Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 320 The Death of Andrew

Chapter 320 The Death of Andrew (First Update!)

Barry Allen, the Flash, will never know how many Flashes traveled back in time on the day his mother died.

Hawke had initially thought that the statement was a joke.

Until the story applies to me.

He originally thought that on the day his biological father, Andrew Chloe, died, there was only one angel who had traveled back in time to New York City, namely Father John.

Never thought...

The two tall, thin white gunmen who pretended to meet him by chance and shot his biological father, Andrew Chloe, were also angels.

It's just that it's from an earlier timeline than his.

And he was an angel who tore off his own angel wings, turning himself into an ordinary person... a death squad member?
Hawke thought to himself.

That's why, even though he had recorded the scents of the two gunmen on the day Andrew Chloe died twenty years ago, he couldn't find them when he returned to New York City, despite being under the influence of his seven senses.

but--

Since the metaphysical approach won't work, let's try the scientific one.

And he knew who to turn to.

George Stacy!
Yes.

His future father-in-law.

"Was my father the patrol officer in this case?"

On the way to the 21st Precinct, Gwen, sitting in the passenger seat, looked somewhat incredulous: "Was it him who came to inform Amy Chloe that Andrew Chloe had unfortunately passed away?"

Hawke smiled slightly and glanced at Gwen.

"Surprise?"

“This is no surprise, Hawke.”

Gwen looked at Hawke with a serious expression: "Death is never a serious matter, especially since that day was a turning point for you."

Hawke readily accepted the good advice.

"Feel sorry."

"but……"

Gwen accepted Hawke's apology for treating the ordeal as a joke and said with some curiosity, "My dad was just a patrol officer on this case. If we want to find the two gunmen, shouldn't we go to the detective who was in charge of the case at the time?"

Hawke smiled slightly, and while waiting at the traffic light, he reached into the back seat with his right hand and grabbed a file that Sharon Carter had printed out in the trunk. He then handed it to Gwen.

Gwen took the file and began to peruse its contents.

Just as Gwen said.

Initially, George Stacy was just a patrol officer in the Andrew Chloe case.

but!
This case was also the first murder in George Stacy's career as a patrol officer.

Well known.

The first time is always special and memorable for men.

As for the reason——

"hiss!"

"Did Dad reopen this case a month ago?"

Gwen flipped to the end and saw that Sheriff George Stacy of the 21st Precinct had reopened the investigation. Her eyes widened in surprise: "Wait, this case hasn't been solved?"

Hawke shook his head: "No."

For George Stacy, this was the first murder case of his patrol career.

But for the two detectives in charge of the case at the time, this case was just one of many unsolved cases in their detective careers.

Unremarkable.

No characteristics at all.

After two weeks of investigation, the two detectives announced the termination of the investigation, citing a gangland feud.

Without him.

Since the port where Andrew Chloe worked was indeed Hell's Kitchen gang territory, the two detectives' speculation that it was a gangland feud was perfectly reasonable at the time.

...bullshit!
“Amy Chloe refused to sign the body claim form, insisting that the deceased (Andrew Chloe) was not a gangster and refused to claim the body.”

"The body has since been kept in a freezer in a forensic office in Brooklyn."

“A month ago, the 21st Precinct, which reopened the case, took the body away.”

"..."

Gwen flipped through the file to the end, then looked at Hawke, opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but felt that she couldn't say anything.

Hawke spoke for Gwen.

"Aren't we very much destined to be together?"

"..."

Gwen rolled her eyes and said softly, "I know you don't have feelings for Chloe, but give it a try. Don't take suffering for granted."

Hawke met Gwen's gentle, admonishing gaze, his smile vanished, he responded with a sound of agreement, and drove off to the 21st Precinct.

Sitting in the sheriff's office, George, wearing a sun ring, leaned back in his chair, staring wide-eyed at Hawke, his tone somewhat incredulous.

"Are you Andrew Chloe's child?"

"Yes."

"Dad, you've asked this three times already."

Standing to the side, Gwen said something speechlessly, then quickly steered the conversation back on track: "Dad, were you the patrol officer in this case back then?"

"Correct."

"I remember it very clearly."

“That was the day after your birth and baptism. I was out with my patrol partner when we received a message and, as requested by the precinct, found Amy Chloe and brought her back to the precinct to identify her body and answer her questions.”

