Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 323 Hawke's Method of Solving Crimes (Second Update!!)
Hawke was puzzled.

He is clearly a very kind person.

but……

Why do people always mistake his kindness for foolishness and vulnerability to being deceived?

Alexander Pierce is an example.

The same applies to Neptune Namor.

Now it's Covinus's turn, and the same applies.

Is the saying "Those who know when to yield are the heroes" really just an old saying from the East?

Forget it.

Hawke sighed, rose from his seat, and looked at Covinus, who was standing with the captain of the guard.

"I'm already so amazing, haven't you ever thought that my hearing is also very good?"

"..."

Covinus's expression changed instantly.

next second.

A golden, dazzling phoenix ray shot out, vaporizing Corvinus with a bang, along with the other surviving vampires, including the captain of the guard.

in a blink.

The castle was empty.

wrong.

There is one survivor.

Carter, a vampire lying on the floor, was now breathing but not exhaling, his body covered in bruises.

Hawke's gaze fell on the vampire Carter.

Vampire Carter's gaze, filled with endless pleading, fell upon Hawke.

Eyes facing each other.

Hawke smiled slightly.

"boom!"

"puff!"

Now the castle is truly and completely empty.

Hawke's pupils shimmered with gold.

"The Blood God's Messenger?"

"Ah."

Nineteen years ago, after Bruce and Andor faked their deaths, they found Carter one after the other. Carter was indeed instructed by someone to switch them.

But Carter didn't deny it; instead, he revealed the origins of the person who instigated it.

Blood God Messenger.

These two messengers appeared before Bruce and Andor, and in Carter's words, their vitality was more vigorous than any pure-blooded vampire.

As payment for Carter's eventual conversion of Bruce and Andor, the two Blood God Messengers also purified Carter.

This transformed Carter from a mixed-blood vampire into a pure-blooded vampire.

For the next decade or so, Carter maintained secret one-way contact with the two Blood God Messengers. The most recent contact was to have Bruce and Andor infiltrate the so-called Blood Pack Squad so that they could go to New York City.

As for why, Carter really didn't know.

And this is the information that Covinus concealed.

Hawke's five senses had already been elevated to their peak after he awakened his cosmos.

So, although he appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, he actually witnessed the entire process of the guard captain interrogating the vampire Carter as if he were there himself.

Not to mention that after the guard captain came out, he whispered something to Covinus right in front of him.

The results of it.

Covinus concealed this information, assuming that Covinus was unaware of it.

This is simply treating him like a donkey and making a fool of him.

Hawke felt that if he didn't lose his temper, he would be insulting himself.

"I'm giving you a chance to live."

"You don't cherish it."

"Why bother."

Hawke glanced around the now empty, lifeless, and utterly devoid of any vampire aura at the castle, then turned and stepped out with his right foot.

0.02 seconds, or 19.5 milliseconds later.

Hawke returned to New York City in the afternoon.

"Hey!"

"Shet!"

Sharon, who was just about to leave her office to greet Gwen, heard the voice behind her, turned around, and was startled to see Hawke standing in her office. She clutched her chest and exclaimed, "Didn't you go to Paris?"

Hawke shrugged.

"came back."

"Is the problem solved?"

"No."

Hawke shook his head: "Those two vampires and their blood servants?"

"The vampires are still searching, but Blood Servants already have agents at their door."

"address."

"Jersey City, Maple Leaf Street..."

"Have your men withdraw."

After receiving the address, Hawke said something, then turned and disappeared from Sharon's office once again.

next second.

Hawke appeared at the home of Giorno Bruno, the blood servant of Covinus, who was the detective who handled the Andrew Chloe case back then and is now retired.

With his white hair and aged face, wearing a house dress, Giorno Bruno was happily cooking in the kitchen, humming a song, seemingly unaware of Hawke's arrival.

Hawke stood in the living room, looking at Giorno Bruno, who had his back to him.

Giorno Bruno hummed a song as he stirred the beef cubes frying in the pan.

Time ticks by.

The beef cubes in the pot gradually turned brown and charred.

into the eye.

Giorno Bruno continued humming, but beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.

He tried to make out the person standing motionless behind him out of the corner of his eye, his mind racing.

Hawke smelled the burnt beef bits in the pot.

"You intend to ..."

"Bang!"

Just as Hawke finished speaking, Giorno, who was over fifty years old, nimbly threw the pot at Hawke behind him. At the same time, he turned around, squatted down, and pulled out the weapon that was attached to the island platform behind him.

