Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 93 Top-Tier Off-Field Assistance from Anna

Chapter 93 Top-Tier Off-Field Assistance from Anna (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe!!)

What New York City looks like late at night.

The bright lights of Manhattan?
Brooklyn lights on?

Queens is silent?

Although most New Yorkers keep the habit of going home as soon as possible at night, New York City, as an international city, also has its own unique nightlife.

There was chaos in bars across Manhattan.

On the empty streets, racers whizzed past in their cars.

On the road near Morningside Park.

A luxury car stopped on the side of a street. A revealing girl standing under a streetlight not far away smiled charmingly, twisted her hips and got into the car. Before the car started, she had already bent down consciously.

In a nearby alley, three hippies who had come out to rob people, or as they'd call them, stared wide-eyed, their eyes wide open in death.

Pfft!
The fourth-place runner had just run away, but seeing his companion die instantly, he ran back out of loyalty, thinking he could turn the tables. The hippie followed in his companion's footsteps and fell down with him on the ground, which was still covered in sewage.

Sewage splashes.

Just when the sewage was about to splash on Hawke, Hawke took a step forward and instantly appeared at the exit of the alley. Then his nose moved slightly, and he walked across the street without stopping.

Across the street is a six-story building with a mottled exterior wall.

Hawke, who was standing downstairs, raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on a window on the left side of the third floor.

The conversation between three people inside was very clear.

"Shit, fuck, shit!"

"Stop cursing. I just found out. Roy is dead."

"……real?"

"He's dead! He's going to die! He has to die! If he doesn't die, and she survives and knows her husband is dead, she'll definitely sell us out."

"Yes."

"Now what?"

"Why not just find an opportunity to kill someone from behind? We'll get 500,000, which is enough to split between the three of us."

"That's crazy. Why would you take half a million when you can take one million?"

"You're crazy. How can you get a million in this situation?"

"..."

Hawke listened to the three people in the room discussing in low voices, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

found it!
Hawke smiled slightly, then glanced at the surveillance camera with its head drooping not far away, and walked into the six-story apartment building in front of him with an expressionless face. Then he went straight up the stairs to the third floor and finally stood in front of a door.

next second.

Push the door!

Boom!
The anti-locking device in the room snapped and the door opened from the outside in an instant.

The three people who were talking in the house, smoking, drinking and discussing the next countermeasures were stunned when they heard the door open, then subconsciously stood up from the sofa and looked at Hawke who pushed the door open.

then……

There is no more.

The heads of two men, one black and one white, were removed and their headless bodies lay on the floor, bleeding profusely.

The smell of blood spread instantly.

The only survivor was now lying on the ground, looking at the head that had rolled to the ground with a look of astonishment on his face in horror.

He was shaking with fear and forgot to scream or control his bladder.

The sound of dripping water was very clear in the very quiet room.

Hawke glanced at the pale white man slumped on the ground.

"Hold it back!"

"Zi!"

The dripping sound disappeared instantly.

The white man raised his head tremblingly and looked at Hawke, his pale and bloodless lips trembling.

"Don't... don't kill me."

"name."

Hawke lowered his head and wiped his hands with a towel, then glanced at the white man expressionlessly: "Who hired you?"

As soon as these words came out.

The white man, whose brain was still a little confused, shuddered and reacted.

next second.

A thought came to my mind.

"can not say!"

"Don't tell me there's a chance I'll survive."

"But if I tell you, I'm dead."

White people are criminals, not fools.

As a criminal, no one knows better than him what will happen to a person when he loses his value.

Now that both of his companions were dead, his value became significant.

and so……

As his thoughts raced, the white man took a deep breath, his face no longer looked pale, and his legs stopped shaking. Now that he had the confidence, he gained courage.

Hawke looked at the white man who was trembling one second, but dared to look him in the face and stood up by supporting himself on the floor the next second, his expression a little surprised.

The white man stared at Hawke and sneered.

"If you want to know who hired me, then let me go and I'll..."

"puff!"

The white man, who hadn't finished speaking, suddenly felt the world spinning around him, and then he saw a magical scene.

A headless body stood on the floor, bleeding profusely.

Wait a moment.

Why does that dress look so familiar?

Just as the white man was stunned, a huge pain suddenly surged into his mind, and then he was swallowed by endless darkness.

Boom!
The headless corpse fell to the ground with a limp sound.

Hawke looked at the headless corpse and shook his head speechlessly.

A fool so stupid he could be in a museum.

after an hour.

Hawke returned to his home on Palm Street.

