Gulp!
It was the sound of swallowing saliva.
Alex Wylanck, who was about to jump up and furiously demand why the order couldn't be canceled, instinctively swallowed his saliva, facing Hawk's cold, expressionless eyes, under the double impact of a suppressed beretta and a 'corpse' lying on the table.
Anger?
What anger?
It was completely nonexistent.
Hawk didn't care about Alex Wylanck's emotional fluctuations at all, his right hand moved, and the beretta pointed at the latter's forehead directly pushed.
"Inspect the goods, make the payment, thank you!"
"… …"
Alex Wylanck's mouth twitched.
Does he even need to inspect the goods?
The person died right before his eyes, what else is there to inspect?
Damn it.
This has gotten serious, Uncle Fury will kill me.
Alex Wylanck glanced at the 'corpse' lying on the table, dead with eyes wide open, feeling speechless inside, but facing Hawk's cold gaze, he still complied, grabbing his phone and dialing.
After a few rings.
The call connected.
"It's me."
Alex Wylanck took a deep breath: "3128, confirm, close order!"
A female voice came from the other end of the phone: "3128, confirm order closure, please state the key password."
Alex Wylanck looked up at Hawk, who was still pointing the beretta at him, and told the person on the other end of the phone the password he had set when he placed the order.
"Okay, sir, confirmation successful, we look forward to your next visit. Regarding this time, how many stars would you like to give to the person who served you? One star is the lowest, ten stars is the best, sir…"
"… …"
Good review?
Good review my ass.
Alex Wylanck directly hung up the phone, threw it aside, and looked at Hawk, who was still pointing the gun at him, saying with a grim expression: "Done!"
Hawk remained unmoved.
Just then.
The phone in Hawk's arms rang.
It was Yekaterina's.
"Speak."
"It's arrived."
"Transfer it to my overseas bank account."
"… …Now?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
Hawk hung up the phone and glanced at George Stacy, who was lying on the interrogation table, seemingly lifeless.
If even this method couldn't be considered hard-earned money, then he was sorry.
A strange light flashed in Hawk's eyes.
Although because of Gwen, Hawk chose to use the tactic of feigned death this time, but if even this couldn't get his hard-earned money to his account?
Then…
Just as Hawk was thinking this, Yekaterina's call came again.
"It's done."
"Okay."
Hawk responded, then silently called out to his cheat: "Cheat, me, transfer money."
[Ding!]
[Hard-earned money income: 100W]
[Current progress: "456W / 100M"]
"… …"
One million?
Hawk raised an eyebrow: "You miscalculated, didn't you?"
Yekaterina laughed: "No miscalculation, I didn't expect such a situation to occur with this order, so I'll only take two hundred thousand. When are you coming back?"
"Immediately!"
"Okay."
Hawk smiled and hung up the phone.
Alex Wylanck, who hadn't dared to move under the silver beretta's muzzle, heard this, and seeing Hawk put away his phone, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "How is it? Has it arrived?"
Hawk looked at Alex Wylanck expressionlessly, then nodded: "It's arrived, pleasant cooperation."
Alex Wylanck let out a heavy sigh of relief this time, then stood up: "How do we get out?"
"Get out?"
Hawk smiled.
One thing at a time.
Business is business, private matters are private matters, that's what Hawk said, and that's what he did.
From a business perspective, Alex Wylanck was the customer, he was God.
But from a private matter?
The one who placed the order to buy Gwen's life, that was also you, right?
Heh.
Get out?
Go home?
That's right.
Going to hell is also a form of going home in some sense.
Alex Wylanck looked at the smiling Hawk, a look of realization on his face: "Money, yes, money, get me out of here, I'll give you another million."
Although he could stay here and wait for his lawyer to negotiate a deal with the newly appointed prosecutor.
But…
Someone died. In order to avoid being beaten up by his Uncle Fury later, Alex Wylanck felt that he should first run back to his hometown. Once there, Uncle Fury should spare him such a severe beating out of consideration for his sister.
Hmm.
Yes, go home first, find sister.
Alex Wylanck thought to himself.
Money.
Another million.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, lowered the beretta that was almost about to lift his right hand, remained silent for a moment, then looked at Alex Wylanck.
"Three million."
"… …What?"
Alex Wylanck looked at Hawk, who had directly raised the price by two million, and his mouth fell open.
Hawk was expressionless: "One million two hundred thousand, that's the price for assassination. Three million is the price for sending you back home. Creation is always harder than destruction, so I need to collect the three million for sending you back home first."
Hmm.
Three million, plus his private savings and such, would be roughly five million. If he could scrounge up some more from other places, then even if he had to take out a loan to buy Star Tower, he probably wouldn't need to borrow for too many years.
Alex Wylanck hesitated.
Seeing this, Hawk raised an eyebrow.
Was the price too high?
"Okay!"
Just as Hawk thought he had overcharged, Alex Wylanck grabbed the phone on the table again, dialed a few numbers, and while waiting for it to connect, he said to Hawk: "Give me an account number."
Hawk was secretly delighted and gave his account number.
After a while.
Alex Wylanck hung up the phone and looked at Hawk: "It's been transferred."
Ding-dong.
Hawk looked at the deposit notification from his overseas bank on his phone and raised an eyebrow.
This wasn't overcharging.
This was undercharging, damn it.
Miscalculation.
I should have asked for ten million directly.
Alex Wylanck looked at the expression on Hawk's face and smiled contemptuously, he had plenty of money: "Can we go now? Remember, if you don't get me out safely, I can offer five million as a bounty."
Alex Wylanck, who had just spent three million, once again had the illusion that the customer was God.
Hawk came back to his senses, nodded, and looked up at Alex Wylanck, who thought he was God: "One more question."
"What?"
"The order for Gwen Stacy, you placed it, didn't you?"
"What Gwen…"
"Muffled!"
Just as Alex Wylanck was about to ask, the silver beretta had already been shoved into his mouth while he was speaking.
Instantly.
Alex Wylanck's pupils dilated in shock, looking at Hawk in disbelief.
A brilliant smile appeared on Hawk's face!
"She's my girlfriend!"
"Hello, God, goodbye, God!"
"Muffled! Muffled! Muffled!"
"… …"