Screech!
After Yekaterina finished speaking about the third person on the order, she suddenly heard a sound like an emergency brake, followed by an engine roar like a wild bull coming through the phone.
"Hawk?"
Yekaterina couldn't help but pull the phone away from her ear. After the roaring engine sound subsided, she put the phone back to her ear and said, "The Continental Hotel's orders aren't in a split-order mode, but a grab-order mode. The news I got is that at 5 PM, these three orders were already taken."
Hawk drove, drifting through a turn, weaving between two cars, and entered Avenue 23.
"Who?"
"Nancy Stacy's order was taken by an unknown small-time killer with the nickname 'Flash'. As for Jill's and your female classmate Gwen's orders, they were taken by 'Butcher'. Moreover, I got news from a friend that Butcher just purchased a Gatling gun from him."
"Butcher?"
"Yes."
"I know him."
Hawk glanced at the flashing police car that had appeared in his line of sight, seven or eight car lengths away, his eyes glinting, "That guy's nickname should be 'Lunatic' instead."
The killer Butcher was called Butcher not because his style of doing things was like a butcher, but because he was fat and strong, with a thick beard, looking like a pig butcher.
But this killer Butcher's style of doing things could only be described as lunatic.
Most killers, including Hawk, entered the assassin profession for money, but there was a small group of people who did so for various other reasons.
Such as hobbies, Master's missions, or simply seeking thrills.
The killer Butcher belonged to the last category.
He became a killer simply to seek thrills.
The reason Hawk had heard of this Butcher was because there was an instance last year, supposedly in New Jersey, where this guy also took an assassination order to protect a witness there.
But this guy directly and brazenly carried a Rocket launcher and stood on the road, directly hitting with one RPG, and then, holding a Gatling gun with both hands, he directly opened fire on a police car on the main road.
That scene was truly spectacular.
Most importantly, this guy, after being shot five times, still managed to escape, infuriating the Jersey City Police Department across the river so much that they offered a five hundred thousand U.S. Dollar reward for this guy.
But…
This guy is still alive and well, and even after provoking the Jersey City Police Department, he's now planning to provoke the New York Police Department?
Hawk couldn't help but let out a laugh, seemingly thinking of something amusing.
"Heh."
"What are you going to do?"
Yekaterina, standing by the window, listened to this familiar yet unfamiliar laughter coming from the phone and said in a deep voice, "This time is different from last year's order. From a contractual perspective, the customer has not violated the rules this time."
Hawk nodded.
"Don't worry, business is business, and private matters are private matters. I know what I'm doing."
"I trust you on that."
"Do you know who placed the order?"
"…You just said…"
"The contract has been signed, and I will definitely complete it."
Hawk directly interrupted Yekaterina, looking at the police car turning ahead, "As a killer, I have no interest in knowing the employer's information, as long as he acts according to the contract."
Yekaterina frowned, "Then you…"
Hawk's lips curled slightly upwards. He sharply turned the steering wheel, entering a small alley on the right, taking a shortcut, "Gwen confessed to me during dinner."
Yekaterina: "…"
Yes.
That's right.
Just as Hawk left school and was heating up dinner at home, Gwen sent him a text message.
Just three words.
God knows, in both his lives, this was the first time a girl had pursued him. Just as Hawk was about to call Gwen, Gwen sent another text message, saying that her younger brother had been playing with her phone and that she hadn't sent it.
But…
This excuse was very perfunctory.
However, girls, especially good girls like Gwen, are thin-skinned, which is very understandable. Hawk replied with a smile at the time, but he had already made up his mind.
Gwen had already broken the ice in this way, so shouldn't he be more proactive?
Originally, on the way, Hawk had already planned to proactively break the ice when they watched the movie, but who knew this incident would happen?
Shit!
Yekaterina, on the other end of the phone, listened to Hawk's words, remained silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I understand. Wait for my call tomorrow."
"Alright!"
Hawk hung up the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and with a roar, directly scraped against the wall of the alley, forcing his way onto the main road. Then, with a roaring engine, he completed the acceleration the moment he landed, surging forward.
In the rearview mirror.
Accompanied by the continuous honking behind the car, Hawk immediately spotted the police car slowly moving through the traffic behind him.
"Butcher?"
Hawk took out his sunglasses from the armrest drawer, then opened the mirror on the sun visor, catching the flesh-colored tattoo sleeve that fell down. In a moment, he had a Blue Dragon on his left and a White Tiger on his right: "No matter if you're Butcher or a lunatic, if you dare touch my woman, I'll turn you into a dead dog!"
Boom!
At the intersection leading to Arthur Stacy's apartment, it was rush hour in the evening. On the zebra crossing, where there were still many people, a muscular, bearded man with his head down, carrying something wrapped in yellow cloth on his shoulder, glanced at his wristwatch. Then, he looked up, and the middle-aged man with many red spots in his White eyes grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth: "The show is starting."
The next second.
The man directly took a step, walking onto the sidewalk that had just turned red.
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
"Hey!"
A man who was just about to release the brake and start his car saw Butcher, who ignored traffic rules and walked directly on a red light. After quickly braking, he angrily rolled down his car window and cursed at Butcher, who was walking with a swagger on the zebra crossing: "What the fuck, are you a lunatic? Do you not care about your life, damn it, get out…"
Butcher expressionlessly tore open the yellow cloth on his hand. Instantly, a thick Gatling gun, loaded with bullets and exuding a dark and deathly aura, appeared.
The cursing man was stunned.
Especially when he saw Butcher directly lifting the Gatling gun to a two-handed carrying position, he was even more dumbfounded.
Butcher grinned, pointed the muzzle at the stunned man, and slowly pulled the trigger with his index finger.
In an instant.
The muzzle of the Gatling gun began to slowly rotate.
Just then.
"Shit, what is that?"
"…."
Butcher looked at the shouts of several people nearby from the corner of his eye and quickly turned his head to look.
In sight!
Not far away, a man wearing sunglasses and a suit, holding a cup of coffee, stepped directly out of a moving car like an acrobat. And that silver car was whistling towards Butcher, who was directly facing the front of the car, at a speed of one hundred miles per hour.
What?