A remote town fifty kilometers north of Quantico.
Hawke had seen the terrain near Quantico on a satellite map, so he roughly knew how to drive to Quantico after leaving the airport.
So when the young black man drove the car away from his expected route just now, Hawke became suspicious.
His memory was already good, and after awakening the small universe, his memory also made a qualitative leap.
Hawke got out of the car and looked around.
Remote.
Muddy.
Hmm.
It's a good place to rob, kill and bury the body. No wonder Blackie drove the car here.
Hawke thought to himself.
Behind him.
Blackie in the car was bruised and swollen, but his life was not in danger. He was just screaming.
Hawke didn't kill him.
At least not yet.
After a while.
Hawke turned, opened the car door, and with a tug of his right hand, he single-handedly yanked the wailing Blackie out of the car.
He then threw him onto the muddy, rain-soaked dirt road.
"Plop!"
Blackie felt dizzy after being thrown to the ground, but driven by his instinct for survival, he swiftly climbed to his feet and knelt before Hawke, his voice trembling, "Please, don't kill me, please, don't kill me. I know I was wrong."
Hawke looked at Blackie, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, now in such a state of disgrace.
His voice was cold.
"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."
"..."
Blackie's body stiffened, his plea trembling even more.
Hawke narrowed his eyes, "Give me a reason not to kill you."
Blackie was momentarily stunned.
A moment later,he raised his bruised head and looked at Hawke, his voice hurried, searching for hope for survival.
"I'll give you my car, and my money. Oh, I have money, and I can give you my money, too."
"Not enough! Even if I kill you, your car and money will still be mine."
Hawke shook his head expressionlessly.
"Think about it!"
"...You can't kill me. If you do, you'll be wanted too. Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone about this. Please, don't kill me,"
Xiao Hei said hurriedly, his eyes revealing an infinite desire to live.
Hawke glanced at Xiao Hei, his eyes lowered in thought.
He seemed to be wondering how credible Xiao Hei's words were.
Xiao Hei, kneeling before him, felt a surge of joy when Hawke's gaze shifted away from him.
Xiao Hei continued to plead, his right hand carefully moving towards his lower back.
The next second.
"Ah!"
Xiao Hei pulled a folding knife from his waist with his right hand.
Then, with a strange cry, he suddenly leaped up, his expression ferocious, and with the folding knife in his hand, he lunged at Hawke in front of him.
"Go to hell!"
Hawke raised his eyes, his gaze icy, and slapped him directly.
Boom boom boom!
Xiao Hei's head instantly began to spin like clockwork.
It spun faster and faster.
It spun tighter and tighter.
Until...
Puff!
His neck, twisted into a knot and unable to hold on any longer, was torn apart at the neck.
"Puff chi chi!"
"Gu dong dong!"
Hawke lowered his eyes again, watching Xiao Hei tumble to his feet, his face still grimacing.
A hint of mocking smile played at the corner of his mouth.
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"I really was planning on letting you go."
"What a shame."
"People of your skin color are too inherently bad."
"You fear power, not virtue!"
"I'm giving you the one and only chance in this life to show some mercy, but you thought I was afraid."
"Huh!"
Hawke thought, his eyes falling on the headless corpse, blood spurting out of its skull plug.
He wasn't lying; he'd actually considered letting Blackie go.
It wasn't just because he was here on business, and he didn't want killing Blackie to cause complications that would affect his plans.
But there was another, more important reason.
A bottom line.
As Hawke had said before, once that bottom line was broken, one couldn't imagine what the future held.
Killing is like a valve.
Once that valve is opened, life is no longer revered.
This is especially true for a time traveler who already possesses a flexible moral compass.
The previous Chitauri soldiers were different.
After all, Hawke had seen their true appearance. Those Chitauri soldiers might resemble humans, but they were essentially insects.
Humans don't feel guilty about killing bugs, and Hawke wouldn't impose his principles and bottom line on a group of spirited bugs.
But the little black guy in front of him was different.
It was actually just as Hawke had imagined.
Although this was Hawke's first true murder, looking at the headless corpse spurting blood, he didn't feel any discomfort, not even the slightest bit of psychological activity.
No.
That's right.
This seemed no different from the slain Chitauri.
Hawke thought to himself, subconsciously closing his eyes.
He didn't think about closing the valve again.
There are only zero times and countless times for anything.
Now that the valve for killing has been opened, whether he likes it or not, at least from today on, killing will no longer be something he will reject.
Think about it.
Hawke turned away, no longer glancing at the head slumped in the dirt, or the headless corpse spurting blood beside it.
After opening the car door and getting in, he glanced up at the clear blue sky, then climbed in, stepped on the accelerator, and drove off the trail.
He had no interest in setting a trap for Blackie.
His killing spree was already unlocked; the possibility of other things was irrelevant.
Whether Blackie's body was found or not was no longer a concern for him.
Killing one was killing.
So, killing another, or even more, was simply a matter of quantity.
But...
"You can kill."
"You can't be bloodthirsty."
"A truly powerful person always maintains a humble heart,"
Hawke thought silently.
After driving the taxi out of the secluded lane, he only needed to glance to find the correct road and headed towards the town of Quantico, still a little distance away.
He simply didn't have a driver's license in this life, but that didn't mean he couldn't drive.
As Hawke's car exited this normally sparsely traveled path, it gradually returned to its former quiet and secluded state.
About half an hour later,a single sound of footsteps once again shattered the stillness of the secluded path.
Then came a second, and a third.
Soon,three men wearing sunglasses arrived, their gaze fixed on the head in the mud and the headless corpse, its blood no longer gushing.
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