A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

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Hawke understood.

Cypher is an arms dealer, and he is not a pure arms dealer, if Hawke is allowed to draw conclusions about Cypher's business.

Hawke likes to call the Cypher organization a grocery store!
In a word.

What makes money, what the Cypher organization sells.

Intelligence, munitions, systems...

But the main business of the Cypher organization is still arms. Although the arms of this world are monopolized by the five overlords like the previous earth, the five overlords still have less than one-tenth of the cake vacated.

However, just one tenth of the cake is enough to make other unnamed arms dealers blow their brains out of pigs.

Arms dealers, except for the five legitimate overlords, are all very involved.

However, the Cypher organization can always easily complete the arms sales quota set at the beginning of each year ahead of schedule. Last year, it even completed the sales quota for the whole year half a year ahead of schedule.

How did you sell it?

Just like what Sever said just now.

Without demand, create demand.

The arms business is often the most profitable during times of war, but because of the suppression of the five overlords, in order to avoid being mediated by the five overlords, the small countries stopped calling it wars and changed them to small-scale conflicts.

And this gave the Cypher organization room to operate.

There is never a shortage of people who work for money in this world, and even people in small countries need less money for selling their country.

Spending a small amount of money to provoke conflicts, and then selling arms to both sides of the small-scale conflict, this is the routine of the Cypher organization.

but……

Hawk looked at the video, he looked very much like Emperor Sai, and he also looked like the dimensional woman Keli. Cypher, who also looked very sassy, ​​touched his chin.

"No order, manufacturing order?"

"Your understanding is very high."

Cypher smiled slightly, looked at Ekaterina: "Now I know why you like this little wolf dog so much."

Ekaterina gave Cypher a supercilious look.

"You want it."

"Will you give it?"

"No, but I can share it with you."

"Really, then I'm serious, lend me three days, and I promise that your little wolf dog won't be able to get out of bed."

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's you who won't be able to get out of bed then."

"Really, that's great, but, are you willing, little wolf dog?"

"It's okay, give me some money, he promises to be willing, and I thought he was very reserved for the first time."

"..."

Hawk ignored the words of the two female hooligans who were discussing his body in front of him, but after thinking about it, he said to Ekaterina: "So, Katyusha, is this possible? "

Ekaterina rolled her eyes at Cypher, looked at Hawke who was moved, opened her mouth, and wanted to say something, but nodded and said: "Theoretically speaking, yes."

Hawk's expression was a bit tangled: "But this, isn't it too bottomless?"

"..."

The corner of Ekaterina's mouth twitched: "Do you still have a bottom line? King likes to kill his employer, K2 is an undercover agent, and now K3 has a self-sufficient character. Is it difficult for you?"

In fact, Ekaterina just wanted to say this.

After all, a traditional killer is a traditional weapon. To use an image metaphor, a traditional killer is a pistol, and an employer needs to pull the trigger.

And this method of creating demand without demand is the same as the smart sniper rifle that pursues intelligence in everything now, he can pull the trigger by himself.

However, this also means that the killer is no longer a pure tool man. The killer is always a human being, and the killer has evolved into a weapon.

This has broken through the bottom line of traditional killers.

This is what Ekaterina tried to tell Hawke, but after thinking about it, it seems that Hawke has no bottom line.

After all, the bottom line of traditional killers also includes not killing their own employers, and at the same time, they cannot reach cooperation with any law enforcement agencies.

But what about Hawke?

Not only was it violated, but the violation was very thorough.

So Ekaterina thought about it, and didn't say this sentence. She thought that Hawke knew this, but unexpectedly, Hawke didn't know himself at all.

Hawke shrugged when he heard Ekaterina's complaints.

"Actually, I still have a little bottom line."

"Yes, there are, but not many."

Yekaterina said so, then looked at the time, and said to Hawke: "Okay, our submarine is here, and we are going to get off the submarine. I have time to chat, hang up."

submarine?

Is it the kind of submarine I imagined?
Hawke raised his eyebrows, just about to ask, but Ekaterina had already cut off the signal.

The screen goes black instantly.

Hawk opened his mouth, looked at the darkened computer screen, and blinked.

Good guy.

Sure enough, those who sell arms are making money. Everyone else has private jets or something, and Cypher has his own private submarine?

Amazing.

In other words, if you sell arms, is the money you earn count as hard-earned money?
Hawk touched his chin, feeling an urge to change careers.

next second.

Hawk shook his head directly. It was too late to change careers now. After all, he was short of more than 1000 million hard-earned money. It was not worthwhile to change careers for more than 1000 million.

but……

No Employer, Manufacturing Employer?
Hawk stroked his chin.

