Chapter 231 He is self-harm (please subscribe!!)

Losing a piece of tongue, the repairman will be unable to speak.

Losing two kneecaps, the repairman will not be able to walk on his own.

but……

The repairman is still alive.

and……

Full of vitality.

"Wait a moment."

Hawke raised his eyebrows and looked at the female Scrooge Siber, who was standing beside him: "Hmm?"

Is there such a strong vitality still so strong after bleeding?

It's unscientific.

The current vitality of the repairman gives Hawke a greater feeling than before the repairman was injured.

Shibel gave the answer.

"Sir, you said to make sure he is alive, so I made a good decision and used a bottle of our family's potion."

"Pharm?"

Siber nodded, turned around, walked to the trash can on the side, and took out a bottle of about 2ML of potion: "It is the potion here, we call the potion of life. No matter how serious you are injured, as long as you still have a breath, you can save your life."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

“Is there any more?”

"certainly."

Hawke's eyes lit up: "Can you give me two bottles?"

Shibel, disguised as a repairman, nodded and said, "Of course, the lady has explained that we must meet every request you ordered unconditionally."

I don't know if it's Hawk's illusion.

Hawke dared to swear that when he said this, Shibel even gave him a look you know, as if saying, "Any condition, sir, as long as you say it, I can satisfy you."

This is very tempting.

Hawke must admit it.

but……

Shibel now looks like a man and looks like a mechanic. Even though Hawke knew that Shibel was a female Skrug, he still couldn't accept Shibel, who disguised as a mechanic and said this to him with the appearance and voice of the mechanic.

I feel a little nauseous.

Hawke took a deep breath, restrained himself with encouragement, and sighed in his heart, "I'm really a vulgar person who only knows how to look at his appearance."

"Thanks."

After opening his eyes, Hawke waved his hand at Shibel, then he turned his eyes back to sitting on the chair. He did not fall into a coma, but his expression was distorted, and he endured the huge pain that was transmitted to his nerves at all times: "Look, you are not dead, as I promised."

The mechanic, with a distorted expression, tried hard to open his eyes, his eyes that seemed to be bleeding, staring at Hawke tightly.

That look...

I wish I could swallow Hawk alive.

Hawke shook his head, pulled over the chair, turned his head and looked at the obedient repairman who was writing his confession based on his memory. He smiled loudly, and then looked at the disobedient repairman who was tied to the chair, whose tongue was cut and whose kneecap was dug out: "Actually you should thank me, the repairman."

If the repairman hadn't been able to speak or move now, he would have been trying hard to find Hawke immediately.

You cut my tongue, dig my kneecap, and then you also want me to thank you.

I thank you.

Thank you all the family!

Hawke ignored the mechanic's gaze that could almost turn into a blade. If his eyes could kill people, Hawke would have no idea how many times he would die.

"Look..."

Hawke spread his hands and said to the mechanic before George came, "Although you were cut off your tongue and even dug off your kneecap, you are still alive. Isn't this a happy thing?"

I'm glad you made a fool of yourself!

The repairman felt the huge pain that spread to his nerves one after another, and listening to Hawk's fallacies, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

This time, the repairman was able to finally understand what they felt after he dug out the enemy's kneecap over the years.

pain.

It hurts so much.

The pain was so severe that the repairman was about to forget what his name was.

Seeing this, Hawke smiled.

Just then.

After writing down all the people, names, time and places killed by the repairmen over the years, Shibel pressed his handprint and sent it to Hawke: "Sir."

Hawke took the two pages of paper and shook it, which attracted the attention of the repairman again: "Look, I have already written your confession. When you go to the New York Police Department, you don't need to accept their torture. You can live and then spend your old age in prison. Tsk, I am really too kind."

Generally speaking, no one who blocks his way ends with death.

And without exception.

And the repairman not only can live, but also does not have to worry about his three meals a day for the rest of his life.

If this is not called mercy, then what can be called mercy?

"NYPD!"

In the pain, when listening to the keywords in Hawke's words, the repairman seemed to have thought of something. After reacting, he shook his head up and looked at Hawke, trembling violently: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The repairman looked very excited.

Hawke touched his chin, looking thoughtful, and looked at the repairman: "If I guess correctly, you should be asking if I'm an undercover agent at the New York Police Department."

The repairman stared at Hawk with blood-red eyes.

Hawke smiled slightly.

Get up.

Inside your hands in your pockets.

"Okay, you know."

Hawke shrugged and sighed: "I don't hide it from you anymore. Yes, I'm just an undercover agent, George Stacey sent by NYPD. How about it? Are you surprised?"

really!

The repairman was even more excited when he heard this. This time he was even more excited than before. He wanted to get up impulsively, struggled hard, and wanted to bite Hawke to death.

but……

Fierce movements will only hurt oneself.

There was a thud.

As the repairman struggled like an adrenaline explosion, with a click, the chair under him could no longer support him, and he slept on the ground with a thud.

Next second!

"Woo!"

The repairman's eyes were about to break, and the sweat beads on his forehead were rolling out again, and he was pumping the air conditioner over there: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Hawke looked at this scene and shook his head, then looked at Shibel beside him: "I have agreed with Corey, you go over and take Corey back, and then, don't expose it."

Shibel nodded: "Don't worry, sir, we Skrulls have unique advantages in disguise. Our fingerprints and hair are perfectly cloned, and the earthlings will not tell us."

Hawke nodded and did not tell Shibel who was confident that he had died at his hands this year and saw the flaws. There were ten Scrapers who had pinched their heads.

After all, people come to help, and they can't reveal their shortcomings without saying thank you.

Hawk still has this politeness.

soon.

Shibel turned around and left the safe house, preparing to continue the unfinished task of the repairman, found Corey, and brought the cross candidate Corey back to the Castle of Destiny.

However, the butcher who walked out of the safe house was an obedient repairman.

As for the disobedient repairman?

After Hawke sent the address here to George, he ignored the repairman who was lying on the ground and whimpering, and walked to the bar. While waiting for George to come, he called Gwen and started to make a phone call.

After waiting for more than twenty minutes, Hawke hung up the phone.

Not long.

The door sounded.
To be continued...