Hawk didn't drive a taxi into Quantico, but instead got a ride.
He drove his taxi into the water about a dozen kilometers from the town, then walked along the road toward the town.
But he was lucky.
After walking about a kilometer, Hawk met a female military family member who lived in the town and had just returned from a shopping trip.
After learning Hawk's destination, the female family member enthusiastically invited Hawk into the car, and Hawk didn't refuse.
Once the car entered the town, there was no drama of the female family member realizing Hawk was a newcomer and inviting him to stay at her home.
Instead,the female family member dropped Hawk off at the door of a clothing store in the town, and Hawk then walked a short distance before arriving at a motel.
Although he didn't have a car, a motel didn't necessarily require one to have one.
Money was enough.
After paying for the room, Hawke easily received his key.
After ascending to the second floor, he arrived at his room.
Before entering, he glanced back.
The entrance to the Quantico base was right in sight, not even that far away.
The base was heavily guarded.
Vehicles and pedestrians entering had to stop and be inspected.
Hawke glanced and then looked away.
It was too late today.
He'd go tomorrow.
Scout the area during the day.
Assault at night.
And then...
With all the hassles going on, even if the body of the Blackie was found, it would likely be ages before Hawke was found.
After all, it was just a Blackie.
In some other country, this would be a major incident, perhaps solved overnight.
But there were so many Blackies here.
Hawke figured that by the time law enforcement found him, he might already be wearing his armor.
By then...
I'm invincible, do whatever you want.
And Hawke didn't think they'd find him.
Just a joke.
The security cameras at the airport taxi stand weren't working.
As Hawke got into the car, he saw it firsthand: the only surveillance camera that could have captured him getting in had been decapitated.
That's why he didn't bother collecting Blackie's body.
Partly, it was indifferent, but partly, it was based on his understanding of the efficiency of the federal law enforcement system over the past decade.
The federal law enforcement system is relatively independent.
Simply put, if you commit a crime in New York City and are fingerprinted, and then commit another crime in California and leave fingerprints, California will likely be unable to confirm your identity based on your fingerprints.
This is because fingerprint data from law enforcement agencies in different states is not interoperable.
Furthermore…
Hawke had always been a law-abiding individual, with no criminal record at all, so his fingerprints weren't in the New York City database.
Therefore, even if law enforcement officers found Blackie and found his fingerprints on him, they wouldn't be able to track him down.
Half an hour later,Hawke was boxing, throwing his ten thousand punches into the air, then went into the bathroom for a shower.
A moment later.
When he emerged from the bathroom, he saw his phone ringing on the bed.
Just as he'd grabbed it, before he'd even managed to check the incoming call number, the screen went black and the ringtone faded.
"Huh?"
"Dead?"
Hawke paused for a moment, then thought about it, then didn't take it seriously, nor did he bother looking for a charger.
It was like he'd never used a phone before.
He didn't care about anyone in this world, and likewise, no one cared about him.
So…
Hawke shrugged, set the phone aside, and threw back the covers to lie down.
Sleep, sleep, work tomorrow,Hawke thought.
In less than three minutes, he'd drifted off to sleep, a faint snoring echoing through the room.
New York City.
In her room, Gwen frowned at the sound of the phone being turned off when she called again. She put her phone down, resting it against her chin.
With both hands on the keyboard, she opened a website, glanced at her phone verification code, and entered it.
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Soon,a map appeared on the computer screen.
A blip appeared on it.
But the blip wasn't Gwen's current location, or even New York City.
It was...
D.C.?
How did Hawke's phone end up in Washington, D.C.?
Could it have been stolen?
Gwen wondered.
She swore she wasn't tracking Hawke.
Just now, when she got home, she received a text message from her account, noting that her phone had left its usual location of New York City and appeared somewhere else, hence the text alert.
This reminded Gwen of something.
When she gave Hawke her personal phone, she'd cleared the data but hadn't removed the account.
Hawke hadn't asked, so she'd assumed he had.
Now,seeing Hawke's phone's last refresh showing Washington, D.C. before it turned off, Gwen immediately thought Hawke's phone had been stolen.
After all, there were plenty of thieves in New York City.
No,not quite, but a lot.
Gwen remembered her first phone, stolen from nowhere within three days of buying it.
A wave of resentment washed over her.
Never mind, she'd get him another one when school started.
Gwen shook her head, closed the phone's location service, and glanced again at the electronic newspaper displayed.
It was a copy of the newspaper published after the Battle of New York.
It even had illustrations.
The illustration showed a neighborhood in Jackson Heights practically razed to the ground.
Gwen was scrolling through the relevant reports with her mouse.
Just then,footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Gwen snapped back to her senses.
A flash of inspiration struck her.
She closed the website, rose from her chair, ran to the door, and opened it.
"Dad!"
"…"
George, who always came home to let his daughter know she was safe, was startled by Gwen, who suddenly opened the door, her eyes even glistening.
A faint smile crossed his face, but he shook his head.
"I don't have any new Spider-Man news to share with you today."
Recently, a Spider-Man has appeared in New York City who prefers to wear a uniform and a mask and go about his business.
The New York Police Department was very angry about this.
In a word.
If the New York vigilantes were useful, what would the police be for?
But apart from the New York Police Department, everyone else felt very novel.
The media was very happy, thinking they had found the latest hot topic.
Netizens were also very excited, and all the forums were gossiping about Spider-Man's identity.
Gwen was also a little curious.
Especially since she has a father who is a sheriff.
But...
Gwen shook her head and said, "Dad, I'm not interested in Spider-Man."
George smiled.
"Then you yesterday..."
"That was Mary who was curious, not me."
Gwen interrupted quickly, then got down to business, blinked, and looked at George.
"Dad, can I ask you a favor?"
"..."
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