Chapter 100 The captured Zack Staney (please subscribe!)

When George returned to the car, his face suddenly turned dark and ugly.

Indescribably ugly.

Beckett prevented George from driving the car and accidentally causing an accident. After thinking about it, he asked George to sit in the passenger seat, got into the driver's seat, and then slowly drove away the Ford car under him.

Already.

George, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a dark face and twinkling eyes.

quite a while.

"asshole!"

"..."

Beckett looked at George who suddenly uttered a curse word, and was silent for a moment before saying, "We have no evidence."

Even at this moment, Beckett is sure that Hawke is King, so what can he do?

Just like what Hawke said confidently just now.

They don't have any evidence.

wrong.

They have evidence in hand.

There is evidence that Hawke is not King. They have surveillance cameras that show that King's appearance and Hawke's appearance cannot be said to be exactly the same, but they can also be said to be worlds apart.

George clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "Any criminal will leave loopholes, and he is no exception. I will definitely find his loopholes and catch him, I swear."

Beckett opened his mouth.

He wanted to speak but stopped.

George glanced at Beckett.

"What's wrong?"

"Well……"

Beckett thought for a while, glanced at George sitting in the passenger seat, shrugged and said, "Actually, if he hadn't been trying to save Gwen, we wouldn't even have any clues."

George: "..."

When did the killer King enter the New York Police Department's sight?

Butcher's Night.

In order to save Gwen, King appeared and saved Gwen.

so……

If Hawke left any loopholes, then there is no doubt that it was this loophole that saved Gwen.

George's heart moved.

The next second.

George thought about the scene of Hawke mocking his shamelessness in front of his face, his face darkened again, and he completely rejected an idea in his mind.

Even without my daughter, I can catch you!

George clenched his fists.

"actually……"

Beckett caught the expression on George's face and said again hesitantly: "We can think of the good things about this matter."

George came back to his senses and looked at Beckett.

"Think about the benefits? What do you think?"

"He really cared about Gwen."

"..."

George's eyebrows were beating. Hearing these words, he looked at his partner with an inexplicable look: "Kate, are you speaking for him?"

What kind of good idea is this?

"besides……"

George said in a deep voice: "Didn't you listen to what this guy said just now? He said that I was taking advantage of Gwen. Damn it, he was the one who deliberately approached Gwen. He scolded me for being shameless. It was obviously him who was shameless. Moreover, he pointed out

You scolded me, what do you mean, do you really want me to take advantage of Gwen?"

God testifies.

When did he, George Stacey, suffer such great injustice?

How could Gwen let his daughter take risks before the baby was born? If there was danger, George would rather sacrifice himself than let his daughter take any risks.

But just now...

When George thought of Hawke pointing at his nose and scolding him, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all ached.

asshole!

"I didn't say that."

Beckett shook his head quickly, indicating that he had no intention of using Gwen at all, and said to George: "I mean, think on the bright side, at least, he cares about Gwen, doesn't he?"

George looked at Beckett and felt dumbfounded after hearing these words.

Then……

George laughed angrily.

"Hehe, hehe."

"..."

Beckett looked at George, who was laughing out loud, and fell silent. He considered whether to change the route and go to New Amsterdam Hospital first to let the doctor take a look at George.

George sneered again and again: "Listen to what you said, I should still thank him? I also want to thank him, thank him for caring about my daughter. I really want to kill him with a shot."

As long as he is not a good policeman who sticks to his principles.

If it were any policeman, he would have shot him with one bullet, so there is no need to talk so much nonsense.

At this time, George couldn't help but hate himself. Why would he stick to his principles so much? Wouldn't it be nice to be a bad detective?

Beckett shook his head and said: "I mean, at least, we can be sure that he doesn't have any other thoughts about Gwen. This is good news, isn't it?"

George opened his mouth but said nothing.

Although he hated to admit this, he had to say that Beckett was right.

George can tell Gwen that Hawke is the King.

but……

Will Gwen believe it?

At the very least, if Gwen asks him to come up with evidence, he won't be able to come up with any evidence. George has already tried it. Whenever he feels that he has found a loophole, Hawke will always explain it with unreasonable but legal coincidences.

past.

Just wait for me and I will definitely catch your loophole.

I swear.

George took a deep breath, seemed to have listened to Beckett's words, and nodded: "You're right."

Seeing that George seemed to have turned a corner, Beckett couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Then, what are we going to do next?"

Anyone who makes decisions when angry is irrational.

So Beckett really needs George to regain his senses, especially now that they have a case on hand.

"Go back to the bureau!"

"Um?"

Under Beckett's gaze, George took out the USB flash drive that Jarrick Stani had thrown out when he was kidnapped by King from his pocket: "Reject this case first."

The killer King, maybe he doesn't have any evidence to arrest him right now.

but……

Who hired the killer King to kill Jarik Stani? George believes that the answer may be found in the USB flash drive in his hand.

Beckett glanced at the USB flash drive in George's hand, and the next second, he kicked the accelerator and took George directly towards the location of the 12th Precinct.

the next day.

Hawke was wearing pajamas, standing at the door of his home, sipping the coffee in his hand.

Next door neighbor John also wears pajamas and coffee.

Like a master, like a disciple, this saying is true.
To be continued...