George stared at Hawke with a dark face.

If nothing unexpected happens...

wrong.

There is no if, no accident.

This is what the big horse monkey in front of him made for him.

Hawke looked at the beginning of changing expression on George's face, and raised his glass again, inviting: "George, come on, to celebrate the successful end of my undercover operation, you should have a drink."

George took a deep breath, turned his head, and looked at the secret service behind him: "Take people up and down, search inside and out."

The SWAT nodded and turned around and left.

No matter what, although today's actions are indescribable, it is a good thing to be dead, and the enemy has not run away, so credit is definitely indispensable.

so……

Why do you think so much?

They are special police officers, relying on force, not on brains, and they have no injuries and credit. This is a great harvest for several special police officers.

soon.

The SWAT turned and left the office.

George looked at Beckett.

Beckett smiled, picked up another cup of Bourbon on the table, handed it to George, and gave George a step: "Hawke is right, the undercover operation is over, and it is a good thing after all."

Compared to the imagined fierce battle before coming, although the scene began to turn weird after coming, no matter what, the ending was good, which is enough.

George took the wine glass handed over by Beckett expressionlessly, frowned, and looked at Hawke sitting on the boss's chair.

“How?”

“It’s actually very simple.”

The wine glass in Hawke moved slightly, looking at him and asking him how he did all this, George raised his lips and said, "When you are an undercover agent and become a killer organization leader, you have everything in the organization, want to

It's not difficult to do this."

Said.

Hawke raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, and looked at George: "Oh, I forgot, you didn't have the experience of being an undercover agent, sorry, sorry, George."

George's mouth twitched.

Becket next to him laughed directly.

George instantly turned his gaze to Beckett.

Becket came back to his senses, looked at George's gaze, and blinked: "What's wrong, Hawke is right. The most powerful time you have been undercover, it seems that it was many years ago. The undercover agent was a speed party.

When you were online, what position did you come from, a gold medal thug?"

Hawke raised his eyebrows and looked at George.

George still has this experience?

Can't see it.

George's mouth twitched again.

"When did I become a gold medal thug?"

"What is that?"

"When I closed the net, I was obviously the personal bodyguard of the boss of the Speed ​​Party organization."

“…Is there any difference?”

Beckett was slightly stunned, listening to George's corrective words, and looked at Hawke: "Is there any difference?"

Hawke stood on Beckett's side this time, and looked at George, shook his head and said, "Let's talk about gold medal thugs in the future. At least it sounds much better than the personal bodyguards who serve people."

Beckett held the wine glass to Hawk, and there was a kind of heroic footsteps that he saw: "Congratulations, Hawk, you set the record of the fastest undercover cover in the NYPD ever, and at the same time, you also set the NYPD

Undercover achievements have been recorded.”

Hawke picked up the wine glass, volleyed with Beckett, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Thank you."

George was beside him, looking at the two people singing together, his face turned dark!

What kind of personal bodyguards who serve people?

Do you know how dangerous it is to be a police officer when he is undercover? And you know how difficult it is to go from a minion to a personal bodyguard to the organization boss in that violent gang.

Is it?

George thought in his heart, and he wanted to argue with the two guys who were singing along well.

but……

George watched Hawke, who had become a big shot in a killer organization in less than two weeks, and thought about it, but still couldn't speak his words.

What kind of broken killer organization is so casual to choose big shots? A newcomer who has just arrived less than two weeks ago can become their big shots?

If you say this, let alone the New York Police Department doesn't believe it, I guess the FBI will knock off its chin after hearing it.

never mind.

George took a deep breath, shook his head, and looked at Hawke: "Where is Sloan?"

Hawke was slightly stunned.

"who?"
To be continued...