If it weren't for the fact that time was tight, Hawke would have gone back to their community with Nora to do something, after all, they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

But......

Not enough time.

If he hadn't talked to George and caught up, Hawke would have gone home and had chosen to break his leg, waiting until the next day when Lorna went back to school to show that his leg was indeed broken.

So, he was dragged to the hospital by George and Gwen, and then asked Lorna to come and pick him up and take him to Nora, and by the time George and Gwen left, it was already half past one o'clock in the night.

Time is running out.

Weapons need to be prepared.

Let's get ready.

Let's plan a course of action.

That's 50 million, and the least respect must be given.

And it would take at least an hour to get back to New York City from Nora's reservation, and Hawke had to hurry.

"Thank you."

Hawk took the car keys from an Indian, said thank you, and after getting into the car, he directly put the gear, and the throttle instantly slammed down: "Buzz!" ”

Moment.

The car sped off at a speed of one hundred and twenty yards.

Nora and Lorna looked at the dusty taillights, withdrew their gaze, and walked side by side toward the somewhat isolated Indian reservation.

"That's right."

Nora looked at Lorna with some curiosity, thinking of Gwen who had just sworn sovereignty to her: "Does your brother really like that woman, or is it to be able to get information from the New York Police Department?" ”

Lorna sighed, "I like it. ”

Nora let out a thoughtful sigh.

"Wait."

Lorna blinked and looked at Nora: "Nora, why don't you go to New York City to take orders, here in New Jersey, your orders should be very small." ”

Nora shrugged and smiled.

"It's okay, it's enough to live."

"Then why don't you go to New York?"

"Don't dare to go."

"Huh?"

When Lorna heard this, she was slightly stunned, and looked at Nora with some puzzlement: "Don't dare?" What does that mean. ”

Nora looked at Lorna, shook her head and smiled: "The most killers in the world are in the Federation, and the most killers in the Federation are in New York, frankly speaking, my brother can achieve his current status in the killer world, I never imagined, but I can imagine how much he suffered." ”

"Status?"

"Yes, as soon as your brother speaks, the killer world will be silent."

“……”

Lorna blinked, looking at Nora who still had an expression of adoration on her face, and couldn't imagine the meaning of this: "What kind of status are you talking about?" ”

Nora smiled and said: "The Big Three of Liberty Killers, your brother, was already last month, no, one of the giants, John Wick, has retired, and the only of the Big Three is your brother and the mechanic Arthur." ”

Lorna's mouth opened wide as she heard this.

The Liberty Killer Triumvirate.

This head sounds very majestic.

Lorna blinked, and just listening to this name, she had a feeling of yearning.

But......

Hawke allowed Lorna to know about his job, and even asked her to call for inconsequential aids, such as picking him up at what time and where.

Other than that, Hawke forbade Lorna to touch other things.

In Hawke's words, the Dane family, it would be good to have one with blood on their hands, so that in case something bad happens in the future, such as Hawke being arrested, Lorna who is outside can still find a lawyer or something to operate.

As long as the money is in place and the lawyers are in place, in the East, the death penalty may become life at most, but here in the Federation, the death penalty can be acquitted.

Lorna thought about it, and finally sighed, "It's a pity that Hawke won't let me help him." ”

Nora looked at Lorna, who looked disappointed, smiled and comforted, "I think, Hawke must have his considerations, after all, you are his most beloved sister." ”

"You also have a brother, aren't you also a killer, why doesn't he stop you?"

"I'm different."

"What?"

"My brother is the patriarch, but at home, I am the patriarch."

Nora explained, then put her arm around Lorna's shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, don't think so much, I'll take you to the shooting range tomorrow to shoot, don't tell your brother." ”

Lorna's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded her little head, and the loss in her heart was reduced a little.

"Jingle bell!"

"Here we are."

Catherine, who was waiting at the bar in the old place, looked at Hawk, who was wearing sunglasses who came in from the outside by pushing the door open, got up from her seat and snorted: "Why is it so late?" ”

Hawke shrugged his shoulders and told Catherine what had happened tonight: "Although there is a little bit of a problem, it is generally manageable, and it is good that George Stacy is a perfect witness." ”

Photos of broken bones can be faked.

Even medical records can be faked.

Witnesses can also be faked.

But if the witness who testified was called George Stacy, it couldn't be faked.

With George Stacy's character and character, as long as he testifies, no one will suspect that George Stacy is lying.

Because George is an upright, law-abiding police detective with excellent character.

