evidence.

Catch the traitor and see the couple, and take the thief and get the stolen goods.

Although George said so much, his reasoning seemed to make some sense.

but……

No evidence.

Although George's words were conclusive and he seemed to be sure that Hawke was the King, he did not have any evidence to prove that Hawke was the so-called King.

and.

"Sorry, George, I don't like your interrogating tone, so..."

Hawke reported the address to the driver, then shrugged towards George outside the car window, and said with a look like "I'm young, but I have a lot of experience": "My life experience tells me that when facing the police,

, you can’t follow them. If you want a scapegoat, I can be King, but if you really think I am King, you need evidence. Good night, George."

Finished.

Hawke nodded towards the driver sitting beside him.

The next second.

The driver, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, finally saw the light of day to open this order. His spirits were shaken, and he was instantly pulled out of his drowsy state. He stepped on the accelerator and stepped on it directly.

moment.

The yellow taxi drove Hawke away from George's sight. As far as he could see, the entrance to the parking lot was empty and somewhat dim, leaving only George standing there alone.

quite a while.

George shifted his gaze back from the direction of the disappearing taxi.

Do you have evidence to prove that I am King?

George recalled the first words Hawke said to him after getting in the car, and narrowed his eyes.

In George's mind, this was already a confession.

As for the second sentence that Hawke added later?

hehe.

George defined it as the first flaw revealed by Hawke tonight, and also the first lie.

but……

He has no evidence to prove this.

George raised his head again, looked in the direction where Hawke left in the taxi, and took a deep breath.

"Buzz!"

In a yellow taxi driving on the street at a normal speed of 65 miles per hour, the driver of the car let out a groan and turned to look at Hawke sitting in the back seat, looking for a topic like a qualified veteran driver: "

I thought the police detective just wanted to take you back, what happened?"

Hawke laughed, and then thought seriously: "I'm in love with his daughter?"

The driver's expression became clear instantly.

"No wonder, man, I'm not telling you, you can fall in love with anyone, but don't fall in love with someone whose father is a police detective. Believe me, I have this..."

"I also tried to kill him."

"..."

The driver's expression changed: "No, it's true, man, are you kidding me."

Hawke shook his head seriously: "No, what I said is true. Some time ago, I broke into the 12th Precinct and shot him and another person, but I used a special tetrodotoxin bullet.

With."

The driver retracted his hands and subconsciously moved his right hand towards the seat under him.

"Kacha!"

"do not move!"

Hawke pulled out the Beretta pistol from his back almost as soon as he finished speaking. He raised the Beretta pistol that he had just taken out of his car and pressed it against the driver's temple. He narrowed his eyes.

: "Keep driving."

The driver hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out his right hand that had just been raised under the seat. In his hand, a small and easy-to-conceal women's pistol appeared in Hawke's sight.

"Ah!"

Hawke grabbed the small lady's pistol with his left hand, sneered and shook his head. Then, he pressed the driver's shoulder with his left hand, and pressed the Beretta on the driver's temple with his right hand: "Do you know how you were exposed?

?”

The driver said nothing.

"In New York City, any normal driver would have chosen to leave long ago when he saw that he had to wait for a passenger, especially if the wait was as long as just now, and he would even curse before leaving."

Hawke smiled, then looked through the rearview mirror at the driver who thought he was well disguised, but was full of flaws. He couldn't help but shook his head: "Are you new to this business?"

The driver was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice that was frightened: "It's been half a year."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

"How many orders have you taken?"

"This is the second time."

"Yeah?"

Hawke laughed and began to slowly pull the trigger of the Beretta in his right hand, seemingly not caring at all about the consequences of the vehicle rolling over after firing.

But the driver was very concerned about his own outcome after shooting.

"OK, OK!"

The driver shouted loudly: "This is the tenth time, but this is indeed the second time I have acted independently."

Hawke smiled: "Then you are very unlucky."

In the world of killers, there are not many killers who take orders directly without experiencing success.

There are many such killers.

For example, some killers who come out of some assembly line model killer factories can at most be simply trained to shoot and collect intelligence information, and then throw the killers out to take orders to create profits for them.

Even if this type of killer dies, it will not delay their work. Anyway, the cost investment is not much, the cost will be recouped in one order, and the profit will be earned in two orders.

But this killer disguised as a driver?

Although in Hawke's view, the driver's disguise was full of flaws.

But Hawke has received professional training. At the very least, Hawke knew that this guy was a killer in disguise before he even got in the car, but George didn't notice it at all.

So from this point of view, this killer does not look like it was produced in an assembly line killer factory. Since it is not an assembly line model, then naturally, a killer trained according to the traditional method does not look like it was produced in half a year.

It's okay to start a business, let alone this is his second order.

"What is the mission content?"

"I do not know……"

"boom!"

"ah!"

A yellow taxi suddenly started drifting left and right on the street. At the same time, a scream seemed to come from inside the car.

The driver's forehead was wrinkled and he was covering his bleeding right thigh, but his other hand was still trying hard to control the steering wheel. Well, from this point of view, his disguise was not without merit.

At least he is very dedicated, but he just chose the wrong person.

If his target was George tonight, it was obvious that he had succeeded at this moment, and George's body had probably been thrown into the Hudson Valley where the bones were strewn.

"Your mission content."

Hawke pointed the still smoking muzzle at the driver's temple again and said with a smile: "This is the last warning. You can continue to be tough. I don't need to know the content of your mission, but you must

You will die, do you want to take a gamble?"

Driver Killer: "..."
Chapter completed!