The ten-minute window was precisely when the guard officer changed shifts.
Hawk had investigated this.
From the moment he entered the interrogation corridor, to completing his mission, and then exiting, he estimated he only had ten minutes, conservatively.
There was no other way.
What if someone happened to come to the interrogation room looking for someone?
So…
He had to act quickly.
After Hawk walked into the interrogation corridor, as he closed the iron gate, his right hand pulled out his silver beretta pistol, which was equipped with a silencer, from his Pregnant.
The next second.
Hawk walked expressionlessly past the empty detention rooms, then glanced at the door in front of him that read "Interrogation Observation Room," and pushed it open directly.
Inside the observation room, Esposito Javier, who was part of the same team as Kevin Ryan, the officer Hawk had just spoken to, was standing with his arms crossed, watching the interrogation room through the one-way glass when he heard the door open and turned his head.
His eyes met.
Esposito Javier saw Hawk walking in.
Who was this?
He had never seen him before; how did he get here?
As the thought crossed Esposito Javier's mind, he frowned, about to speak.
"You…"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft! Pfft!"
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Esposito Javier's eyes widened; he looked down at something resembling an injection needle stuck in his chest, then looked up at Hawk holding the silver beretta in front of him.
An enemy!
Esposito Javier instinctively stepped forward, intending to fight Hawk, but the liquid that had just been injected into his chest with the needle had already taken effect.
With a thud.
Just as Esposito Javier took a step with his right foot, he stumbled and was about to fall onto the equipment nearby.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, took a quick stride, and just as Esposito Javier was about to fall onto the equipment in front of him, he steadily supported him.
Esposito Javier, supported by Hawk, struggled to stay conscious, and his eyes lit up.
The next second.
Before Esposito Javier could react, another injection was jabbed into his neck.
"You…"
"Heh."
Hawk watched Esposito Javier, who was trying to say something but ultimately couldn't resist and gracefully fainted, chuckled softly, and as he lowered him to the floor, he took the sidearm from Esposito Javier's hand.
Little trick.
I can still tell the difference between truly fainted and faking it.
Hawk fiddled with the sidearm he had just taken, shook his head, and casually tossed it aside.
Standing up.
Hawk looked at the other three officers in the observation room, who, like Esposito Javier, had fainted on the floor, then turned to look at the three people clearly visible through the one-way glass opposite, his eyes gleaming.
Click!
Hawk ejected the magazine, then took out the Fugu Toxin bullets, shaped like regular bullets, which he had received from John that morning.
Troublesome!
Hawk looked at the Fugu Toxin bullets being loaded into the magazine, feeling a bit helpless inside; if he had known this urgent order would turn out like this, Hawk would have refused it from the start.
Frankly speaking, Hawk had originally intended to use live ammunition.
It was still the same old saying.
Arthur Stacy was George Stacy's brother, not his brother, so who died didn't matter, why should he be an exception?
But…
Now there was George Stacy as well.
Gwen's father.
And Gwen had confessed her feelings to him last night; it hadn't even been twenty-four hours, and he was just going to kill him? What if it came out later?
Killing Arthur but not George wasn't acceptable either.
MMP.
If only I had transferred to another school back then.
Click.
Hawk's right hand moved, directly pushing a Fugu Toxin bullet into the chamber, then he looked up at the three people sitting in the interrogation room opposite and walked straight towards the observation room door.
Never mind.
First, get the one hundred and twenty thousand in hard-earned money.
In the interrogation room.
Alex Wylanck called Yekaterina for the third time, and this time, it was simply rejected.
George, sitting with his back to the door, frowned deeply.
He stood up.
"Mr. Wylanck, it seems this deal…"
Never mind.
It would be enough to cancel the bounties on Gwen and Jill.
George thought to himself, saying to Alex Wylanck, "It seems this deal, we won't be able to…"
His words were cut short.
Thud!
The interrogation room door opened.
George and Arthur turned to look at a uniformed officer who pushed the door open and, upon entering, turned to close it.
Arthur frowned: "You…"
Just then.
As George watched the uniformed officer turn, his alarm bells went off, and his right hand quickly reached for his waist.
The next second.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Hawk immediately turned, and the silver beretta in his right hand released two bullets directly; the bullets left the barrel and instantly struck George Stacy and Arthur Stacy one after another, somewhere below their right hearts.
With a thud.
Arthur Stacy was directly knocked off his chair by the sudden impact, falling to the ground, motionless.
George Stacy was likewise; almost the instant he drew his pistol, a bullet had already struck his chest, and he fell backward onto the interrogation table.
Even…
His head tilted to the right, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide as he stared at Alex Wylanck, who was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"WTF!"
Alex Wylanck's mouth hung open; he clearly saw George Stacy lying on the interrogation table, his chest gradually ceasing to beat, and a string of F-words continuously appeared in his mind.
"That's enough."
"…"
"Hey."
"Hehehe."
Hawk looked at Alex Wylanck, who seemed scared stiff, frowned, walked up, raised his right hand, and slapped Alex Wylanck's face directly: "Slap!"
A crisp sound echoed throughout the interrogation room.
Alex Wylanck snapped back to reality, instinctively covering his cheek, and looked up at Hawk in front of him.
"Mission complete, make the payment."
"…What?"
Alex Wylanck was stunned when he heard this.
The next second.
Alex Wylanck seemed to realize something, and with a whoosh, he turned to look at George Stacy's 'corpse' on the interrogation table, then with another whoosh, he looked at Hawk in front of him, his eyes narrowing, and he said in disbelief, "You're Rex!"
Hawk was expressionless.
"Mission complete. Conveniently, you're also on-site, so I don't need to take photos. You can check it yourself. Once confirmed, make the payment."
"…"
Alex Wylanck, having seemingly confirmed that the person was the assassin he had ordered, looked at the 'corpse' on the interrogation table, gritted his teeth, and seemed no longer afraid of Hawk: "I already…", he began.
Alex Wylanck dared not finish the rest of his sentence.
Because…
A silver beretta pistol with a silencer was already pressed against his head.
"Confirm, and pay!"
"…"