A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 388 The Bureau of Homeland Security (Please Subscribe!!)

Mister Sinister, who had no way to vent his anger to the culprit Hawk right now, was about to release his anger on Merrick who was kneeling in front of him, and Mister Sinister, who was buried with his own people, stopped immediately when he heard these words. the movement of the hand.

Merrick, who was kneeling on the ground, felt the scalp no longer tightening, and his body was going limp.

This was the content of the deal that the Red Devil had just made with him.

A great-granddaughter of Mr. Sinister was not in London because she ran to the African continent a few days ago, so she did not appear on the death list.

"Maya."

"Yes."

Merrick listened to Mister Sinister who spoke, raised his head quickly, and hurriedly fought for the chance of survival for himself: "Sir, Maya is now in Africa and is still alive. I have located Maya's signal and sent someone to Go get Maya back."

When Mister Sinister heard this, he withdrew his right hand from Merrick's head.

The Red Devil stood quietly by the side, not saying a word.

Mister Sinister glanced at the Red Devil, then looked away, nodded, turned around, and walked towards his seat again.

Merrick finally couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief this time, and slumped down on the ground.

His little life was finally saved.

Mister Sinister, who sat down again, looked at Merrick, who had the expression of the rest of his life, with deep eyes. Although he had no intention of killing Merrick to be buried with him, he snorted coldly and said, "I'll give you five days time, five days, I want to see the results, you know what I'm talking about."

Merrick's heart tightened again, but he gritted his teeth, stood up, and said respectfully: "Sir, I understand, after five days, I will definitely bring someone to you."

Seeing this, Mister Sinister closed his eyes.

"roll!"

"Okay, sir."

Merrick said hastily, and immediately, he once again turned to the red devil, who was watching his nose and heart, for help, and seemed to be saying, get me away quickly.

The Red Devil walked up to Merrick and put his right hand on Merrick's shoulder.

Whoosh!
The Red Devil was connected to Merrick, and once again disappeared into the horror study.

Mister Sinister opened his eyes only after the two disappeared, and a cruel smile appeared on his stern face.

If Merrick had more important things to do, a surviving great-granddaughter would definitely not be the reason for Mister Evil to pardon Merrick.

but……

The surviving great-granddaughter was an excuse for Mister Sinister to pardon Merrick.

Mister Sinister opened the drawer and took out a photo from it.

The picture is of a woman.

Short blonde hair.

Heroic and heroic.

"eternal life?"

Mr. Shocking and Evil narrowed his eyes, put down the photo in his hand, and looked up at the ceiling: "Does the rumored immortal family really exist?"

If the immortal family really exists.

So……

The infinite race with immortal souls, then, do they also exist in this world?

Mister Evil slowly closed his eyes, thinking in his heart.

However, soon, within five days at most, he will be able to know the answer to this mystery.

A thud.

The Red Devil reappears in his office with Merrick in tow.

Merrick retched after landing.

Continuously teleporting back and forth made Merrick a little overwhelmed. After all, he was just an ordinary person, a real and genuine ordinary person.

quite a while.

Merrick calmed down the nausea in his heart, stood up, and smiled at the Red Devil: "Thank you."

The red devil said with a blank expression, "You're welcome. After five days, if the husband doesn't see what he wants, I won't be able to help you."

Merrick doesn't seem worried about that.

"Don't worry, the plan is already underway."

Merrick said so, and then said: "Besides, Maya's foothold is not too far from the plan I started. It just so happens that I can give two surprises to my husband together."

The Red Devil didn't make any comment on this, just glanced at Merrick, then turned and disappeared into the office.

Merrick, who was already drenched all over, slumped on his boss chair, then pulled the blond secretary standing beside him, and pushed him to the ground, leaning against his boss chair.

Ah!
Merrick opened his mouth comfortably, feeling blissful, the joy that can only be experienced by being alive.

fortunately.

There's still a Maya Essex alive, or I'd be dead.

Merrick thought so.

but……

It didn't seem like Merrick had a problem on his mind.

wrong.

Mister Sinister didn't seem to have thought of a problem either.

It is said that although Hawke has a dark history of killing employers and allies, his credit is not very good.

However, Hawk still has another adjective.

do as promised.

Many people can't do this, but Hawke still insists on this one of the few advantages.

For example, what Hawk said was to kill his whole family, so even if there was only one pet dog in his family, it would be considered that Hawk violated this advantage.

