Chapter 80 The talent of disguise is about to be perfected (please subscribe!!!)

"I said, I said!"

"..."

After Hawke finished speaking, he looked at the driver who was just gritting his teeth and trying not to scream. After waiting for three seconds, he saw that the car was almost reaching the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge and was almost running to Jersey City.

When he saw it, he shook his head and prepared to shoot.

But just when Hawke was about to take action, the killer driver seemed to be unable to hold on anymore and shouted out.

"I said, I said!"

"...Say it."

Hawke loosened his fingers and smiled: "The content of the mission."

"Kill you."

"Say your full name!"

"Kill Hawke Dane."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, the organization only gave me this task. That's all I know. I swear, really, I swear."

"..."

The killer driver said loudly. If his left hand had not been needed to drive and his right hand had to press the wound, he would have put his hands together to show the honesty of what he said.

but……

Listening to the driver's killer's words of assurance, Hawke sneered, and slowly pressed the trigger of the Beretta on his right hand again: "I originally thought it was a rookie killer, but it turned out that I

I guessed so wrong."

Driver Killer suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

Hawke sneered: "You are probably not a killer, but an undercover agent of a law enforcement agency."

The words fell.

The driver killer said almost subconsciously: "I'm not, I'm the killer!"

Now Hawke felt very confident.

"Haha, he is indeed an undercover agent of some law enforcement agency."

Hawke listened to the driver killer's denial and laughed heartily: "Let me just say, a normal killer, even if he has only been in the industry for half a year, will not know when is the best shooting position. I originally

I thought he was a rookie killer, but I didn’t expect it, tsk tsk!”

A qualified killer will know that it is much cleaner and more efficient to deal with the target outside the car than inside the car.

Especially just now.

When Hawke stood outside the car with his back to the car, even a rookie killer would know that that time was the best time to complete the task and would never let the target get on him.

The disguised vehicle makes it even more difficult for the target to sit in the seat behind him.

Because in that case, the target would be out of sight of the killer.

What?

Is there anyone else?

Ah.

Hawke may never kill innocent people outside his target, but Hawke is the only killer who can do this. As for other killers, they will not do this. They will only think that it is caused during the completion of the mission.

reasonable harm.

Therefore, George, who was standing next to Hawke at that time, was no excuse for the killer not to dare to rob.

However, considering that this possibility was not impossible, Hawke still got in the car, just to see if this guy was a killer.

result……

Not a killer.

Undercover?

Good guy.

Chain plan?

Hawke's first reaction was that this strange thing was probably not a serial plan of George Stacey.

"parking."

Hawk came back to his senses and saw that he was about to drive in front of the Verrazzano Narrows Bridge to Jersey City. He pointed directly at his temple and said coldly: "Move over."

The driver, who was more of an undercover agent than a killer, was slightly startled. He subconsciously stepped on the brakes and leaned toward the edge: "There is surveillance here, how about the bridge?"

Hawke chuckled: "Why, are your people ambushing across the bridge?"

The driver didn't say anything and honestly parked the yellow taxi on the side of the road.

puff!

A surveillance camera at the end of the street burst into flames and was scrapped.

Hawke opened the door and pointed at the driver inside the car.

"come out!"

"...Okay, don't shoot."

The driver raised his clean left hand and his right hand full of blood, opened the door with a painful expression, and seemed to be trying very hard to get out of the car.

Upon seeing this, Hawke shook his head and moved the Beretta on his right hand downwards.

"puff!"

"ah!"

A streak of blood spurted out from the driver's leather shoes, and with a scream, the driver who had just stepped out stumbled and fell to the road with a thud.

Hawke knelt down and glanced at the leather shoes on the driver's feet.

He took back what he just said.

This guy's disguise would make George realize it even if he saw his leather shoes.

Can a taxi driver afford these high-end leather shoes, which start at a minimum of $1,000?

same.

NYPD undercover agents probably can't afford it.

Hawke raised his eyebrows, then set his eyes on the driver lying on the ground. Then, he sighed, took out his mobile phone, grabbed the driver's hair, and took a photo directly of the ferocious-looking driver.

, chose Ekaterina.

Send completed.

Almost the next second, Ekaterina's message came.

【Who is this?】

[I don’t know, check it out.]

【good.】

Hawke put away the phone, grabbed it again with his right hand and put it aside. Beretta, who was not worried about being robbed at all, pointed it at the driver's forehead again: "It's from the FBI?"

Some drivers, who were already pale due to being shot in the right thigh, were lying on the ground groaning after being shot in the left foot, as if they were enduring the pain and could not hear Hawke's question clearly.

"three!"

Hawke started counting down directly: "After I count to one, if you don't say anything, then there's no need to say anything."

At this moment, the driver became hardened and took a mouthful of bloody saliva: "I told you, you will let me go..."

"puff!"

"Boom!"

The driver didn't finish his words. He only heard a slight noise. The next second, the expression on the driver's face froze. Then under Hawke's gaze, the driver with a hole between his eyebrows was hit hard on the face.

On cement floor.

died.

【Ding!】

[Agility +1]

【Mathematics +1】

"..."

Hawke was slightly startled. Good guy, it doesn't take much effort to get through the iron shoes and find nowhere. Can this guy still show off [mathematical skills]?
To be continued...