Chapter 77 Showdown with George (Third update, please subscribe!!!)

George obviously didn't expect to get such an answer.

"Yeah?"

"certainly."

Hawke always had a shy smile on his face, as if his son-in-law had met his father-in-law for the first time. He nodded and said, "We often practice shooting at the shooting range at the Brooklyn Cemetery. Mr. Stacy should also like guns. Maybe this

We can go there together this week, and I believe the neighbors will be very happy to see a police detective joining us."

George raised his eyebrows.

For some reason, he suddenly had the illusion that "I discovered a flaw, but instead of surrendering, the enemy provoked me."

Is it an illusion?

George watched the smile on Hawke's face, trying to find the slightest flaw in Hawke's face by relying on his rich experience in the police industry for so many years.

even.

George had already begun to compare the Hawk in front of him with the few photos of the killer King in his mind.

do not know why.

Suddenly, George felt like he had found King.

height……

picture!

figure……

picture!

hairstyle……

picture!

clothing……

picture.

Face...

George was not sure. After all, King was wearing sunglasses when he appeared.

but……

George seemed to have thought of something and stood up. After a while, he rummaged around the TV in the living room, then walked over and handed the sunglasses in his hand to Hawke: "Take them with me to take a look."

Hawke was stunned for a moment and looked at George with a confused expression on his face.

Next to her, Gwen couldn't stand it anymore.

Get up.

Gwen snatched the sunglasses that Hawke just took over, glanced at her father George speechlessly, and then asked Helen for help outside the kitchen, who was packing her tail: "Mom, come here quickly

, Dad doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore.”

Helen heard Gwen's plea for help and walked from the kitchen to the dining room.

Enter the eyes.

Helen saw George standing in front of Hawke, and then saw the sunglasses in Gwen's hand. Although she didn't know what happened, she knew her husband George.

The kind that you know very well.

Helen stood on Gwen's side and looked at George speechlessly: "Why, did Detective Stacey find out that Hawke has no family, so he decided to target Hawke himself?"

The corner of George's mouth twitched: "I'm not..."

He just wanted Hawke to try wearing sunglasses.

Just try it.

That's all.

At most, if Hawke looks similar even after putting on sunglasses, then we can proceed to the next step, arrest, detention, interrogation...

Helen interrupted directly: "Detective Stacey, if you want to work, go to the police station. This is home. Moreover, I invited Hawke here today to thank Hawke for helping us in the past two weeks.

,do you understand?"

If he is really King, this is the guy who sent me to the hospital.

George really wanted to say this, but looking at Helen's stern gaze as she handed it over, he opened his mouth, and finally chose to follow his heart and nodded: "I understand."

Helen then smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, let's eat."

Gwen put the sunglasses directly into her pocket.

George, who returned to his seat, looked at the tiger who had also done so. George, like a monkey, did not dare to be the king.

but……

George looked at Hawke who had just said "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt to give it a try" across from him. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that Hawke, who was so handsome at first sight, looked more and more like the hateful King.

Especially when George saw Helen standing up, holding the dinner plate, and flattering Helen more and more, he felt even more disgusting.

"correct!"

When George's plan failed, he came up with another plan. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Where's my wine."

Said.

George stood up, walked to the door, his eyes lit up, he said "I found it", and then took out a bottle of cheap bourbon worth nine dollars a bottle from the bag he brought back.

Although this bottle of bourbon is very cheap, it also belongs to the Thunder brand.

When George left the Aldi supermarket chain, he bought a bottle of the same type of bourbon as the box of bourbon that Hawke bought during surveillance.

The next second.

George grabbed two wine glasses and walked over.

"Bourbon?"

Helen looked at the bourbon that George took out, frowned and said, "Don't you like drinking Scotch whiskey? When did you change your taste?"

Gwen and Hawke also looked up.

Hawke's heart moved, and he always felt that something was strange.

"Let's have a change of taste."

George laughed casually, then opened the bourbon and looked at Hawke: "Hoke, would you like a drink?"

Gwen was speechless: "Dad."

Helen also raised her eyebrows: "Hoke is only seventeen years old."

George chuckled and said nothing, but looked at Hawke: "I happened to go to the Aldi supermarket on the other side of the Jersey City Bridge today to investigate a case."

Said.

George pushed the poured glass of wine to the middle of the table, said nothing, and just looked at Hawke.

Hawke raised his eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, under the gaze of Gwen and Helen, he took the glass of bourbon that George had just pushed to the table: "Thank you."

Gwen looked at Hawke with wide eyes.

Helen also looked a little surprised.

mock up!

Fight with me!

I eat more salt than you eat rice.

There was a smile on George's face, like a monkey that had been slapped by a tiger and had won the game again at this moment.

Gwen was very surprised: "Hoke, do you drink?"

Although Helen didn't speak, she was still looking at Hawke, as if the next answer was related to Helen's future question of teaming up.

After all, drinking underage is not good after all.

And according to surveys, 90% of domestic violence incidents in the federal territory are related to alcoholism.

Hawke seemed to have reacted from the shock on his face after someone discovered his secret, and looked at Gwen with a somewhat unnatural expression: "I only drink when I'm stressed."

This is also true.

Murder is inherently a very stressful job. Every time after the work is completed, Hawke will use alcohol to relieve his stress.

Gwen frowned: "You're under a lot of pressure, why are you so stressed? You just..."

Speaking of which.

Gwen stopped talking, as if she had thought of something.

The next second.
To be continued...