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Chapter 259 Helen: Not Dead But Dead Again (5K Chapter!)
be honest.

Helen is still somewhat bewildered, completely unsure whether what she experienced was real or an illusion.

But the feeling of being shot was very real.

Even now, when she thinks about it, her heart skips a beat.

Moreover, the bullet holes in her clothes, and the bullet that fell out of her clothes, all seem to indicate one thing.

Everything she experienced was real.

She is dead.

But she didn't die.

Having been resurrected from the ashes, Helen was initially nervous about George, but then, knowing that George had something to say, she went to the operating room to watch Mahoney's surgery. When Helen returned, she finally had a moment to calmly reflect on what had happened to her.

She remembered the place she went to after she was shot.

There was a dome that seemed otherworldly, a meadow that seemed otherworldly, blooming with countless exotic flowers and plants, and a magnificent temple that looked incredibly majestic.

The most important thing.

that……

She resembled a young girl who looked somewhat similar to her son-in-law in the features.

correct.

The little girl seemed to be saying something like "brother"?

Helen pictured Anya in her mind, then realized what was happening and stared intently at Hawke.

Hawke looked into Helen's eyes, and a thought struck him. He also looked at Helen.

Helen frowned.

“I… I think I saw your sister Anya, Hawke.”

"what?"

George, who was standing to the side, was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Gwen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mom, you said you saw Anya?"

Hawke looked at Helen calmly.

The underworld resides within his microcosm; he is intimately familiar with every movement within it, and naturally knows that Anya has indeed met Helen.

However, Helen didn't have time to say more before she entered the phoenix rebirth process.

"Yes."

"That must be your sister Anya."

"That must be paradise."

“It’s like I went to heaven and saw your sister Anya. She looks a lot like you. I’m sure I’m not mistaken.”

Helen's brows were furrowed, but as she spoke, they gradually relaxed. Then she looked at George and said, "I died, but I came back to life, George."

Eyes facing each other.

Without hesitation, George, excited yet restrained, carefully pulled Helen into his arms and then gasped in surprise.

"Thank God!"

"..."

George was thrilled and attributed all the credit to God.

But God Hawke was not pleased.

Hawke raised an eyebrow at George, who was giving credit to that old bastard God when it was clearly his own achievement.

"That is……"

"Great, Hawke!"

Gwen, who had been watching Hawke's every move, cheered with delight as Hawke was about to claim his credit. She hugged him and quickly whispered in his ear, "Doctor's gown."

Hawke, who was thinking of taking credit for his work, raised an eyebrow and met Gwen's gaze as she looked up at him from his arms.

In a flash, Hawke made his decision.

"You go."

"you……"

Upon hearing this, Gwen raised an eyebrow and looked at Hawke, who was taking advantage of the situation. Just as she was about to say something, she realized what was happening when she saw Hawke's gaze sweep over her and he opened his mouth again. She gritted her teeth.

"Row!"

"make a deal."

Hawke smiled broadly.

Forget it.

George thanked God, that's fine. Anyway, George thanked God, but he didn't say which God specifically.

God Jehovah is God.

God Hawke is also God.

not bad.

Moreover.

It's all just empty fame; those things are meaningless. What's truly meaningful is seeing Gwen in her doctoral gown.

Hawke thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

After dealing with Hawke, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still one thing left to do. After getting out of Hawke's arms, she turned to look at her parents, who were also showing affection for each other, and quickly said, "Dad, Mom is dead!"

Helen was immediately displeased upon hearing this.

She looked at herself and realized she was not dead, yet she was cursing her own daughter Gwen. Her face darkened, and she was about to speak when...

George, however, had already realized what was happening. He nodded and looked at Helen with a serious expression.

"Yes, you are dead, Helen."

"..."

I am dead?
When? Wait, am I really dead, and all of this is just a dream after my death?

Helen was stunned.

But George quickly explained it to her.

Of course.

George omitted the fact that he had become a vampire.

After all, his mind was a bit of a mess right now, and he hadn't figured out how to tell Helen about it.

But one thing is for sure.

If those vampires knew Helen wasn't dead, they would definitely notice. They might hide, but they would certainly try to harm Helen again.

and so……

Helen must remain in a 'dead state' until these vampires are caught.

Helen understood.

She can understand it too.

only……

Helen looked at her husband George, then at her daughter Gwen, her expression bewildered: "So I'm doomed?"

George and Gwen exchanged a glance.

"Helen."

"Mother."

"..."

Hawke stood aside, watching quietly without getting involved. He even used the Reality Stone to alter his presence before silently turning around, pulling the door open, and leaving the ward.

He didn't want to get involved in such a boring thing.

That's why Gwen wouldn't let him take action. If Gwen had allowed it, let's put it this way, the vampires of New York City would have obediently delivered the so-called "Crimson Apocalypse" organization and its mastermind right to his doorstep.