In the living room, Hawke took out the second cell phone Gwen had given him after Quantico, dialed a number, and looked at a driver's license in his hand.

Davon Simmons.

It was the driver's license of that idiot who just thought he had the qualifications and ability to negotiate with him and was so stupid that he could be put in a museum.

The call was answered quickly.

Anna's voice came from the other end with a hint of surprise.

"Hawk!"

"Good evening, Anna. I hope I didn't disturb you."

"Good morning."

In a manor in Paris, Anna, wearing lace pajamas, opened the bedroom curtains and said with a smile: "It's seven o'clock in the morning in Paris."

Hawke suddenly realized, and then got straight to the point without any nonsense.

"Please help me check this person, mainly check his bank account to see if there is a transfer of $100,000. If so, please help me find the sender's information."

"No problem, do you have a name?"

"Davon Simmons, from New York."

Hawke gave the name on the driver's license in his hand.

If Davin Simmons had spoken less in the room just now, Hawke probably wouldn't have killed him.

But who made him hear Davin Simmons talking about the employer who had given him $100,000 in action funds when he was downstairs?

Just prepay.

It doesn't matter if Daven Simmons doesn't say anything. He just needs to find out who transferred the money to Daven.

Anna, who was in Paris, wrote down the name with a pen and responded.

"No problem, I'll arrange for someone to check it out when you need it."

"The sooner the better."

"Okay, I'll let you know as soon as there's news."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Anna smiled and waited until Hawke hung up the phone before hanging up.

After Quantico, Hawke was made an exception within the organization and was someone they had to win over. Since she was the first person to come into contact with Hawke, her status rose accordingly.

Just yesterday, she was still trying to think of an excuse to contact Hawke.

After all, it's a relationship.

Only when there is contact can a relationship be established. After a long time, if there is no contact, even the best relationship will fade.

result……

While she was still wondering how to contact Hawke, Hawke contacted her first.

This is good.

Anna thought to herself, then glanced at Daven Simmons' name on the handwritten paper, picked up the phone again, and made a call.

Since Hawke trusts her so much, she can't let Hawke down.

the next day.

Hawke returned to school on the school bus.

Gwen didn't come.

The kidnapping case happened just yesterday. Not only Gwen, but also Gwen's two younger brothers have asked for leave from school and stayed at home temporarily.

After all, it is safer to stay at home until the kidnapping case is solved and the cause is found.

When Gwen called in the morning and told Hawke not to pick her up, she also said that George had stayed at the Queens police station all night working on the attempted kidnapping case.

But Gwen didn't come, someone else did.

mary jane.

Mary, who seemed to have been waiting in the parking lot for a long time, her eyes lit up when she saw Hawke getting off the school bus. She pulled Peter beside her and ran up.

Mary's eyes flashed with gossip, and she lowered her voice to ask a series of questions: "Hawk, what happened? Is it a kidnapping? Is it true? Who did it? Do you know?"

Hawke was stunned by the machine-gun-like questions, then looked at Peter without saying a word, but his meaning was very clear.

Your girlfriend, take care of her.

Peter smiled sheepishly.

The meaning is also very simple.

Between him and Mary, Mary makes the decision on small matters and he makes the decision on big matters, but it is Mary who decides on matters that are not big or small.

It’s over.

The spider spirit has completely become a domesticated spider.

Hawke thought to himself, there was no other way but to go on stage. He said to Mary curiously, "Didn't you and Peter take leave at the beginning of the school year? Don't you have to go to work today?"

As soon as school started, Mary asked Peter for leave.

Mary went to work in a restaurant.

Peter returned to the Daily Bugle and earned bonuses by selling his selfies to save for his future college living expenses.

Mary rolled her eyes, "Gwen has such a big problem, we definitely have to come over."

Hawke nodded, then quickly answered the question Mary had just asked: "Okay, the kidnapping attempt failed, the person hasn't been found yet, Gwen is staying home for the time being, is there anything else?"

Mary shook her head.

Hawke smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll go find the counselor first."

do not care.

Take a leave first, and after solving Gwen's kidnapping case, we will go directly to Africa.

Hawke's request for leave did not encounter any obstacles, and the counselor readily agreed to Hawke's request for leave.

If you have enough credits and are accepted into a university, it is unlikely that you will be rejected by the counselor.

and……

The good news is not just Hawke's leave.

Just as Hawke came out of the counselor's office, his cell phone rang.

It was sent by Anna.

Hawke clicked on the text message and looked at the name Anna had sent. He raised his eyebrows and thought of a sentence in his mind.

To cut weeds, we must remove the roots.