Chapter 28 This is not about money (please recommend!!)

"alright."

"Thanks."

"No, I don't quite understand. He finally agreed to increase the money."

"It's not about money."

"what is that."

"Credit."

"??The employer's cancellation has nothing to do with your credit."

"There are relationships."

Hawke, who was sitting on a bench, wearing a police uniform, a hat and a mustache, took a sip of the coffee in his hand and looked at Yeka on the other end of the phone with a serious expression.

Telina said: "He can be unkind, but I can't be unjust."

Ekaterina was silent.

These words...

Why does it sound weird?

Hawke smiled faintly and finally said: "Okay, I will complete this order first. Remember, let me know when the payment is received. The New York Police Department should set out to find you."

Yekaterina came back to her senses: "Okay, if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. Just pay attention to your own safety and hang up."

"Um."

The phone hangs up.

Hawke stared at the crowd of police cars rushing out of the parking lot of the police station opposite. He put away his cell phone expressionlessly and took another sip of the coffee in his cup.

The coffee is indeed not as delicious as bourbon.

but……

Drinking during working hours is a bit awkward.

Hawke looked down at the coffee in his hand, shook his head, stood up, threw the finished coffee cup into the trash can nearby, then pressed his hat, then raised his feet towards the New York Police Department across the street.

Walk to the 12th Precinct.

Fortunately, it's just a branch, not the New York Police Department headquarters, otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome.

Hawke thought so in his mind.

cancel order?

Ah.

Does this mean you can cancel it just by canceling it?

Customer is god?

God cannot do whatever he wants in front of me.

Hard-earned money.

Hard-earned money.

It's either your own sweat or the blood of others. This kind of talent is called hard-earned money. If there is no sweat and no blood, can it be called hard-earned money?

Cancel.

funny!

Although Hawke is also happy to let this Alex Veranque pay double the price, but what if the dog cheat determines that the double money is not hard-earned money?

Money that is not hard-earned money, no matter how much it is, is meaningless to Hawke.

Hawke is not greedy. What if he loses a lot because of a small thing? He can obviously earn a stable income of 1.2 million in hard-earned money, but ends up losing everything because of his greed for comfort.

so……

Sorry.

Hawke raised his right foot, pressed the brim of his hat, stepped in, and entered the 21st Precinct of the New York Police Department in front of him.

Whether it is the current 21st Precinct or other branches of the New York Police Department in New York City, their basic structures are similar. The first floor is similar to a reception hall, the second floor is the Crime Squad office, and the third floor is organized crime.

Offices, the fourth and fifth floors are the so-called administrative offices.

Alex Vilank's case is a serious one, so the interrogation room and so on are naturally on the second floor.

"Huh."

After Hawke walked into the elevator, a white Irish man in plain clothes with his head lowered and holding a stack of information first glanced at the second floor, which had already been lit, and then glanced at Hawke in the elevator: "New guy.

?”

Hawke said with a smile: "I came from the 32nd Precinct. I heard there is a shortage of manpower here."

The Irish-American police detective is Kevin Ryan, the partner of Detective Kate Beckett from the homicide unit on the second floor.

Kevin Ryan listened to Hawke's very calm words, nodded, then shook his head and reached out towards Hawke: "Kevin Ryan, thank you for your hard work, man."

Hawke glanced at the handed right hand and reached out to shake it without any surprise: "I hope I can catch this guy soon."

Talking room.

The two shake hands.

Kevin Ryan felt something like sticky glue on his palms, which felt weird. When he was about to think about it, he heard Hawke's words and interrupted his thoughts. He smiled and said: "Don't worry.

Well, we can definitely catch this guy."

After learning that prosecutors and detectives were offered bounties for their killers, the entire New York Police Department became furious.

This is not the case.

Not long ago, after George Stacey thought of a way to first pretend to be a snake with Alex Vilank, and then tried to find a way to locate the guy who placed the order, police officers from other New York City police departments volunteered to go to the Second

The 11th Precinct came to support.

This also gave Hawke an opportunity to take advantage of.

Otherwise, in normal times, the major branches basically don't move around. If a police officer with an unfamiliar face comes randomly, he will probably check it carefully.

How can it be as easy as today? You can put on a police uniform and go to the crime squad on the second floor in a dignified manner.

soon.

Arrive at the second floor.

Kevin Ryan looked at the opening elevator and said to Hawke next to him without any suspicion: "Man, I'm busy now. Thank you very much. If you have any business in the 21st Precinct, you can contact me in the future."

"OK."

Hawke walked out of the elevator with a smile on his face. He looked at Kevin Ryan, who was waving away and calling Beckett to a woman in plainclothes not far away, and then ran away. He withdrew his gaze and thought about it for a moment.

When she was on the phone with Ekaterina just now, the other party told her the location of the signal and walked straight towards the location of the interrogation room.

Using phone positioning signals is a double-edged sword.

It's like an abyss.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.

The interrogation room and the detention room are on the same corridor. After passing through the hall on the second floor and turning right, you can see the corridor separated by iron railings.

On the other side of the iron railing, there was a uniformed police officer sitting on a chair.

The uniformed policeman looked at Hawke, who was nodding and passing by the uniformed policeman he had just replaced not far away. He raised his head, smiled and extended his hand to greet him. Due to instinct and the reason of being in uniform, he did not have any vigilance.

He stood up and greeted Hawke with a smile on his face: "Man, do..."

The words have not yet been spoken.

A hissing sound.

The uniformed police officer felt his eyes blur, then his neck hurt, and then his consciousness was instantly emptied.

The next second.

As if meeting an old friend, Hawke laughed and hugged the uniformed police officer who had fainted from the injection. Then he shook his right hand and removed the key from the uniformed policeman's waist. Then he turned his head and glanced behind him.

He quickly rearranged the unconscious uniformed police officer on his seat.

Not long after.

Hawke looked at the uniformed police officer in front of him, who had his head lowered and his chin supported with his hands as if he was napping, and nodded secretly.

He is a killer, but he never kills anyone other than his target.

One sentence.

No one can take his labor for free.

The next second.

Hawke glanced at the time on his watch, set the time to a ten-minute countdown, then opened the iron bars and walked in.

A ticking sound.

On the watch, the ten-minute countdown officially starts.

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Chapter completed!