Chapter 62: The CIA (please recommend!)

People who do terrible things are just terrible people!

People who do bad things are bad people!

After Hawke drove the car to the garage and parked it, turned off the engine, and was about to get out of the car, he recalled in his mind what Gwen had said very seriously just now while driving.

Right.

The three views are very correct.

If the policeman's daughter thinks that the murderer is a good person, then there will be a big problem.

Hawke nodded involuntarily, thinking this in his mind.

Click!

After returning to the living room, Hawke opened the weapons arsenal placed in the baking box, took out the Beretta from his waist, took it apart very lightly, dipped a towel in gun oil, and wiped the parts one by one.

After a while, he reassembled it and put it back in the weapons warehouse.

at this time.

"Boom!"

"..."

Hawke raised his head and looked at the door that was knocked. He paused slightly as he was about to close the weapons arsenal.

"Hawk, me!"

"John?"

Hawke raised his eyebrows, pushed the arsenal into the baking box, and said towards the door: "Here it comes."

The door opens.

Hawke looked at John standing at the door and asked curiously: "Going off work early?"

John rolled his eyes, passed by Hawke, and walked into the living room.

work?

His job is just a fake job to hide his true identity. Just like Hawke, he uses students to disguise the fact that he is a killer.

After John started schooling at Hawke, when he heard that Hawke was still planning to continue school, he was stunned at first, and then when he thought about it, he couldn't help but be shocked and admired by Hawke's choice.

After all, who would have thought that a high school student in New York City would be a killer secretly.

This disguise is so genius.

John felt annoyed at that time and patted his thigh. After he joined the killer industry, he couldn't wait to drop out of school the next day.

Thinking about it now, my choice at that time was too impulsive.

Hawke looked at John who walked directly into the house and smiled helplessly. After closing the door, he looked at John who was sitting on the high stool at the bar and said, "Would you like Scotland or Bourbon?"

John laughed.

"I want Scotch whiskey, do you have it?"

"No."

Hawke opened the wine cabinet, took out half of the Thunder Bourbon from it, and said honestly: "I only have bourbon here."

"Then you still ask me."

"Just asking out of boredom, don't take it seriously."

After Hawke finished speaking, he laughed loudly, rummaged through and found two wine glasses, then opened the bourbon in his hand and poured a glass for John opposite.

John took a sip.

Still can't get used to drinking.

Compared to the coconut flavor of bourbon, John prefers the peat flavor of Scotch whiskey.

but……

He didn't come here to drink.

"Um."

After John swallowed his drink, he looked at Hawke who was standing behind the bar: "Did school go well today?"

Hawke glanced up at John.

"There was a little hiccup, but it's okay!"

"Can you understand the lesson?"

"..."

Hawke took a sip of the bourbon in his hand: "Don't worry, there is no surveillance at home, and Lorna hasn't finished school yet. Stop talking nonsense, how come you suddenly care about my mission this time?"

Although John is his leader on the road to being a killer.

But after he left the army, he and John basically parted ways.

He didn't ask about the content of John's mission.

same.

John never inquired about the content of Hawke's mission.

This is a business rule.

Unless one of them asks for help, for example, last time, the tetrodotoxin Hawk wanted was obtained by asking John for help.

John chuckled. Seeing what Hawke said, he didn't bother to talk about some slang words he thought up on the spur of the moment.

"I watched the news."

"Is this the reason why you leave work early?"

"Do you know who you killed this time?"

"who?"

Hawke's heart moved and he asked back, looking at John: "Do you know who my target is this time? The news is on it?"

Does John also know about SHIELD?

its not right.

Hawke didn't believe it anyway. At the very least, during the time he served as John's apprentice, there was no evidence that John had any direct or indirect contact with SHIELD.

"I have no idea."

"...Then why do you know each other so well?"

Hawke looked a little speechless.

John shook his head and said, "But, when I was at work today, I heard a piece of news from Colombia."

"Um?"

"The news came from Colombia. It is said that the largest illegal drug trafficker in Colombia has reached a deal with a federal law enforcement agency. Someone saw that the goods he had taken away before were intact from a plane without any

It was pulled off the plane again."

John said in a deep voice, looking at Hawke: "It is said that he reached a deal with a federal agency to help that agency place an order to catch a killer. If I guess correctly, your employer for this order is

That Colombian lawyer?"

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

nod.

"That's right, CIA, your news seems to be a little behind, John, otherwise, as for me, I would be on Route 32 today..."

"Not the CIA!"

"Um?"

John said solemnly: "If it was the CIA, I would not use an agency to replace it. It is said that after the guy got his goods back, he bragged to a call girl at the party and came to him this time.

The organization he cooperated with was an organization that was more mysterious and terrifying than the CIA. Although the group of people who found him also called themselves CIA, he could make such a big business. He could tell who was a CIA agent at a glance.

Out."

Hawke smiled and said: "Then he was also given ten tons of goods by the CIA?"

John laughed too.

"This guy didn't expect that the last time he hooked up with a male favorite was a CIA agent, nor did he expect that the CIA would spend so much money this time. According to what he said, he almost raped the CIA who was disguised as a male favorite in bed.

The agents are having a hard time."

"..."

Hawke didn't expect such a thing to come out. He was silent for a while, moved the corners of his mouth, and could only say "That's awesome."

These days, it's not enough for the CIA to play beauty tricks, it also plays a trick of adding men to men.
To be continued...