Gwen, Who Planted a Tracker on Hawk

Hawk didn't drive the taxi into Quantico; he hitched a ride into the town.

This was because he'd driven the taxi into the water about ten kilometers from the town and then walked the rest of the way.

However, his luck was good.

After walking for about a kilometer, Hawk encountered a military spouse who lived in town and was returning from a supply run.

Upon learning Hawk's destination, the military spouse enthusiastically invited him into her car.

Hawk didn't refuse.

When the car entered the town, there was no dramatic scene where the military spouse discovered Hawk was a traveler and invited him to stay at her home.

The military spouse dropped Hawk off at a clothing store, and after walking a bit further, Hawk successfully reached the town's motel.

Even though he didn't have a car, a motel didn't necessarily require one to check in.

Money was enough if you didn't have a car.

After paying the room fee, Hawk smoothly received his key, went up to the second floor, and arrived at his room door.

Before entering, he turned his head for a look. Within his line of sight was the entrance to the Quantico base, not even that far away.

The base was guarded by soldiers.

Vehicles and pedestrians alike had to stop for inspection before entering.

Hawk glanced at it and then looked away.

It was too late today.

He'd go tomorrow.

Scout during the day.

Assault at night.

Then...

Cut and run. That way, even if the body of that "little dark one" was discovered, it would likely be a long time before it was traced back to Hawk.

After all, it was just a "little dark one" who died.

In some countries, this might be a major event, possibly leading to an overnight investigation.

But there were plenty of "little dark ones" here.

Hawk figured that by the time law enforcement agencies found him, he'd probably already be wearing his Cloth.

At that point...

I'm invincible, you guys do as you please.

Besides, Hawk didn't think they'd find him.

What a joke.

The cameras at the airport taxi pickup area were broken.

Hawk had seen it clearly when he got in the taxi; the only surveillance camera that could have possibly recorded him getting in had been "decapitated."

This was also why he couldn't be bothered to clean up after the "little dark one."

On one hand, he still didn't care. On the other hand, it was based on his understanding of the federal law enforcement system's efficiency over the past decade or so.

The federal law enforcement system was relatively independent.

Simply put, if you committed a crime in New York City and your fingerprints were recorded, and then you committed another crime in California and left your fingerprints there, California would most likely be unable to confirm your identity through fingerprints.

This was because fingerprint data was not shared between the law enforcement agencies of different states.

What's more...

In this life, Hawk had been law-abiding and had no criminal record. Therefore, there were no fingerprints of his in the New York City database.

So, even if law enforcement officers found the "little dark one" and found his fingerprints on him, they wouldn't be able to find him through them.

Half an hour later.

Hawk practiced his punches on the spot, throwing his ten thousand punches into the air in the room before taking a shower.

A little while later.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw his phone ringing on the bed. Just as he picked it up, before he could even see the caller ID clearly, the screen went black, and the ringing stopped.

"Huh?"

"Out of battery?"

Hawk was slightly taken aback. He thought about it but didn't dwell on it, nor did he think about finding a charger for the phone.

Just like he had never used a phone before.

There was no one in this world he cared about, and similarly, no one cared about him.

So...

Hawk shrugged, put the phone aside, and directly pulled back the covers to lie down.

Sleep, sleep, there's important business tomorrow.

Hawk thought.

In less than three minutes, he had smoothly fallen asleep, and a gentle snore filled the room.

New York City.

Gwen, in her room, frowned as she heard the "phone is turned off" message for the second time. She put down her phone, propped it against her chin, placed her hands on the keyboard, opened a website, glanced at her phone's verification code, and entered it.

Soon.

A map appeared on the computer screen.

There was a blinking light on the map.

But the light on this map wasn't where Gwen was currently located, nor was it in New York City.

It was...

DC?

How did Hawk's phone end up in Washington D.C.?

Could his phone have been stolen?

Gwen wondered.

She swore she wasn't tracking Hawk.

When she got home earlier, her phone account had sent her a text message showing her phone's location had moved from its usual spot in New York City to another area, which is why it sent a reminder.

Gwen then remembered something.

When she had given Hawk her old phone, she had cleared its data, but it seemed she hadn't logged out of her phone account.

Hawk hadn't asked, so she had always assumed she had logged out.

Now.

Seeing that Hawk's phone's last known location before it turned off was in Washington D.C., Gwen's first thought was that Hawk's phone had been stolen.

After all, there were quite a few thieves in New York City.

No, not quite a few, a lot.

Gwen recalled the phone she bought and lost within three days of getting it, and a wave of annoyance washed over her.

Never mind, she'd get him a new one after school started.

Gwen shook her head, closed the phone tracking website, and looked again at an electronic newspaper displayed on the site.

This was a newspaper published after the Battle of New York.

It even had illustrations.

The illustration showed a block in Jackson Heights almost completely leveled.

Gwen used her mouse to navigate the webpage, browsing the related reports.

Just then.

Footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Gwen snapped back to attention.

The next second.

Her eyes lit up, she remembered something, closed the webpage, then got up from her chair, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Dad!"

"..."

George, who routinely checked in with his daughter every time he came home, was startled by Gwen suddenly opening the door, her eyes even shining.

A smile then spread across George's face, and he shook his head. "I don't have any new Spider-Man intel for you today."

Recently, a Spider-Man had appeared in New York City, a masked vigilante who liked to wear a costume and fight crime.

The NYPD was furious.

In short, if vigilantes were useful, what would the police be for?

But apart from the NYPD, everyone else found it novel.

The media were delighted, thinking they had found the latest hot topic.

Netizens were also excited, with every forum buzzing with gossip about Spider-Man's identity.

Gwen was also quite curious.

Especially since her father was a sheriff.

But...

Gwen shook her head. "Dad, I'm not interested in Spider-Man."

George chuckled.

"Then yesterday..."

"That was Mary being curious, not me," Gwen quickly interrupted. She then got down to business, blinking as she looked at George.

"Dad, can I ask you for a favor?"

"..."