Then the problem is coming.

Hawke told Jing Evil that none of the Essex clansmen had gone to report to Mephisto.

Maya Essex, but also bears the surname of Essex.

If this Maya Essex used another name, perhaps Hawke hadn't discovered it, but with such an obvious surname, would Hawke just let her go because she was a woman?

The Essex family enjoyed the blessings from Mister Sinister.

Then, there is no reason, the Essex family can be exempted from the bad news from Mister Sinister.

There is no such reason in this world.

and so……

Maya Essex, also dead.

at the moment?

Maya Essex may still be Maya Essex on the outside, but inside, she is no longer Maya Essex.

the next day.

Instead of going to school, Hawke came to the Counter Terrorism Bureau of the New York Police Department.

along the way.

Many police officers looked at Hawke who walked in under the leadership of the female police officer with a calm expression, looked at each other, and discussed in a low voice.

After all, after yesterday, Hawke's face made headlines on the front pages of major media newspapers.

Logically speaking, at this time, Hawk should be in a secret black prison in a certain federation.

but……

There is no evidence to prove that Hawk Dane is the same as the King K who looks exactly like him.

But those who know know well that Hawke is Emperor K, but on the bright side, knowing is one thing, and being able to take action is another.

"Dong dong!"

"Come in."

The female police officer pushed open the office door and said to George, who was sitting inside wearing white clothes and just finished a meeting, "Deputy Director, your guest is here."

George took off his white coat and nodded: "Let him in."

The policewoman gets out of the way.

Hawk walked in and thanked the female police officer.

The female police officer smiled at Hawke, turned around, and closed the office door.

Hawke looked around George's office, and after finding nothing new, he walked straight to the sofa beside him, and read the newspaper on the sofa.

moment.

Hawk saw three handsome faces of himself in this New York daily.

Ok.

One of Hawke's.

One of King K.

There is also a clone of Hawk that looks like him even though it looks like metal.

Headings are bolded.

[Who are they, or, who is he? ? ? 】

Hawke showed his beautiful teeth, raised his head and gestured to George for the newspaper in his hand, and praised himself: "It looks pretty handsome."

George looked up at the newspaper in Hawke's hand, sneered, walked over, and handed the poured whiskey to Hawke.

Hawk glanced at it, took the whiskey, and said curiously: "George, I've said it all, I like bourbon, not Scotch."

George was expressionless.

"This is my territory, you can choose to drink, or not to drink, there is no third choice."

"……All right."

Hawk smiled, and didn't bother with George about this matter. After all, this matter is one of the few things that George can decide.

Other matters are basically out of George's turn. After all, Helen is in charge of the big and small matters of Stacy's family.

Hawk put down the newspaper in his hand, picked up the bourbon, leaned on the sofa, shrugged and said, "So, why did you call me here, did you ask me to give you clues?"

George looked at Hawke.

"Do you have a clue?"

"You didn't ask, maybe I did."

"Is there any clue about Emperor K?"

"Feel sorry."

Hawk laughed: "I refuse to answer this question."

George Pi laughed, shook his head, and got down to business: "This time, the combined economic losses of the four blocks on Manhattan Island exceeded one billion."

innocent passers-by.

Broken building.

Abandoned housing.

This is only for Manhattan Island, not counting the losses in New Jersey.

Hawk shrugged: "It has nothing to do with me, you should know."

He was the victim.

Even if it had something to do with him, he was acting in self-defense. Hawke felt at ease that all the faults were the fault of that clone Hawke. Even if New York City exploded, it had nothing to do with him.

"I didn't say it was about you, I just wanted to remind you that DHS is pissed."

"……Wait a moment."

Hawk was slightly taken aback, a little curious: "What is it called? The Department of Homeland Security is very angry. They don't seem to show up."

Maybe it was there, but Hawke didn't see it.

Ok.

George shook his head: "What else can it be? This time, the Homeland Security Bureau is responsible."

Hawke blinked.

"what?"

"Our Anti-Terrorism Agency was supposed to be blamed, but fortunately, this time, not only Manhattan Island, but also New Jersey were affected."

"……so what?"

"It involves cross-state, it's a federal case, and the New York Police Department is local. Therefore, the Department of Homeland Security is responsible for this blame, um. The Department of Homeland Security is very angry."

"..."

(End of this chapter)