Chapter 133: A rare fight in life (please subscribe!!)

"You know, the New York Police Department's scholarship comes from our pension, right?"

"I know."

"Then you also know that our scholarships are for those orphans, right?"

"Am I not?"

"..."

George looked at Hawke and was stunned.

Yes.

Hawke is indeed an orphan.

but……

That's not what the three million in your bank account says.

At the very least, if you look all over the world, there probably won't be an orphan who can, at Hawke's age, start from scratch and build such a huge family fortune just by himself, and even support a younger sister.

Regardless of where Hawke's money comes from, just talking about this, George must admit that Hawke is much better than his peers.

But, I chose the wrong path.

George thought in his mind, shook his head, and said seriously: "You do not meet the criteria for the New York Police Department scholarship, and you are not short of a little money."

Hawke did not give up: "At the very least, having a scholarship from the New York Police Department can prove to some extent that I am an excellent and good person, and having the endorsement of the New York Police Department will be very helpful for me in college next year."

Listening to Hawke's serious words, George's mouth finally couldn't help but twitch.

you?

Good people.

When you kill someone, why don't you think about being a good person?

Moreover, it's not like I didn't give you a chance. As long as you stop, I'll forget about it and treat you as Hawke, not King, but you refused.

George shook his head and unilaterally stopped continuing on this topic.

Seeing this, Hawke sighed: "Okay, if you don't give me a scholarship, I won't give it to you. Then you can tell me the time and route you will escort Zack Stannie to Rikers Island Prison tomorrow. It's okay.

Bar."

Said.

Hawke had a helpless, "Forget it, I'll take a step back" expression, spread his hands, and looked at George with an expression like, "That's okay."

George couldn't help but close his eyes.

In each of these three rooftop conversations, there was always a moment when George regretted why he wanted to know that Hawke was King.

The kind that clearly knows what Hawke is planning, and you can even guess what he wants to do next, but you have no way to intervene.

This feeling is quite powerless.

Just like when you go fishing and watch swarms of fish swimming in the water, but they just don't bite your hook, this feeling has the same purpose.

but……

After George reopened his eyes, he nodded, looked at Hawke, and said, "Okay, at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Zack Stany will take the SWAT explosion-proof vehicle from the underground garage of the police station and pass through Hofton Street.

Illidan Avenue, and Seventh Street, to Rikers Island Prison."

Hawke raised his eyebrows, looked at George, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "George, do I look like a fool?"

George looked serious and said very pertinently: "If you are a fool, then 90% of the people in this world will not be as good as fools."

There was no way a fool could let this old police detective find out any clues about his crime, and could only watch helplessly as he dragged his daughter around in sight.

In George's mind, Hawke is by no means a fool, but a monkey, and a devilish monkey.

"Then do you need to tell lies?"

Hawke chuckled: "However, I must admit that you are very good at lying. George, I almost thought you were telling the truth."

George's face was expressionless: "After all, my ability to lie is not as good as yours."

"I?"

Hawke smiled and looked at George: "I never tell lies."

George sneered.

Hawke shook his head and looked at George with a serious expression: "If you don't believe me, then you can think about it. I never told you that I am not the King."

George frowned.

He remembered the scene in which he questioned Hawke face to face several times before.

It seems, it seems, indeed, that Hawke has never answered this question directly. Every time, he is asked directly and asked to provide evidence.

Hawke looked at the expression on George's face and spread his hands: "Look, I am quite honest with you. Just like you asked me if King had any thoughts on fifty million, I told you truthfully. I

I think King has a lot of ideas for these 50 million. No matter how you escort these 50 million tomorrow, King is bound to get these 50 million. Moreover, King knows how to kill people, and dares to kill people, especially if he stops him from taking it.

Fifty million people walking these roads, no matter whether it’s you, Detective George Stacey!”

George made a swish sound and looked up at Hawke.

Hawke also looked at George.

Eye to eye!

It's like a spark was produced in the collision.

This is Hawke's last reminder to George.

If George dares to stand in his way tomorrow when he takes away fifty million, then I'll be sorry.

At worst, I will beg Gwen for forgiveness afterwards.

Hawke heard a saying.

It is much easier to ask for forgiveness afterwards than to ask for permission beforehand.

but……

I still hope you won't be a stumbling block in my way tomorrow, George.

Hawke's eyes were fixed on George, as if conveying these words to George.

George also looked at Hawke, feeling the murderous aura rushing out of Hawke. For a moment, he seemed to see a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

but!

"I'm a police detective!"

"NYPD!"

"Crime, Detective George Stacey!"

George took a deep breath, looked at Hawke, and said word by word, clarifying his position: "In the face of danger, I will never choose to retreat, I will only step forward. Tens of thousands of New York Police Department police officers

This is true for agents, and even more so for agents from the Department of Homeland Security. As long as King dares to show up tomorrow, I can guarantee that it will be him who is caught!"

"..."

Hawke retracted his gaze, laughed, threw away the burned cigarette butt in his hand, and shrugged: "Hey, George, I am very law-abiding. I am on your side. What you said should be said to

King listens, not me. I believe you will find evidence of King's crime."

George also looked away and smiled: "Thank you, I hope that day will come soon."

Hawke laughed.

A moment.

It seemed as if the tense atmosphere just now disappeared.

Hawke looked at the time on his watch.

"Let's go."

"good."

George nodded, and before turning around to leave the rooftop together, he seemed to have thought of something: "You should ask for leave tomorrow."

Hawke paused and looked at George.

George touched his chin and looked at Hawke thoughtfully: "It's strange. You look very healthy tonight. You can't get up tomorrow and find yourself sick."

Hawke laughed.

"No? Who knows what will happen tomorrow."

"It's okay, that's okay."

George nodded and looked at Hawke: "But this trick can be easily seen through."

Hawke laughed and couldn't help it. He looked at George and shook his head: "George, you could have just asked me directly. There is no need to test me like this."
To be continued...