Chapter 39 Hawke’s Arms Dealer (New week, please recommend!)

Hawke didn't deliberately make excuses to leave.

There is really something going on.

Someone just sent a text message to Hawke, not from his leader John Smith, nor from his killer agent Ekaterina.

This text message was sent by his weapons supplier.

YMFSL!

If most people see these five letters, they will only think that they are gibberish.

But the meaning of this sentence is this.

If you have any trouble, come quickly!

The pinyin of the first letter of Dongguo dialect comes from.

"Buzz!"

Hawke drove the car quickly and safely through the traffic, quickly approaching the address of his Eastern-Korean weapons supplier.

Among the many complex skills, marksmanship is undoubtedly the first, followed by French skills, and third by driving skills.

After all, driving well is very marketable among many goals.

Hawke’s Chinese arms dealer is named Chen.

Don't know the full name.

Just like Chen didn't know that the killer King was Hawke, but in recent years, Hawke's weapons, guns and ammunition were all supplied from Chen.

It can be said that, leaving aside Hawke's true identity, this arms dealer Chen can be said to be one of the few friends of the killer King.

Because of this, arms dealer Chen has Hawke's mobile phone number.

Another mobile phone number, but when he was in school, Hawke would transfer text messages and calls, and then put up the mobile phone responsible for business contacts.

soon.

Hawke parked the car on the side of the road, then opened the trunk, pulled out a handbag, and then walked towards the alley to the side.

By the time Hawke came out of the alley, the handbag in his hand was gone, and even his clothes had changed.

Or a suit.

But it was not the casual suit that Hawke usually wore in school, but the one with a tie and sunglasses. He had an expensive watch on his left wrist and was holding a cup of coffee.

no way.

It's noon and it's working time. I can't drink, so I can only drink coffee.

Hawke raised his head and glanced at the seven-story, orange-yellow, somewhat old apartment building across the street. He took a sip of the wine in his glass and looked around like a tourist.

after awhile.

Hawke raised his feet and followed the middle-aged uncle in front of him who was about to go home, and walked into the apartment in front of him one after another.

Compared with the Star Building on Fifth Avenue, the security of this apartment in Brooklyn is simply poor.

wrong.

There are no security personnel at all.

Hawke reached the fourth floor very easily.

Enter the eyes.

The corridor was quiet, and the six rooms on the fourth floor had their doors closed. It was so quiet that Hawke could even smell the smell of blood in the air.

I'm late?

Hawke reached behind with his right hand, took out the Beretta with silencer that had just been assembled in the alley, took a sip of the coffee in his left hand and walked towards the room on the other side of the corridor.

Getting closer and closer.

The smell of blood that the tip of the nose smells becomes stronger and stronger. Just by smelling this smell, one can estimate that the person who created this bloody smell has lost a lot of blood.

Hawke came to the door and glanced at the crack in the door of the room.

A shadow flashed past.

The next second.

Hawk raised his gun.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Three bullets flew out in an instant, directly punching through the door in front of them, and blasted into the door in the form of pin characters.

A thud.

There was a muffled sound from behind the door, as if something heavy fell to the ground with a thud.

Hawke pushed open the door directly and entered.

Enter the eyes.

A man in a suit was lying face down on the ground, with three conspicuous bullet holes behind him.

Wow!

The sound of washing hands came from the bathroom not far away.

Hawke took a sip of coffee and looked at the bathroom where there was movement.

after awhile.

The bathroom door opens.

"Um?"

A man in a suit with blue light glasses walked out of the bathroom, wiping his hands that still smelled of blood even though they had been washed with a towel. He saw his colleagues on the ground, and then looked up at Hawke who appeared at the door.

He was stunned for a moment, and then said with a tone that seemed a little surprised: "King Killer."

Hawke narrowed his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"Yeah?"

The man with blue light glasses casually threw aside the towel in his hand, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Hawke and said with a smile: "I tried so hard not to let your friends tell me where you are.

, I thought I wouldn’t see you so soon, I didn’t expect it.”

As he spoke, the man walked to the door of the second bedroom next to him and opened the door.

moment.

The thick smell of blood came directly from the second bedroom.

Hawke looked at the second bedroom. He saw a man with bruised skin and swollen face, but he could vaguely tell that he was Asian. His hands were tied, and his feet were tied up and placed in a blood-red footbath on the floor.

.

"List."

"Yeah, Chen."

The man nodded when he heard what Hawke said. He seemed to have thought of something and looked at Hawke: "This guy's mouth is really tough. He's almost dead. He's protecting you well."

Hawke laughed.

"why are you laughing."

"Have you ever thought of a possibility?"

"What."

"That means, Chen really doesn't know who I am?"

"Yeah?"

The man with blue light glasses was stunned for a moment and said, "I really haven't thought about this." He looked very talkative, and then waved his hand: "But that's not important. What's important is that you're here."

When saying this, if you don't consider the dying Chen in the second bedroom and the corpse at Hawk's feet, this conversation is very much like a conversation between friends.

So does Hawke.

"Then what?"

Like a conversation with a friend, Hawke looked at the man with blue light glasses curiously: "You wanted to find me, and now I'm here, and then, will you let my friend go?"

The man with blue light glasses took out a pocket remote control from his pocket: "Is this what you said?"

The words fell.
To be continued...