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Hawke's words came out.

Sam, who looked like Hathor, the goddess of love and beauty in Egyptian mythology, was stunned.

She is a foreigner.

And they are illegally stranded foreigners.

Like other foreigners who were illegally stranded on federal lands, Sam thought the Federation was paradise before coming, and, for the sake of her son's illness, she came to the Federation.

But the Federation may be a paradise, but it is definitely not their paradise.

Her education is not recognized by the federal government, and her major is not accepted by the federal government. Therefore, in order to allow her son to receive medical treatment in the federal government, Sam chose to join the cleaner company opened by Catherine specifically for these illegal workers, and became a cleaner.

Later, after Caterina learned about Sam's education, she also helped Caterina deal with several internal medical incidents within the company.

So, although Sam was still a cleaner, he also received a subsidy from the medical staff of the Ekaterina Cleaner Company.

but……

This money is far from enough.

And now?

Hundreds of thousands of dollars?

Sam looked at the handsome man in front of him who was wearing sunglasses but leaking, and felt the ease that Hawk said that he was as relaxed as saying a hundred thousand dollars, as if he was talking about a cent, and he hesitated.

A 100,000 USD is as simple as a sneeze for Hawk.

But for Sam, relying on his current salary and subsidies, it takes at least six years to not eat or drink.

so!

Sam's eyes fell on the woman who looked like she was asleep in the coffin, opened her mouth, and then looked at Hawk: "Twelve hours."

Hawke raised his eyebrows: "Twelve hours, I can..."

Sam interrupted directly: "But I need complete equipment, if you mean an autopsy report that stands scrutiny and is scientifically compatible."

Hawke smiled.

Sam didn't laugh.

Next second.

Hawke nodded: "Yes, what equipment do you need."

Sam didn't even think about it. After all, her major was a doctor, and she almost told Hawke the name of the device she could think of needed.

Hawke turned his head to look at Ekaterina.

“How long does it take for these devices to get here?”

"Here?Three hours?"

"Give it to her."

"good."

Ekaterina nodded and asked Sam to reiterate the names of the equipment and instruments they needed, then took out the phone and walked out of the warehouse.

Sam looked at Ekaterina walking towards the warehouse door in a little surprised.

Although Sam was only concerned about his son's condition after coming to the Federation, he was not completely deaf of the matter outside the window.

She still heard about their boss, namely Catherine.

A queen bee.

And now, the Queen Bee in their legend actually respects the handsome man in front of her so much?

Is this man the real boss?

Sam thought in his heart.

Just then.

Catherine returned to the warehouse, looked at Hawk, nodded and said, "Do you have cash or swipe your card?"

She is a killer agent, not a nanny, nor a commission.

This money...

It's definitely not her.

If Elizabeth Dane lying inside the coffin was her mother-in-law, she would still say, but unfortunately, she is not.

Um.

Not at present.

"I owe it first."

"What?"

Hawke looked at Ekaterina with a expressionless face, and said the softest words with the hardest expression: "The cash flow is not very abundant, and you should be rich when the dividends of several companies come out."

The 20 million that Osborn earned was used to pay back to Ekaterina.

and……

Theoretically, Hawk still owes Caterina the 20 million commission. After all, the killer agent needs to be paid.

But Catherine didn't care about this.

Although Hawke made a fortune from the Destiny Organization, in order to transfer those assets to him, his working capital was used to do these things, and he even borrowed a large amount of money from Alice Karen.

so……

Hawke has no money at the moment. If he hadn't had a credit card with a high credit limit, he would probably not be able to even afford to pay for gas.

Yekaterina seemed not surprised at all and looked at Hawke with a smile: "It's okay, you can return it to me without cash."

Hawke's eyebrows beat a little.

Next second.

Hawke directly changed the topic and looked at Sam next to him: "So, three hours, plus twelve hours, you have fifteen hours, and tomorrow before seven o'clock, I need to get a scientific result, okay, Ms. Sam?"

Ms. Sam came back to her senses, and listened to Hawke's words, although it was an inquiry, but it was full of unquestionable words. She thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."

Hawke nodded and turned around and walked out of the warehouse.

"Wait a moment."

"Is there anything else, Ms. Sam?"

Hawke turned around and looked at Ms. Sam who called him out.

Sam opened his mouth and looked at Hawke: "I'm going back first and let my friend take care of my son tonight."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

Sam quickly said, "Don't worry, three hours are enough. I will come back before the equipment arrives here."

Hawke smiled slightly: "I asked you to come and help, Ms. Sam, you can go anywhere you want, or even if you need to use any equipment you come here later, I don't care."

Sam's expression froze.

Hawke smiled again and left the warehouse behind him with Katerina.

Get in the car.

Buzz!

The red Audi A8 roared.

Ekaterina, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Hawk who drove out of the factory: "You know Sam was going to do other things with the equipment you bought."

Hawk looked at Ekaterina.

"I have no idea."

"and you……"

"Please, I've received an invitation from Columbia University."

"so what?"

"I'm not a fool."

Hawke laughed: "Although I don't know much about forensics, I also know that it doesn't seem to be a genetic testing device for dissection or something."

Yekaterina smiled and said, "Then do you agree?"

Hawke shrugged: "Because it's nothing to me, it's just a device to me, but for her, maybe not, as long as she can give me the result, what the process is, I never care about it, I only care about the result."

One sentence.

I bought more than a dozen devices, and Hawke didn't care about adding one more.

Anyway, if you use it up, you can sell it to a poor hospital in Queens. The worst thing can be donated in the name of Lorna, and find a few newspapers to report it and make a good reputation.
To be continued...