Hawk did not drive the taxi into Quantico Town. Instead, he caught a ride with someone else into town.
Because more than ten kilometers away from town, he had driven the taxi into the water, then walked along the highway toward town.
But his luck was good.
After walking for about a kilometer, Hawk ran into a military wife who lived in town and had just finished buying supplies before heading back.
After learning Hawk's destination, she warmly invited him into her car.
Hawk did not refuse.
Once the car entered town, there was no clichéd scene where the military wife discovered Hawk was alone and invited him to stay at her house.
She dropped Hawk off in front of a clothing store in town. After walking a little farther, Hawk successfully arrived at the town motel.
Even without a car, a motel did not require guests to have one.
No car was fine as long as he had money.
After paying for the room, Hawk smoothly received his key. He went upstairs to the second floor and arrived at his door.
Before entering, he turned his head and looked at the entrance to Quantico Base, which was within sight and not even that far away.
Soldiers guarded the base.
Both vehicles and pedestrians had to stop for inspection before entering.
Hawk merely glanced at it before withdrawing his gaze.
It was too late today.
He would go tomorrow.
Scout the place in daylight.
Launch a hard assault at night.
Then...
Run like hell. That way, even if they found that little Black guy's body, it would probably be a long time before the investigation led to Hawk.
After all, only a little Black guy had died.
In some countries, perhaps this would have been a major case, one they might solve overnight.
But there were plenty of little Black guys here.
Hawk figured that by the time law enforcement traced things back to him, he might already be wearing his Cloth.
At that point...
I'll be invincible. Do whatever you want.
Besides, Hawk did not think they would trace it back to him at all.
Here was a joke.
The surveillance camera at the airport taxi stand was broken.
Hawk had seen it clearly when he got into the taxi. The only surveillance camera that might have captured him getting in had been decapitated.
That was also why he had not bothered disposing of the little Black guy's body.
On one hand, he simply did not care. On the other, it was based on his understanding of the federal law enforcement system's efficiency over the past decade or so.
Federal law enforcement agencies were relatively independent.
Simply put, if you committed a crime in New York City and had your fingerprints recorded, then committed another crime in California and left fingerprints there, California would most likely be unable to identify you through those fingerprints.
Because fingerprint data was not shared between law enforcement agencies in different states.
Not to mention...
Hawk had been a law-abiding citizen in this life and had no criminal record at all, so New York City's database did not have his fingerprints.
Therefore, even if law enforcement found the little Black guy and found Hawk's fingerprints on him, they still would not be able to locate Hawk through them.
Half an hour later.
Hawk began boxing on the spot. After throwing his ten thousand punches for the day at the air in his room, he went into the bathroom and took a shower.
A while later.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw the phone on the bed ringing. Just as he picked it up, before he could even make out the caller ID, the screen went black on its own and the ringtone stopped.
"Huh?"
"Out of battery?"
Hawk froze slightly. After thinking about it, he did not take it to heart, nor did he bother looking for a charger to charge the phone.
Just as he had never used a phone before.
There was no one in this world he particularly cared about, and likewise, no one cared about him.
So...
Hawk shrugged, tossed the phone aside, pulled back the blanket, and lay down.
Sleep, sleep. Tomorrow, he had serious business to handle.
Hawk thought to himself.
In less than three minutes, he had successfully fallen asleep, and faint snores began to sound in the room.
New York City.
Gwen, sitting in her room, frowned as she heard the notice that the number had been switched off after she called again. She lowered her phone, held it against her chin, placed both hands on the keyboard, opened a website, glanced at the verification code on her phone, and entered it.
Very quickly.
A map appeared on the computer screen.
There was a glowing dot on the map.
But the dot shown on this map was not Gwen's current location, nor was it even in New York City.
It was...
Washington D.C.?
Why had Hawk's phone gone to Washington D.C.?
Could it have been stolen?
Gwen thought to herself.
She swore she had not been tracking Hawk.
When she got home earlier, her mobile account had sent her a text saying that the phone's location had left its usual location in New York City and appeared somewhere else, which was why it had sent the alert.
Only then did Gwen remember something.
When she had given Hawk one of her own phones, she had cleared its data, but it seemed she had not logged out of the mobile account.
Hawk had not asked, so she had always assumed she had logged out.
Right now.
After seeing that Hawk's phone had last updated its location in Washington D.C. before shutting down, Gwen's first thought was that his phone had been stolen.
After all, there were quite a few thieves in New York City.
No.
Not quite a few. A lot.
Gwen remembered the phone she had bought years ago that was stolen somewhere less than three days later, and resentment immediately welled up inside her.
Forget it. She would give him another one after school started.
Gwen shook her head, closed the phone tracking website, and looked again at an electronic newspaper displayed on the site.
It was a newspaper published after the Battle of New York.
There was even an illustration.
In the illustration, a certain block in Jackson Heights had nearly been reduced to flat ground.
Gwen used her mouse to browse the related reports.
Just then.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway.
Gwen snapped back to herself.
The next second.
Her eyes lit up as she thought of something. She closed the webpage, got out of her chair, ran to the door, and opened it.
"Dad!"
"..."
George, who made a habit of reassuring his daughter that he was safe every time he came home, was startled when Gwen suddenly opened the door, her eyes practically glowing.
A smile then appeared on George's face, and he shook his head. "I don't have any new Spider-Man information to share with you today."
Recently, a Spider-Man dressed in a costume and mask had appeared in New York City, running around and delivering vigilante justice.
The New York Police Department was furious about this.
In a word.
If New York vigilantes were useful, what did they need police for?
But aside from the New York Police Department, everyone else found it novel.
The media was delighted, believing they had found the latest hot topic.
Netizens were equally excited, gossiping about Spider-Man's identity across all kinds of forums.
Gwen was somewhat curious too.
Especially since she had a police captain for a father.
But...
Gwen shook her head. "Dad, I'm not interested in Spider-Man."
George smiled.
"Then yesterday..."
"Mary was the one who was curious, not me."
Gwen hurriedly cut him off, then got to the point. She blinked as she looked at George.
"Dad, can I ask you for a favor?"
"..."
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