Marvel: Awakening the Universe

It was the Hawke pants she just complained about. She had worn them for three years and they were obviously too small, but she couldn't bear to throw them away. Instead, she turned them into shorts.

Correct.

It's the shorts that are still hanging by the window.

But who is this girl?

Gwen frowned and looked at the girl in the photo. Her skin looked a little pale, but she was also smiling happily and holding Hawk's arm tightly with both hands.

Sister?

But I haven't heard Hawke mention it.

Gwen caught the similarity between Hawke's eyebrows and the girl next to him in the photo, and her heart moved as she thought so.

but……

She thought about it carefully and found that Hawke had never mentioned this matter.

Passed away?

Gwen thought of the most likely possibility that Hawke had never mentioned, thought about it, then put down the photo frame in her hand, put it back on the bedside table, then stood up and walked outside.

Just as she walked back to the living room, she suddenly reacted, slapped her head, and turned around again.

She forgot to take the envelope back.

"what?"

"Where's the envelope?"

Gwen walked back into the bedroom and was slightly stunned when she saw the envelope on her floor which was now gone. Then she seemed to think of something and squatted down again.

really.

The envelope had slipped under the bed, probably because of the breeze created when she stood up just now.

Gwen looked at the envelope that had slipped under the bed, stretched out her arm, and reached inside.

soon.

Her fingertips hooked the envelope.

at the same time……

Her fingertips also touched the tightly wrapped bed sheet.

The moment her fingertips touched the bed sheets, a feeling of touching metal spread from Gwen's fingertips to her mind.

……

Chapter 29 Hawke Opens the Killing Valve

A remote town fifty kilometers north of Quantico.

Hawke had seen the terrain near Quantico on a satellite map, so he had a rough idea of ​​how to drive to Quantico from the airport.

So just now, when the young black man drove the car away from his expected route, Hawke became suspicious.

His memory was already good, and after awakening his microcosm, his memory also made a qualitative leap.

Hawke got out of the car and looked around.

remote.

muddy.

Ok.

It's a good place to rob, kill and then bury the bodies. No wonder Xiao Hei drove the car here.

Hawke thought to himself.

Behind.

Xiao Hei in the car had a bruised face and nose, but his life was not in danger. He was just still screaming.

Hawke didn't kill him.

At least not yet.

after awhile.

Hawke turned around, opened the car door, and with a pull of his right hand, he pulled the wailing Xiao Hei out of the car with one hand, and then threw him onto the dirt road which was a little muddy due to the rain.

"Pfft!"

After being thrown to the ground, Xiao Hei felt dizzy and his head spun, but driven by his survival instinct, he swiftly climbed up from the ground and knelt in front of Hawke, his voice trembling, "Please, don't kill me, please, don't kill me, I know I was wrong."

Hawke looked at Xiao Hei, who was so arrogant just now and now looked so embarrassed.

The voice is cold.

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

"..."

Xiao Hei's body stiffened, and his voice of begging for mercy became even more trembling.

Hawke narrowed his eyes and said, "Give me a reason not to kill you."

Xiao Hei was slightly startled.

next second.

He raised his bruised head and looked at Hawke, his voice hurried, searching for hope of survival.

"I'll give you my car and my money. Oh, I have money, so I can give you my money too."

"That's not enough. Even if I kill you, your car and money will still be mine."

Hawke shook his head expressionlessly.

"Think again!"

"...You can't kill me. If you kill me, you'll also be wanted. As long as you don't kill me, don't worry. I promise I won't tell anyone about this. Please, don't kill me."

Xiao Hei spoke hurriedly, his eyes revealing an infinite desire to live.

Hearing this, Hawke glanced at Xiao Hei and lowered his eyes in thought.

He seemed to be wondering how credible Xiao Hei's words were.

Xiao Hei, who was kneeling in front of him, was delighted when he saw Hawk's eyes move away from him.

While Xiao Hei continued to beg, he carefully moved his right hand towards his lower back.

next second.

"ah!"

Xiao Hei pulled out a folding knife from his waist with his right hand. Then, he let out a strange cry and suddenly jumped up with a ferocious expression. He grabbed the folding knife and rushed towards Hawk in front of him: "Go to hell!"

The moment Hawke raised his eyes, his gaze was cold and he slapped him directly.

Boom boom boom!

Xiao Hei's head started spinning as fast as clockwork in an instant.

It spins faster and faster.

The more you turn it, the tighter it gets.

until……

Pfft!

The neck, which had been twisted into a pretzel and could no longer be sustained, was torn apart from the neck.

"Pfft!"

"Gudongdong!"

Hawke lowered his eyes again, looking at Xiao Hei who had rolled down at his feet with a ferocious expression on his face, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I really intend to let you go."

"pity."

"The bad nature of your skin color is too strong."

"Fear power, not virtue!"

"I gave you the only chance in my life to be soft-hearted, but you thought I was scared."

"Ah!"

Hawke thought about it, and his eyes then fell on the headless corpse that was bleeding continuously because it had lost its head plug.

He wasn't lying, he was really considering letting this little black guy go.

It's not just because he came here for something important, he also doesn't want to kill this little black guy and cause any complications that will affect his next plan.

The most important reason is another one.

Bottom line.

Just as Hawke said before, once the bottom line is broken, he can't imagine what he will become in the future.

Killing is like a valve.

Once this valve is opened, life will no longer be revered.

This is especially true for those who travel through time and space and already have a flexible moral bottom line.

The previous Zeta Soldiers were different.

After all, Hawke had seen the true appearance of the Chitauri soldiers, and those Chitauri soldiers might look like humans, but they were essentially bugs.

Humans will not feel guilty about killing bugs, and Hawke will not give his principles and bottom line to a group of intelligent bugs.

But the little black guy in front of me is different.

In fact, it was just as Hawke thought.

Although this was Hawke's first real murder, he did not feel any discomfort in his heart when he looked at the bleeding headless corpse in front of him, and he did not even have the slightest psychological activity.

wrong.

There are also.

This seems to be no different from the Chitauri being killed.

Hawke thought to himself and subconsciously closed his eyes.

It didn't occur to him to close the valve again.

There are only zero and countless times for anything.

Now that the valve of killing has been opened, whether he is willing or not, at least from today on, killing will no longer be rejected by him.

Think about it.

Hawke turned around and stopped looking at the head that fell on the ground and the headless corpse that was bleeding beside it. After opening the car door and getting in, he glanced up at the blue sky, then got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off the road.

He had no interest in digging a hole for this little black guy.

The valve of killing has been opened, and there is no possibility of anything else happening. In this case, whether Xiao Hei's body is discovered or not is not a problem for him.

Killing one is killing.

So, killing one more, or killing a few more, is just a matter of quantity.

but……

"You can kill."

"You can't be bloodthirsty."

"A truly strong person always maintains a humble heart."

Hawke thought silently in his heart, and after driving the taxi out of the remote road, he found the right road with just a glance, and then drove towards the town of Quantico which was still some distance away.

He just doesn't have a driver's license in this life, but that doesn't mean he can't drive.

As Hawke's car drove out of this small road where few people would pass by normally, the road gradually returned to its former silence and remoteness.