A remote small town located fifty kilometers north of Quantico Town.
Hawk had seen the terrain around Quantico on satellite maps, so he roughly knew how to drive from the airport to Quantico.
So just now, when the young black man drove the car off his expected route, Hawk became suspicious.
His memory was already quite good, and after awakening Little Cosmos, his memory improved qualitatively.
Hawk got out of the car and looked around.
Remote.
Muddy.
Hmm.
It's a good place for robbery, murder, and burying a body. No wonder the young black man drove here.
Hawk thought to himself.
Behind him.
The young black man in the car, his nose battered and swollen, but his life was not in danger, just still screaming in pain.
Hawk hadn't killed him.
At least not yet.
After a while.
Hawk turned around, opened the car door, and with a pull of his right hand, he yanked the wailing driver out of the car with one hand, then tossed him onto the muddy dirt road caused by the rain.
"Thud!"
The driver, after being thrown to the ground, only felt dizzy, but driven by his survival instinct, he quickly got up from the ground and knelt in front of Hawk, his voice trembling: "Please don't kill me, please, I know I was wrong."
Hawk looked at the driver, who had been so arrogant earlier, now so pathetic.
His voice was cold.
"You don't know you were wrong, you just know you're about to die."
"..."
The driver's body stiffened, his pleading voice trembling even more.
Hawk squinted his eyes: "Give me a reason not to kill you."
The driver was slightly stunned.
The next second.
He looked up at Hawk with his battered and swollen face, speaking hastily, searching for hope to survive.
"My car is yours, my money, right, I have money, my money can be yours too."
"Not enough, if I kill you, your car and money will be mine anyway."
Hawk shook his head expressionlessly.
"Think again!"
"...You can't kill me, if you do, you'll be wanted. As long as you don't kill me, rest assured, I promise I won't talk about this, please don't kill me."
The driver spoke urgently, his eyes conveying an infinite desire to live.
Upon hearing this, Hawk glanced at the driver, lowering his eyes in contemplation.
He seemed to be considering how credible the driver's words were.
The driver kneeling before him felt a surge of joy in his heart when Hawk's gaze shifted away.
The driver continued to plead with his voice, while carefully moving his right hand towards his back waist.
The next second.
"Ya!"
The driver drew a folding knife from his waist, cursed, then suddenly jumped up with a sinister expression, clutching the folding knife as he lunged at Hawk: "Die!"
At the moment Hawk lifted his gaze, his eyes were cold as he slapped directly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The young black man's head spun rapidly like a wound-up clock in an instant.
Spinning faster.
Spinning tighter.
Until...
With a squelch!
His twisted neck finally snapped from the base of his neck.
"Splish!"
"Gurgle!"
Hawk looked down again at the driver's severed head rolling at his feet, a mocking smile curling on his lips.
"I really was considering sparing you."
"What a pity."
"Your kind has too strong an inherent vice."
"Afraid of power, not virtue!"
"I was about to offer you my only chance to be softhearted this lifetime, yet you thought I was afraid."
"Hah!"
Hawk thought, his gaze fell on the headless corpse that continued to spurt blood after losing its plug.
He wasn't lying, he truly was considering sparing the driver just now.
Not only because he had serious matters at hand at this place and didn't want killing this driver to unnecessarily complicate his future plans.
More importantly, another reason.
The bottom line.
Just as Hawk previously mentioned, once the bottom line is broken, even he couldn't imagine what he would become in the future.
Killing is like a valve.
Once the valve is opened, life will no longer be revered.
Especially for someone who traveled here and inherently had a flexible moral bottom line, this was even more true.
The previous Chitauri Soldier was different.
After all, Hawk had seen the true face of a Chitauri Soldier, and while they seemed humanoid, they were essentially bugs.
Humans don't feel guilty over killing bugs, and neither would Hawk bestow his principle or bottom line onto a bunch of creatures like them.
But this young black man was different.
Actually, he matched Hawk's thoughts.
Although this was Hawk's first kill in the true sense, looking at the headless corpse spurting blood, he felt no discomfort, not even any psychological activity.
No.
There was some.
This didn't feel much different from killing the Chitauri.
Hawk thought, instinctively closing his eyes.
He wasn't considering closing this valve again.
Some things are only zero times or countless times.
Currently, with the killing valve already open, whether he liked it or not, at least from today, he wouldn't exclude killing anymore.
Thinking of this.
Hawk turned, no longer looking at the head that fell into the dirt, nor the spouting headless body, opened the car door, got in, glanced at the blue sky, then slipped into the car, and drove away from this small road.
He wasn't interested in digging a hole for the young black man or anything.
The killing valve had been opened, never to be closed again, so whether the young black man's body was discovered or not, it wasn't a problem for him.
A kill is a kill.
Then, killing another, or countless more, was just a matter of number.
But...
"Can kill."
"Cannot be bloodthirsty."
"A true strong person always retains a humble heart."
Hawk thought silently, driving the cab out of the remote path, just glancing once, he found the correct road, then headed towards Quantico Town, which was still some distance away.
He just didn't have a driver's license in this life, but that didn't mean he couldn't drive.
As Hawk's vehicle exited the seldom-traveled path, the usual quiet and solitude returned.
About half an hour later.
Footsteps once again broke the quiet solitude of the small path.
Followed by a second, then a third.
Soon.
Three men wearing sunglasses arrived on the path, their gaze landing on the head in the mud and the headless corpse that had ceased spouting blood.
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