Chapter 170: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 83

"My father is the sheriff of the 19th Precinct."

"..."

George, who was working in the precinct, rushed to the scene at the fastest speed after receiving the news from the Queens Precinct.

The scene had already been cordoned off.

When George got out of the police car, the first thing he saw was Gwen and Hawk, who were standing together not far away answering the questions of the Queens detectives.

"Gwen!"

"Father."

Gwen heard the voice, looked at George, who came wearing a white shirt, and her eyes lit up.

The police officers and detectives on the side also hurriedly saluted while greeting George according to the rules.

George was single-minded, came to Gwen's side, his tone nervous and concerned.

"How is it? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Gwen shook her head with a smile, then looked at Hawk beside her, and replied to George: "Hawk arrived very timely."

Hearing this, George looked at Hawk on the side, didn't speak, just nodded.

Hawk smiled slightly, which counted as a response.

Just then.

The sheriff of Queens, who was inside the cordon, heard the report, turned his head to look at George, who was coming over, and shouted: "George!"

George looked in the direction of the voice, saw his good friend who served as sheriff in the Queens Precinct, said something to Gwen, and then walked toward the inside of the cordon.

"Allen, what's going on?"

"Preliminary judgment, it should be kidnapping."

"Kidnapping?"

"Hmm."

Allen, who served as sheriff in Queens and was also George's good friend, looked at George, who was walking over, pointed to the straps and tape found from the Toyota, and then, as if thinking of something, looked at George: "Gwen's boyfriend is quite something."

George was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"Look."

Allen pointed to the three black and one white combination of four people on the ground whose heads had been rotated one hundred and eighty degrees and who had already taken off their masks, and said: "The coroner just checked, no gunshot wounds, all broken by bare hands."

George looked at the appearance of the four corpses, first showed a surprised expression, and subconsciously turned his head to glance at Hawk, who was standing outside.

Gwen captured George's gaze, nudged Hawk with her elbow, and lowered her voice.

"Father is curious about you."

"It's fine."

Hawk didn't care.

He was able to have his current strength entirely because of his one thousand days of persistent effort and self-improvement.

The cheat...

It just provided an opportunity, and Hawk just firmly grasped this opportunity.

One thousand consecutive days of punching ten thousand times.

This sounds very simple, but how many people can actually persist?

So!

Why hide the strength obtained by one's own ability?

The first time he went to Quantico, he only wore a mask and didn't hide too much.

After that, Dr. Lizard, the Hulk, and Quantico again, he didn't even think about hiding himself.

One sentence.

Wealth should return home, glory should be shown in front of people.

Don't walk in silk at night, sing the wind song wantonly.

Pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

No!

He plays the style of showing holiness in front of people!

Hawk thought to himself, and then smiled and looked at George, who was turning his head to look at this side from inside the cordon.

Their eyes met.

George took his eyes back first and looked at the detective who ran to his friend Allen to report information.

"Abu Rumber."

"From the Demon Gang."

"Released on bail half a month ago, the other three are also from the Demon Gang, and the middle-aged woman sent to the hospital for emergency treatment is Abu Rumber's wife."

"Demon Gang."

Queens Sheriff Allen listened to the report and subconsciously looked at his good friend George: "Coming for you?"

Because the Demon Gang wasn't a gang in Queens, but in Manhattan, and their main area of activity was the 19th Precinct.

Hearing this, George looked at Allen: "I am the supervisor of major crimes, organized crime is not under my jurisdiction."

Cases related to gangs are managed by the Organized Crime Investigation Division.

He is mainly responsible for homicides in the jurisdiction.

Allen frowned slightly.

"Then who is this for? It can't be for Gwen herself, right?"

"How is the situation of the one sent to the hospital?"

"Don't know yet."

Allen looked at the time on his watch and said to George: "Go to the hospital to see together?"

George nodded.

He didn't say to let Allen give him this case.

Because even if Allen let him, it wouldn't be easy for him to receive this case, because it involved gangs, and even if Allen gave it to the 19th Precinct, the detective in charge of gangs in the precinct would be the one investigating.

What's more...

This case happened in the jurisdiction of the Queens Precinct, and Allen wouldn't necessarily let it go.

However, it's fine if he doesn't let it go; it's fine like this now. No matter what, he participated in it.

"Gwen."

"Uncle Allen."

Gwen, who was also discussing the case with Hawk, came back to her senses and greeted Sheriff Allen, who was walking over with her father, sweetly.

Allen smiled and said: "Weren't you frightened?"

Gwen looked at her father's gaze falling on Hawk, smiled, held Hawk's arm, and said to Allen: "Uncle Allen, you've already asked me twice, I'm fine, Hawk protected me very well, I'm fine, really."

George looked at the action of his own little white cabbage holding the wild boar, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Sheriff Allen on the side laughed, and then, as if thinking of something, looked at George: "Gwen is eighteen this year, right? She'll graduate from university in three years. By the way, George, how much have you saved for Gwen's wedding fund?"

It is well known.

In the federation, under normal circumstances, the woman's parents will prepare a sum of money for the wedding expenses when the woman gets married. If there is a surplus, the honeymoon travel expenses are also paid by the woman's parents.

George didn't speak, just looked at his damaging friend with a blank face, then took out the police car key he had just driven over from his pocket and threw it to Hawk.

Hawk opened his right hand and caught the key steadily.

"You take Gwen home first."

"Okay."

Hawk nodded, took Gwen, and walked toward the police car George had just driven over not far away.

As for his Audi A8 and Gwen's Corolla, the car keys had already been handed over to the insurance agent of the Glory Insurance who arrived a step earlier than George.

They would send the two people's cars to the repair company after the sheriff lifted the scene blockade, and they would send the cars to their door after they were repaired.

Soon.

Hawk stepped on the accelerator, drove the police car openly, and left the scene.

Queens Sheriff Allen looked at the police car driving away, took his eyes back, followed George toward the vehicle not far away, and asked curiously: "Your future son-in-law looks quite good, is he also from Berkeley?"

George shook his head: "No, New York University Law School."

Hearing this, Sheriff Allen looked at George, his expression solemn: "Studying law, studying law is good."

Retreat can be a wealthy lawyer.

Advance can be a powerful congressman.

Studying law, this law must be studied.

However...

"Have you understood his background?"

"Understood, orphan."

"Hiss!"

Sheriff Allen, who got into the car, looked at George, who was in the passenger seat, and his expression gasped again.

He subconsciously looked at the black Audi A8 shining in the sun not far away.

"Orphan, Audi A8, are you sure?"

"He moved a few days ago."

"What?"

"He was in the Bridge Apartment before, now he lives on Palm Street in the East Village."

"..."

Bridge Apartment, a low-income apartment famous in Queens.

East Village Palm Street, a wealthy community also famous in Manhattan.

"Hiss!"

Allen couldn't help but gasp again.

"He..."

"Incredible, right?"

"What's going on?"

"Don't know."

George looked at Allen, who had a serious face, and shook his head: "The only thing I'm sure of is that the origin of the money he used to buy the house is very clear."

Allen frowned.

George seemed to have guessed what Allen wanted to say, smiled, and his tone was faint: "Because the IRS didn't find him trouble."

Allen shut his mouth instantly.

This reason is impeccable.

Why do criminals' money need to be washed first?

To let the money see the light? ===== CHAPTER 172 =====