Hawke had no idea who this so-called Blood Apocalypse was.

But there's no doubt it's a vampire.

Since that's the case, instead of wasting time on internal conflict, it's better to make things difficult for others. Who cares who they are? Just catch the vampires and kill them. If you kill the right ones, everyone will be happy. If you kill the wrong ones, it doesn't matter. Because these self-righteous vampires will want to find this Crimson Apocalypse even more than he does.

and so……

Why bother having Helen fake her death? Was it really necessary?
Hawke didn't understand, but he could comprehend that he would absolutely not intervene if Gwen told him not to.

However, he was also reluctant to take action.

After all, his only known weakness is Gwen.

Who knows if his move this time will make those with ulterior motives hiding behind the scenes think they're after him and could start by targeting Helen and George or Howard and Simon?

He didn't want to give those ambitious people in the shadows the wrong impression.

and so……

He won't act unless Gwen asks.

Once again, so be it if I die. Anyway, I'll just go to the underworld. Going to the underworld is no different from going home.

Just like he just said to Gwen, he can't just throw Helen and George into the underworld.

This is impossible.

at this time.

Detective Hale also stepped out of the elevator.

Hawke greeted him.

"Detective Mahoney..."

"The rescue was timely, and the doctor said there was nothing serious; the bullet did not penetrate the heart."

"That's good."

"The sheriff is awake?"

"Correct."

"Then I'll go in first."

"Ok."

Detective Hale, who had just come out of Detective Mahoney's ward, said something to Hawke, who was standing at the door, then pushed the door open and saw a shocking scene.

The sheriff, who had been shot three times this morning and was almost lifeless when he was brought to the hospital, was now standing up, though his face was pale. He was full of energy.

Especially the arm that the doctor determined to be a comminuted fracture, was now unusually flexible.

Hale was shocked.

"Hiss, Sheriff, what you're doing..."

"Hare, come in quickly and close the door."

"..."

Hale was slightly taken aback and hadn't even had time to react before Gwen pulled her in.

after an hour.

Hale and a female police officer with her head down quickly walked out of the hospital, got into a police car, and drove away from the hospital.

Hawke and Gwen also returned to Stacy's apartment.

Gwen, who lay down on the bed, stretched and said, "God, I'm so tired."

Hawke smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Forget about God. God is our enemy now. You can call him God after I've conquered Heaven." Gwen blinked, and upon hearing this, she seemed to realize something. She sat up abruptly from the hospital bed and looked at Hawke.

"When Mom went to the safe house with Hale, there were no vampires, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.

Hawke looked helpless. He hadn't planned to ask, but he couldn't help shaking his head: "Why make it so complicated? Just say the word, and I can make New York City free of vampires."

Gwen shook her head instantly.

"no!"

"why?"

“This is Dad’s war, and…”

Gwen said this, then looked at Hawke: "Even if you don't intervene, you're protecting Dad, Mom, Howard, and Simon."

After all, it was she and Hawke who brought up the idea that Stacy's family should not help them no matter what happened.

Because Hawke only needs one weakness.

If there are too many, then it's no longer a weakness.

Instead, it's called a weakness.

The most important thing.

Gwen smiled at Hawke: "I called you, so you'll definitely help, right?"

Hawke responded with a smile.

"of course."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"correct."

Gwen smiled brightly, then changed the subject, looking at Hawke who was smiling and sitting down to hug her, his paws starting to wiggle: "What you just said, that if Daddy dies, you won't marry me, is that true?"

Hawke's body stiffened as he met Gwen's half-smiling eyes.

"That was a provocation, didn't you realize it?"

"is it?"

Gwen and Hawke watched as her little hand slowly moved down, her smile growing brighter, then she squeezed it tightly: "Is this how you try to provoke me?"

Hawke gasped and his lips twitched.

"Be careful, if you break it, I won't be the one who feels the pain."

"Who is that?"

"Whoever uses it will feel the pinch."

Hawke felt the small hand clenching tightly and looked at Gwen with a smile.

Gwen looked at Hawke's increasingly upturned lips and at the little Hawke growing stronger in her palm, took a deep breath, and decisively let go.

"Go to sleep, we have a play to perform tomorrow."

"..."

Yes.

acting.

A play performed for vampires.

After all, Helen is 'dead'.

Although Helen didn't die, she was dead, at least in the eyes of the vampires. George wanted to capture these vampires hiding in the shadows, and before he could flip the table like Hawke, he had no choice but to cooperate in this charade.

But George and Gwen knew it was all an act.

But Howard and Simon were unaware of this.

and so……

The two little ones were really crying.

The kind that's heartbreaking, utterly devastating.

Standing in the morgue, Hawke watched Howard and Simon, who were being pulled away by George and Gwen to prevent them from seeing their mother's body, crying even more heartbreakingly. He lowered his eyes slightly, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Especially at the funeral a week later.

