Chapter 30 As long as the money is available, I will kill God too (please recommend!!)

A grunt!

This is the sound of swallowing saliva.

Alex Veranque, who was just about to jump up and asked angrily why he couldn't cancel the order, faced Hawke with the double blessing of a Beretta with a silencer and a 'corpse' lying on the table.

Those cold, expressionless eyes couldn't help but swallow.

anger?

What anger.

It doesn't exist at all.

Hawke didn't care at all about Alex Veranque's psychological fluctuations. With a move of his right hand, Beretta pushed the latter's head directly.

"Inspect the goods, make payment, thank you!"

"..."

Alex Vilank twitched the corners of his mouth.

Does this really need to be inspected?

People died right under my nose, what else do I need to inspect?

damn it.

If this gets serious, Uncle Fury will kill me.

Alex Vilank looked at the 'corpse' lying on the table with his peripheral vision, speechless in his heart, but facing Hawke's cold gaze, he still did as he was told, grabbed his mobile phone and made a call.

After a few rings.

The call is connected.

"it's me."

Alex Vilank took a deep breath: "Three one two eight, confirmed, closed!"

The female voice came from the other end of the phone: "3128, confirm the cover sheet, please tell me the key password."

Alex Veranque looked up at Hawke, who was still pointing his Beretta at him, and told the other end of the phone the password he had set when he placed the order.

"Okay, sir, the success has been confirmed. I look forward to your next visit. Regarding this time, how much praise do you plan to give to the staff who serve you? One is the lowest and ten is the best. First..."

"..."

Also good reviews?

Thumbs up.

Alex Vilank hung up the phone directly, threw away the phone, looked at Hawke who was still holding the gun against him, and said with a gloomy face: "Okay!"

Hawke was unmoved.

at this time.

The phone in Hawke's arms rang.

Ekaterina's.

"explain."

"The account has arrived."

"Transfer to my overseas bank account."

"……Now?"

"right."

"good."

Hawk hung up the phone and glanced at George Stacey, who was lying on the interrogation table, seemingly lifeless.

If this method cannot be regarded as hard-earned money, then I'm sorry.

A strange light flashed in Hawk's eyes.

Although because of Gwen, Hawke chose to use the tactic of suspended animation this time, but what if there is no way to get his hard-earned money back?

That……

Just when Hawke was thinking this, Ekaterina called again.

"nailed it."

"good."

Hawke responded, and then called out the plug-in in his heart: "Plug-in, I, debit,"

【Ding!】

[Income of hard-earned money: 100W]

[Current progress: "456W/1E"]

"..."

one million?

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "I must have calculated it wrong."

Yekaterina smiled and said: "My calculation is correct. I didn't expect such a situation to happen with this order, so I only drew 200,000. When will I come back."

"immediately!"

"good."

Hawke smiled and hung up the phone.

Alex Veranque, who did not dare to move under the muzzle of the silver Beretta, heard this and looked at Hawke who put away his mobile phone. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "How is it?

The account has arrived."

Hawke stared at Alex Vilank expressionlessly, and then nodded: "The money has been paid, happy cooperation."

Alex Vilank breathed a heavy sigh of relief this time, and then stood up: "How do we get out."

"go out?"

Hawke laughed.

One yard owned by a yard.

Public affairs must be public affairs, and private affairs must be facts. This is what Hawke said and he did it.

From a business perspective, Alex Veranque is the customer and God.

But from a personal matter?

You must be the one who places the order for Gwen Life.

Ah.

go out?

go home?

Right.

Going to hell is also a return home in a sense.

Alex Vilank looked at the smiling Hawke with a look of surprise on his face: "Money, yes, money, send me out and I'll give you another million."

Although he could stay here and wait for his lawyer to negotiate a deal with the new prosecutor.

but……

He was dead. In order not to be beaten up by his Uncle Fury, Alex Vilank felt that he should run back to his hometown first. Once there, Uncle Fury would probably not beat him up for the sake of his sister.

So powerful.

Um.

Yes, go home first and find your sister.

Alex Vilank thought in his mind.

money.

Another million.

Hawke raised his eyebrows and pressed down Beretta who was about to raise his right hand. He was silent for a while and looked at Alex Veranque.

"three million."

"……What?"

Alex Veranque looked at Hawke who directly raised the price by two million, and his mouth grew wide.

Hawke's face was expressionless: "One million and two hundred thousand, that is the price of the assassination, and three million, the price of sending you back to your hometown. Creation is always harder than destruction, so I want to collect the three million to send you back to your hometown first."
To be continued...