Catherine nodded: "Indeed, but I think, this Stacy detective, I'm afraid that my hair is gray, thinking about your legs are broken, how will you come out tomorrow, but unfortunately, he doesn't know at all, you have such a terrifying resilience, even if the blood clan's self-healing ability is compared to you, I seriously doubt that if the blood clan wants to transform you, can it transform you." ”

Hawke took the Bourbon handed over by Catherine and drank it all: "Why didn't I convert him?" ”

The next second.

Hawke put the empty wine glass on the bar, smiled, looked at the time on his watch, and went straight to the point, looking at Catherine: "Weapons?" ”

"It's been ready for a long time." Catherine gave Hawke a blank look, turned around, walked towards the room behind the bar, and waved her hand: "This way." ”

Hawke got up, unbuttoned the button he had just sat down to unfasten, and followed Ekaterina into the studio behind the bar.

The curtain is lifted.

into the eyes.

In a room the size of a one-third of a football field, brightly lit, a dozen Russian girls in their underwear sat on either side of a long table.

These Russian girls were busy, manually filling whiskey that cost 100 US dollars a bottle in the nightclub in front of them, strictly according to the standard of 5 cents of wine and 5 cents of water.

That's right.

I forgot to mention that while Ekaterina was working as an intelligence broker, she also monopolized the counterfeit liquor business in two-thirds of Brooklyn's nightclubs and bars.

"Luckily, I never go to the bar."

"Are you willing to go?"

Catherine, who walked through the indoctrination room with Hawke and came to the weapons room, heard this, turned around, and complained: "Anyway, you have also earned almost more than five million, so you didn't think about relaxing, don't go to school all day to kill two points and one line, you should know how to enjoy life." ”

"It's coming!" Hawke smiled and said, "If you work hard, you should be able to enjoy it soon." ”

Catherine smiled: "You are working hard, how much do you think you have to save to be able to enjoy, you are already very strong, and now, among the free killers, the only one with a higher price than you is Arthur the mechanic." ”

Hawke shrugged: "At the very least, you have to save enough for 100 million." ”

With 100 million hard-earned money, he can make a qualitative leap.

To take the 50 million, he only needs to work hard and earn enough of the remaining 40 million to meet this requirement.

Hawke had already figured it out.

When the time comes, you must travel abroad, buy a big yacht, take Lorna with you, and enjoy life well.

Catherine shook her head speechlessly, no longer motivated to talk to Hawke, turned around, and slapped a weapon in front of Hawke.

"Stark Industries, the ST-15 automatic rifle, 11.5 inches, equipped with an iron machine gun frame, six times the scope, the pursuit of lightness, at the same time, has a very good shooting accuracy and speed, capacity of 30 rounds."

“……”

Hawke looked down at the silver-white automatic rifle in front of him, and instead of reaching out to touch it, he looked at Catherine: "I'm talking about a pistol." ”

The automatic rifle, how to abbreviate it, the length is also placed over there, take it out, as long as anyone with eyes knows that he is going to do something bad.

So Hawke never liked automatic rifles.

He still likes pistols, small and lightweight.

Of course.

If he had any storage space, Hawke wouldn't mind using an automatic rifle, and in any case, in terms of capacity alone, an automatic rifle would be a blast pistol.

Ekaterina was slightly stunned.

"You know tomorrow is dangerous, and besides, the Homeland Security Agency, which is completely out, is coming in again, and their purpose is you, I remember you saying it."

"Yes, that's right."

"And you still use a pistol?"

"I like handjobs."

"I like handjobs."

"Now is not the time to open the colors."

Catherine shook her head a little speechlessly: "If you want a pistol, let me equip you with any weapons, don't you have it yourself?" ”

"It's gone."

"Huh?"

Hawke shrugged his shoulders and said: "The last time Detective Beck asked me to go back to investigate, Lorna hurriedly went back to clean up and threw all the things that shouldn't be in the river, I was too lazy to fish, and besides, didn't I throw my beloved [Silver Storm] to you, I didn't want automatic rifles, I didn't say I didn't want grenades and smoke grenades or anything like that." ”

Even if Hawke was crazy, he wouldn't have rushed straight to it with a pistol.

Come on.

Although he has opened and hanged, he can only open a little bit at present.

Someone else is fully armed, and tomorrow it must be armed to the teeth, and Hawke is still rushing up with a pitiful-looking little pistol?

Is this special meow going to save people, or is it going to send people to death?

Hawke has trust in himself, but he also has a lot of respect for his enemies, and he doesn't carry an automatic rifle, at least a few sweet potatoes and flashbangs.

If you don't take anything, you can't help but look down on others too much.

……