He stood up and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"boom--!!!"

The twelve bullets, which had emptied the magazine almost instantly, whistled out of the barrel and then, in Giorno Bruno's increasingly distorted look of surprise, landed in front of Hawke along with the iron pot.

Hawke glanced at Giorno Bruno and raised an eyebrow.

boom!
Giorno, who was standing behind the island counter, was suddenly lifted into the air, his back slamming against the kitchen window. As the window shattered, he landed directly on the stove, which hadn't been turned off yet.

Giorno's pupils dilated at a visible speed, and his expression also became ferocious at a visible speed.

"what--!!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, Giorno jumped off the stove, slapping his buttocks repeatedly to try and ease the pain.

Two rings of blisters were visibly formed on his buttocks.

Hawke had a sudden thought.

A hissing sound.

Giorno's limbs were stretched out, he was lifted into the air, passed over the island platform, and then hovered in front of Hawke.

“Andrew Chloe”.

"explain."

Hawke looked calmly at Giorno, who was still screaming and yelling: "You can keep screaming, but no matter how hard you scream, no one outside will hear you."

Giorno, his hair white and sweat beading on his forehead, gritted his teeth.

"I don't know what Andrew is..."

"Kacha!"

"what--!!"

Giorno's neck veins bulged as he stared wide-eyed at the piece of his left arm lying on the floor in disbelief.

His left arm.

But strangely enough, after his left arm was dislocated, no blood gushed out from the wound.

Hawke's lips curled into a smile.

"I think George made a mistake."

"What blood servant?"

"Isn't this also a vampire? But, judging from your appearance, if I'm not mistaken, it must be either Bruce Jerry or Andor Yage who came back from Paris who transformed you."

"..."

Giorno continued to scream in agony as he listened to Hawke's words.

But I was terrified inside.

Yes.

He was turned into a vampire just over a month ago.

Back then, he could indeed transform into a vampire along with Bruce and Andor.

but……

Compared to the young Andorra, and Bruce, whose wife had just died, his wife and children were still alive, so he did not choose to become a vampire at that time.

Even after retiring five years ago, he had no intention of becoming a vampire.

Because his wife is still alive.

It wasn't until six months ago, when his wife died of illness, that he contacted Bruce to claim his payment, which was twenty years overdue.

but……

He didn't understand, even though that incident happened twenty years ago.

Hawke chuckled as he watched Giorno scream in agony, his eyes darting around. His gaze swept across the house before finally settling on a family portrait on the wall.

He glanced at Giorno in the family photo, then turned to look at the frozen image of Giorno, and smiled as he pointed to the young couple standing together holding a baby in the family photo: "Your son, daughter-in-law, and your grandson?"

Giorno's screams abruptly stopped.

He roared at Hawke, who was taking out his phone to take a family photo.

"Stop! What are you doing? What are you doing?"

"What not to do?"

After taking the photo, Hawke sent it to Sharon, then made a phone call and put it on speakerphone in front of Giorno.

“Sharon…”

Did you receive the photos?

"They're doing facial recognition, and they've found it."

"Bring him back."

"No, damn it, no!"

"clear."

Hawke hung up the phone, staring expressionlessly at Giorno, who was screaming in anguish.

Giorno glared at Hawke: "My son and grandson are innocent, don't touch them."

Hawke scoffed.

"I haven't introduced myself yet."

"My name is Hawke."

"Hawk Phoenix!"

"Or, Hawke Chloe."

As Giorno's pupils gradually contracted, Hawke said calmly, "Andrew Chloe's son, now you're telling me your son and grandson are innocent? I guarantee I'll tear your son and grandson to pieces and throw them in front of you."

Giorno trembled all over.

next second.

His body trembled even more violently.

"I didn't kill your father, so why are you here looking for me?"

"What do you think?"

Hawke spoke calmly, raising his wrist: "You have ten seconds, Giorno. Either speak now, or in ten seconds, your son and grandson will become food for wild dogs. Believe me, I mean what I say."

Giorno clenched his teeth.

Hawke remained expressionless.

Eyes facing each other.

Almost at the very last ten seconds.

Giorno closed his eyes and roared.

"We were just helping to get the body out of the country."

"...corpse?"

Hawke raised an eyebrow and looked at Giorno.

"What corpse?"

“The body of Andrew Chloe.”

"..."

(End of this chapter)