So, George must be very angry, so angry that he would not care too much about what he wanted to do.

This is very good.

Hawke thought in his heart, got in the car, started the car, drove directly and left the place.

After returning home.

Lorna is not at home.

Hawke came to the bar, poured himself a drink of Bourbon, walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on the wall-mounted TV.

Enjoy the eyes.

really.

The New York media's helicopters have started first and are fighting the following chase drama, and are broadcasting live.

but……

The live broadcast is actually coming to an end. After Hawke turned on the TV, he saw Wesley driving the stolen classic car and rushed into the Hudson River at a constant speed.

George and Beckett hurriedly stepped on the brakes, ran out of the car, stood outside the guardrail that was smashed by the vehicle, and looked into the Hudson River.

The temperature of the Hudson River in mid-November cannot be said to be very cold, or it can be called biting cold.

An old car was bubbled and gradually sank into the water.

but……

Wesley Close, who sank into the water with this classic car, never popped out of the water. It seemed that he had no hope of escaping and simply chose to jump into the car and commit suicide.

Half an hour later.

The support from the New York Police Department arrived at the scene. The live broadcast scene on TV also switched from the sky to the ground. The beautiful female reporter was broadcasting behind the audience live, wearing diving suits and preparing to go into the water.

George and Beckett are also in the live broadcast.

soon.

The police officer who was wearing protective clothing checked his equipment and dived into the water.

Hawke watched with relish.

But he knew that Wesley was no longer in the water.

"Bang!"

“…Firefox?”

"idiot!"

Firefox, who had already taken Wesley back to the textile factory, after getting off the car, looked at Wesley, who had wet her car and had an innocent expression on her face, and slapped her directly.

Wesley covered his face with an incredible expression. After all, in the past two months, although Firefox smoked, had a tattoo and murderous death, he was a gentle goddess in his heart.

And now?

Since the goddess has hit him.

"For so many years, I've been a mission that has not been successful and has been targeted by the New York Police Department."

"Okay!"

The factory director Sloan, who had been watching this scene, walked out. After all, he still needed Wesley to help them kill the cross they could not kill. He smoothed the situation and helped Wesley speak, and said to Firefox:

"Wesley is still a novice after all, just recognize his mistake."

The power of this sentence is no less than that of him, he is still a child.

Wesley looked at the factory director Sloan who was talking to him, and his eyes seemed to have found his own biological father.

Although Wesley didn't know at all, the one present was the factory director Sloan.

After all, it would be fine if a killer did not complete the task, and even left such obvious clues for the New York Police Department to find it directly. It has to be said that Wesley also broke a record.

but……

Wesley is useful to them and needs to be used to it for the time being.

Factory Director Sloan shook his head and said to Firefox: "How do you want to get close to him?"

Firefox ignored the 'wronged', 'discomfort', 'dressed', 'I was wrong', and looked at the factory director Sloan nodded: "Don't worry, I'll go to contact tonight."

Factory Director Sloan nodded, patted Wesley on the shoulder like a kind old father, as if comforting Wesley.

...
Chapter completed!