Chapter 182: Killer has no threshold (810, please subscribe!!)

When George heard this, he looked at Hawke with a squeak with an extremely sharp look.

What has another purpose.

George no longer cared about this, he cared more about what the big horse monkey just said.

"What does it mean? You slept with my house, who did you slept with?"

"What do you think?"

“…”

George lowered his head and his eyes shot back and forth on his desk.

Where is my gun.

What about my Berletta 92 F.

Where did you go?

Hawke blinked.

"George, what are you looking for, I'll help you."

"Find a gun."

"……Ha ha!"

Hawke sat on the sofa with a happy smile, looking at George who was still looking for a gun, and smiled and said, "Don't worry, the guest room I slept in, nothing happened, I'm talking about it, Helen is still there

Where is the home.”

What should have happened didn't happen, then isn't it called nothing happened?

Nothing wrong!

When George heard this, he paused to find a gun and looked at Hawke with a suspicious expression.

"Didn't sleep?"

"No."

"Then why are you going to my house for?"

"Hey."

Hawke was speechless. He felt that George seemed to hear that he had not slept with Gwen. He was even more angry than thinking that he had slept with Gwen. He spread his hands towards George: "You are not at home, you must have them at home."

Here’s a man. If the killer is running back, who do you expect to deal with, three little ones?"

George was stunned for a moment, his thoughts changed.

Shet.

He forgot to arrange a police officer to guard his apartment.

George cursed inwardly, opened his mouth, looked at Hawk who was sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a look of "Come on, what else do you want to ask" and closed his eyes, and then opened it.

"Thanks."

"What did you say?"

Hawke smiled: "I didn't hear it!"

George looked at Hawke with a expressionless face, while opening the love lunch box in his hand: "Don't be too rude, Hawke, stop when you see it is better, you should understand better than me."

Hawke shrugged, without saying a word, leaned against the sofa and looked at George's office environment. Compared to the last environment, the layout of the office did not seem to have changed much.

George sat on a chair, eating the breakfast Hawk brought, and then glanced at Hawk who had been sitting on the sofa more than once, looking like he had no intention of leaving.

quite a while.

George finally couldn't help it: "Don't you leave?"

Hawke came back to his senses and looked at George: "No, what's wrong."

George once again felt suspicious.

Next second.

Hawke waved his hand, took out his cell phone, and while looking at the text message just now, he said casually: "You can't go home now. When you finish eating, I'll take the lunch box back. When you go home in the evening

Give it to Helen, otherwise there will be no lunch box for you next time. Who knows how long you will stay here?"

George frowned and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it, just speeding up the pace of eating.

Just then.

"Dongdong!"

"Come in."

Beckett pushed open the door from outside and was about to talk to George, who was sitting on the chair, and then saw Hawke sitting on the sofa: "Still here?"

Hawke raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Yes."

George looked at him and heard this, looked at Beckett, and waved his hand: "Don't worry about him, what's the matter."

Baker nodded: "There are results in the laboratory, are you going together?"

When George heard that the case had made progress, he immediately stood up and said to Beckett, "Go."

Beckett turned around.

After George walked to the door, he stopped and turned around, looking at Hawk who was still sitting on the sofa: "Don't you go together?"

Hawke hit Hache, leaned against the sofa very comfortably, and shook his head: "I'm not a police detective, Besides, I'm not interested in your case. If I hadn't been waiting for the lunch box, I would have been back long ago.

Here.”

Seeing this, George nodded, said nothing, turned around, took the door, and followed Beckett toward the elevator.

"Wait a moment!"

"What's wrong?"

Beckett stopped and looked at George who suddenly made a sound: "Forgot something?"

George shook his head, frowned, turned around again, walked to the door of his office, and then, with a squeak, pushed open the door.

Hawke leaned against the sofa and fiddled with his phone, looking at George who opened the door: "Have you forgotten something?"

George looked at Hawk who seemed to be sitting on the sofa without moving, and said blankly: "Don't run around."

Hawke smiled and said, "You finish your breakfast quickly, I'll run away long ago."

George took the door with a blank expression and waved his hand to Beckett beside him: "Let's go."

This time.

George and Beckett really walked towards the elevator.

After a while.

Hawke, who had sent the message with Catherine, listened to the footsteps gradually disappearing in his ears, slowly set his eyes on the computer on George's computer desk.

Next second.

Hawke stood up, and with a swish, he sat on the chair George had just made. Looking at the computer, he seemed to have not pushed out of the police system after turning on the computer, and his eyes were bent into the shape of the moon.

It's not in vain. I'll come here to deliver breakfast.

Hawke rubbed his hands, held the mouse, and began to search for the information he wanted.

In the laboratory.

"Are you sure?"

After George and Beckett walked in, they spoke out: "How is the result of the ballistic comparison?"

“Consistent.”

The forensic officer looked at George and nodded: "Based on the comparison of ballistic data, it can be basically concluded that the previous two murders were the same as the suspect in this attempted murder case."

Although the bullets are the same, it cannot be ruled out that they are the same suspect.

but……

The pistol flow cycle is very long, and it is impossible for a killer to replace the gun often.

So, in most cases, if the ballistic comparison is the same, then 99% of the suspects will be the same suspect.

In other words, as long as the suspect who assassinated George can be caught, the two previous cases can be resolved.

and……

They still have clues now.

That phone.

Beckett looked at the forensic staff: "The fingerprints extracted from the mobile phone have been found in the system database. Is there a match?"

Just now, it was because the forensic center called and said that the phone sent last night and the fingerprints extracted from it had matched the results, so Beckett called George down together.
To be continued...