"That was the first murder case in my career as a patrol officer."

“And Amy Chloe caused a scene a few times back then, so I remember it very well.”

George glanced at his beloved daughter Gwen, then looked at Hawke, recounting memories related to the Andrew Chloe case as if recalling something.

Since becoming a vampire, he has discovered that his memory is far, far better than before.

“Amy Chloe has never agreed with Giorno and Bruce’s conclusions.”

"Gioruno and Bruce were the detectives in charge of the case at the time."

“Amy Chloe insists that her husband is not a gang member, and she says that on the day of the incident, the convenience store manager also said that a patrol officer chased after the two gunmen.”

"But this wasn't mentioned in Giorno and Bruce's reports."

"Therefore, Amy Chloe does not approve of Giorno and Bruce's investigation and insists on changing detectives to conduct the investigation."

"So, did you change it in the end?" Gwen asked curiously.

George smiled.

"1995?"

"Change the detective?"

"How can it be."

Gwen was speechless.

Right.

The 1990s were the golden age of rampant growth for New York detectives.

Hawke frowned and asked, "Were there any patrol officers chasing after them?"

In his memory, there were indeed two patrol officers passing by at the time, and one of them did chase after them.

George glanced at Hawke.

"Have!"

"This matter has caused quite a stir."

"The sheriff at the time also intervened and gave Giorno and Bruce a good scolding. There were indeed patrol officers who chased after the two gunmen, but they didn't catch up."

"Moreover, the patrol officer didn't get a clear look at what the two gunmen looked like."

"In addition, the patrol officer asked Giorno and Bruce not to write an extra report, so the two of them did not write this matter in the report."

"Afterwards, the sheriff told me to go and explain the situation to Amy Chloe."

"I'm going."

"But the house has already been sold, and Amy Chloe has disappeared."

"until--"

"One month ago!"

"..."

Hawke raised his eyebrows.

Gwen was also staring intently at her father.

George didn't keep them in suspense.

“A month and a half ago, I was stopped by someone on my way home.”

"Amy Chloe".

"She said she saw the news in the newspaper about us removing the shoe feet and knew that I was now the sergeant of the 21st Precinct."

“Amy has requested that the investigation into her husband’s death be reopened.”

“But how can you just reopen cases from other branches?”

“I initially refused, so I told her that back then, the patrolman only didn’t report it because he was afraid of the trouble.”

"result……"

“Amy Chloe told me that she was being threatened, which is why she chose to move and send her children to church.”

"only……"

At this point, George looked at Hawke with a strange expression, his tone somewhat wistful: "I never thought that child would be you."

Hawke was no longer surprised by George's surprised look.

He shrugged, his expression calm.

Gwen, sitting to the side, listened intently and kept asking questions.

"And then, did Mrs. Chloe tell you who threatened her?"

"Have."

George looked away from Gwen and nodded with a smile: "She said that after she refused to sign, she was followed and threatened by Bruce and that patrolman before she moved out of the house."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

Gwen's eyes widened.

"So, you've chosen to reopen the investigation?"

“I was thinking of doing this, but these are only Amy’s statements. I can’t just reopen a murder investigation based on one person’s statement, especially since the person being investigated is one of my own.”

"Not to mention, Bruce was killed in a capture operation nineteen years ago."

"That patrolman also died in a fire that year."

“Under these circumstances, if I were to investigate them, even if I were the precinct sergeant, I would be condemned to death.”

George shook his head with a helpless expression.

one more time.

He was just serious, not pedantic.

As someone who came from the grassroots, no one understood better than him how much of a storm an investigation into police officers could cause.

Especially the two police officers and patrolmen who sacrificed their lives in the line of duty.

Let alone him, even if it were the police chief at headquarters, any attempt to reopen the investigation into these two officers and patrol officers would be met with resistance.

The police officers' union might even go on strike and hold a protest because of this.

Hawke frowned as he listened to George's words.

"But you still reopened the investigation. If that's the case, then it means you do have some evidence, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

George looked at Hawke and smiled slightly: "I see Bruce."

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

Gwen blinked.

"Dad, didn't you say that Bruce died nineteen years ago?"

"Yes."

George nodded: "I attended Bruce's funeral nineteen years ago."

While talking.

George opened his drawer, took out a photograph, and handed it to Hawke: "But a month ago, I saw Bruce at the vampire bar."