Hawke even bought himself a pair of sunglasses. After putting them on, he covered his eyes and immersed himself in his inner world, thus maintaining an emotionless expression as he stared blankly at the new tombstone in front of him.

The name on the tombstone is clearly visible.

Helen Stacy.

The grave dug behind the tombstone symbolizes the slow burial of Helen Stacy's coffin.

George embraced Howard, who was crying again, his expression sorrowful.

Gwen, too, was pulling Simon along as he tried to run toward the coffin, her expression equally sorrowful.

As a professional detective, George's acting was always on point, flawless, because he needed to intimidate the suspect.

Gwen is beautiful.

Zhang Wuji's mother once said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to deceive people.

and so……

Gwen's acting skills are also impeccable.

Howard and Simon were completely kept in the dark. Over the past few days, the two little ones have been crying so hard that their voices are almost hoarse.

So whether George can use this act to lure out the vampire behind the scenes, Hawke doesn't know.

But Hawke was certain of one thing.

After everything was over, George and Gwen suffered the consequences.

However, Gwen still has some.

Because she could wait until things were over, and instead of going to the apartment, she could stay at 521A Palm Street and wait for the storm to pass before going back to her parents' home.

But not George. After this is over, he'll probably be sleeping on the sofa for at least a month or three months.

Hawke looked at the soil being pushed into the grave, and at the father and daughter putting on an act, and felt a little smug as he looked at George, who was also wearing sunglasses but couldn't hide his sadness, and had a ring on his finger.

The ring on George's finger was not the Sun Ring that Catherine had previously sent him.

But it's a sun ring.

This was what appeared on George's bedside when they returned to the ward from the morgue that day, along with a cell phone and a note.

The note described the effects of the sun ring and the function of the cell phone.

But it hasn't rung for days.

Until now.

Just as Helen's coffin was being lowered into the ground, George felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A flash of anger crossed his face. He then handed Howard to Gwen and went to answer the call himself.

Catherine, who was also attending the funeral as a guest, walked to Hawke's side.

"Sir, do you need me to catch that vampire?"

"Need not."

Hawke shook his head: "They like to act, let them act, we'll just watch."

Catherine nodded and said nothing more.

Hawke's eyes, peering through his sunglasses, were fixed on a figure dressed in black standing on a rooftop overlooking the cemetery, also holding a cell phone.

His six senses were activated, and he heard the man in black making a phone call with perfect clarity, along with George's voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Sheriff Stacy, please accept my condolences."

"murderer!"

"It will be soon, Sheriff Stacy. The killer will come to you to turn himself in soon. By the way, Sheriff Stacy, have you felt that extraordinary power since you've joined us?"

"..."

George did not speak.

but……

He definitely felt it.

Whether it was his strength, his speed, or even his physique, everything was surging at a visible speed.

There's just something wrong with it.

He must drink blood.

The vampire standing on the rooftop had a twisted smile: "But Sheriff Stacy, you have quite an appetite. A newborn vampire usually only needs one bag of blood a day, but you've bought quite a few blood bags this week."

In a federal society, everything can be bought and sold.

Blood can also be bought, with a clearly marked price. As long as you're willing to pay, you can buy a truckload of blood and use it to water your plants.

George remained expressionless.

"Isn't this what you wanted to see?"

"Yes, that's right."

The vampire on the rooftop nodded without denying it, then changed the subject: "But just sucking blood bags isn't good, that's all frozen blood. Sheriff Stacy, you should try some fresh blood. Trust me, you'll like it."

talking.

The vampire took the phone from his ear, typed a text message, and sent it.

George looked at the incoming text message.

Click to open.

He frowned.

"Hudson Meat Processing Plant..."

"Yes."

The vampire on the rooftop said with a bright smile, "Sheriff Stacy, at 11 p.m., go there and tell the doorman that you were invited by Cole. I have arranged a gift for you. After you accept it, I think we can meet."

George frowned: "What gift? What are you planning to do?"

The vampire on the rooftop smiled mysteriously: "You'll like our greeting gift, I promise, Sheriff Stacy. After all, if you don't like it, our meeting might be indefinitely postponed, and your friend Ben might never return. Eleven o'clock tonight, Sheriff Stacy!"

Say it.

The vampire on the rooftop hung up the phone, then turned around, leaped into the air, and vanished from the rooftop in a flash.

George, who was on the phone not far away, frowned.

Hudson Meat Processing Plant.

Hawke raised an eyebrow and looked at Catherine beside him.

Catherine understood.

"This is a carnival for New York vampires, a place where some new generation vampires gather to enjoy parties and blood."

"Like the Crimson Apocalypse, is it also from that Dickon Frost guy?"

"Yes."

"..."

(End of this chapter)