From the perspective of making money, Cypher's suggestion is a good suggestion, and it is very suitable for Hawke's current state.

but……

Hawke thinks he still has some bottom lines, although not many, but there are.

Although Hawke felt that his bottom line was a bit of a feeling that he would still set up a memorial archway, but Hawke always felt that people, after all, have a bottom line.

For example, Hawke earns his hard-earned money by killing people, but Hawke never kills his target or innocent third person other than the person who offended him.

Cypher's suggestion was a good suggestion, but it broke Hawk's bottom line.

Again.

Where can I create an employer who can give me 2000 million hard-earned money? An employer who can spend 2000 million is at least a master whose net worth grows to a billion.

Hawke sat on his boss chair, his eyebrows lowered in thought.

at this time.

The phone rings.

Hawk subconsciously planned to take out his pocket, but looked at the mobile phone without any incoming calls, blinked his eyes, and then looked at the landline ringing on the table.

On my first day at work, someone came looking for me?

Hawk was slightly taken aback.

"Hey?"

"Hawk!"

"Felicia."

"People from the Anti-Terrorism Bureau of the New York Police Department are here, and there is an acquaintance of yours, do you want to meet together?"

"Who?"

"Deputy Director of Counterterrorism George Stacey."

"..."

George?

After Hawke hung up the phone, he was stunned. By the way, didn't Gwen just say that since George went to the Anti-Terrorist Bureau, he has been working from nine to five every day?
Is this guy sneaking out to play wild behind Gwen and Helen's back?
Hawke raised his eyebrows and thought for a while. To protect his accomplices, Hawke didn't tell Gwen about this. Instead, he took the elevator alone and went down to the reception meeting room on the second floor of the Osborne Industrial Building .

Enter the door.

Hawke saw George sitting there for the first time.

This guy really went out to work secretly behind Helen's back.

I want to sue.

Hawke greeted with a warm smile on his face: "Good afternoon, George."

Hearing Hawke's voice, George turned his head and looked at Hawke with a bright smile, but couldn't laugh himself: "Are you related to this case?"

Hawke froze.

"what?"

"Deputy Chief Stacey."

Felicia on the side looked at George and explained: "Mr. Dane is a shareholder of our Osborne Group, and he happened to be in the group office today."

talking.

Felicia looked at Hawke, who pulled out his chair and sat down, and said, "Deputy Chief Stacey and Detective Inspector Bullock came here for the accidental death of Dr. Max Dillon yesterday."

Hawke, who had just sat down, nodded, then looked at Felicia: "Max Dillon is dead?"

its not right.

Shouldn't this be Electron Man's?
died?

Is there another Electron?
Hawk raised his eyebrows.

Moreover, at lunch just now, didn't Gwen say that this Max Dillon had already been kicked out yesterday?
Why is it dead now?
Felicia nodded, as if there was nothing to hide.

"Yesterday, when the security personnel accompanied Dr. Max Dillon to his office to pack his belongings, Dr. Max Dillon suddenly ran to the bioelectricity laboratory while the security personnel were not paying attention, and fell into the experimental pool In the process, he was electrocuted and died."

"Considering the impact of this matter on the company's stock price, this matter has not been made public."

"I see."

After listening to Felicia's narration, Hawk nodded suddenly.

No wonder Gwen thought Max Dillon had been fired.

But this is a normal operation. After all, the death of a person in the company can easily affect the company's market value.

As far as Felicia is concerned, Max Dylan's death was accidental.

Hawke does not have any doubts about this. If Osborne wants to kill Max Dillon, there are a thousand and one ways to kill him when this guy is locked up in the Long Island Police Station .

No need to wait for Max Dillon to come to the company and kill him.

"correct."

"A copy of the surveillance video of the laboratory was arranged yesterday, and it was sent along with Dr. Max Dillon's body."

Felicia looked at George curiously: "Didn't Deputy Director Stacey receive it?"

George shook his head and said, "There was an explosion in the medical examiner's office yesterday, and the surveillance video you mentioned cannot be recovered."

Felicia smiled and said: "That's no problem, I'm asking the security department to re-copy the video surveillance of the laboratory yesterday. For this kind of thing, Deputy Director Stacey can give us a call. We, Osborne Industries, Has been very cooperative and supportive of the work of the NYPD."

George looked at Felicia who called in a security guard to get the surveillance video, shook his head and said, "The surveillance video is the reason we came, but it's not the main reason."

Felicia: "..."

……

(End of this chapter)