Hawk and Gwen turned their heads to look.
Upon seeing.
Outside the path, two police officers, a man and a woman, saw the bodies of four masked robbers with twisted necks on the ground, then quickly drew their service pistols and nervously aimed them at Hawk and Gwen, who were standing.
Gwen quickly spoke up.
"My dad is the Captain of the 19th Precinct."
"..."
George, who was working in the precinct, rushed to the scene as quickly as possible after receiving news from the Queens Precinct.
The scene had already been cordoned off.
When George got out of the police car, the first thing he saw was Gwen and Hawk standing together not far away, answering questions from the Queens detective.
"Gwen!"
"Dad."
Gwen heard the voice and her eyes lit up as she saw George, dressed in a white shirt, approaching.
The police officers and detectives nearby also quickly greeted and saluted George as he approached, following protocol.
George, focused, came to Gwen's front, his tone anxious and concerned.
"How are you, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Gwen smiled and shook her head, then looked at Hawk beside her and replied to George, "Hawk arrived very timely."
George heard this, looked at Hawk beside him, said nothing, and just nodded.
Hawk smiled slightly, as a response.
Just then.
The Captain of the Queens Precinct, who was within the cordon, turned to look at George after hearing the report and called out, "George!"
George looked in the direction of the voice, saw his friend who served as Captain in the Queens Precinct, turned back to Gwen, said something, and then walked towards the cordon.
"Allen, what's going on?"
"Preliminary judgment, it should be a kidnapping."
"Kidnapping?"
"Mhm."
Allen, who served as Captain in Queens and was also George's friend, looked at George approaching, pointed to the restraints and tape found in the corolla nearby, and then seemed to think of something, looking at George: "Gwen's boyfriend is quite capable."
George was slightly stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Look."
Allen pointed to the four bodies on the ground, a combination of three Black and one White, whose masks had been removed and whose heads were twisted 180 degrees, and said, "The forensic doctor just checked, there were no gun wounds, all were broken by bare hands."
George looked at the state of the four bodies, first showing a surprised expression, and subconsciously turned to glance at Hawk standing outside.
Gwen caught George's gaze, nudged Hawk with her elbow, and whispered.
"Dad is curious about you."
"It's nothing."
Hawk didn't mind.
His current strength was entirely due to his continuous thousand days of persistent effort and self-improvement.
The cheat…
It just provided an opportunity, and Hawk just firmly grasped that opportunity.
Punching ten thousand times for a thousand consecutive days.
This sounds simple, but how many can truly persevere?
So!
Why hide strength obtained through one's own ability?
The first time he went to Quantico, he only wore a mask and didn't hide much.
Afterwards, Lizard Dr., and Hulk, and then Quantico again, he didn't even think about hiding himself anymore.
One sentence.
When one becomes wealthy, one should return to their hometown and display their glory before others.
Do not travel at night in fine clothes, but sing freely under the open sky.
Playing the pig to eat the tiger?
No!
He plays the game of openly displaying his power!
Hawk thought to himself, then smiled and met George's gaze across the cordon, who had turned to look this way.
Four eyes met.
George was the first to withdraw his gaze, looking at the detective who ran to his friend Allen to report information.
"Abu Rumber."
"From the Devil Gang."
"He was just bailed out of prison half a month ago, the other three are also from the Devil Gang, and the middle-aged woman sent to the hospital for emergency treatment is Abu Rumber's wife."
"Devil Gang."
Allen, the Captain of the Queens Precinct, listened to the report and subconsciously looked at his friend George: "Are they coming for you?"
Because the Devil Gang was not a Queens gang, but from Manhattan, and their main area of activity was the 19th Precinct.
George heard this and looked at Allen: "I'm a felony supervisor, organized crime is not under my jurisdiction."
Cases related to gangs are managed by the Organized Crime Investigation Division.
He was primarily responsible for homicide cases in his jurisdiction.
Allen frowned slightly.
"Then who is this for? It can't be for Gwen herself, can it?"
"How is the one sent to the hospital?"
"Still don't know."
Allen looked at the time on his wristwatch and said to George, "Shall we go to the hospital together to see?"
George nodded.
He didn't ask Allen to hand the case over to him.
Because even if Allen did, it would be difficult for him to take over this case, as it involved gangs, and even if Allen handed it over to the 19th Precinct, the one taking over the investigation would be the Captain responsible for gangs in the precinct.
Moreover…
This case happened within the jurisdiction of the Queens Precinct, and Allen might not even hand it over.
But it's fine if he doesn't, this way is also acceptable, no matter what, he's involved now.
"Gwen."
"Uncle Allen."
Gwen, who was also discussing the case with Hawk, looked at Captain Allen, who had walked over with her father, and after regaining her composure, sweetly greeted him.
Allen smiled and said, "You weren't frightened, were you?"
Gwen looked at her father's gaze falling on Hawk, smiled, and linked her arm with Hawk's as she said to Allen, "Uncle Allen, you've already asked me twice, I'm fine, Hawk protected me very well, I'm okay, really."
George watched his little cabbage linking arms with the wild boar, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
Captain Allen, beside him, laughed heartily, then seemed to think of something and looked at George: "Gwen is eighteen this year, right? And she'll graduate from university in three years. Oh right, George, how much have you saved for Gwen's wedding fund?"
It is well known.
In the Federation, typically, the bride's parents prepare a sum of money for the wedding expenses, and if there's a surplus, the honeymoon travel expenses are also paid by the bride's parents.
George didn't speak, but just gave his bad friend a poker face, then took out the keys to his police car, which he had just driven, from his pocket and tossed them to Hawk.
Hawk opened his right hand and steadily caught the keys.
"You take Gwen home first."
"Okay."
Hawk nodded and led Gwen towards the police car George had just driven, which was not far away.
As for his audi a8 and Gwen's corolla, the car keys had already been given to the Glory Insurance agent who arrived a step earlier than George.
They would send both cars to the repair company after the Captain lifted the scene's cordon, and after repairs, the cars would be delivered to their homes.
Soon.
Hawk stepped on the gas, openly driving the police car, and left the scene.
Captain Allen of the Queens Precinct watched the police car drive away, withdrew his gaze, and walked with George towards a vehicle not far away, asking curiously, "Your future son-in-law seems quite good, is he also from Berkeley?"
George shook his head: "No, from New York University School of Law."
Captain Allen heard this, looked at George, his expression solemn: "Studying law, studying law is good."
He can retreat to be a wealthy lawyer.
He can advance to be a powerful council member.
Studying law, this law must be studied.
However…
"Have you checked his background?"
"I have, he's an orphan."
"Hiss!"
Captain Allen, who had gotten into the car, looked at George, who had gotten into the passenger seat, and once again gasped in surprise.
He subconsciously looked at the shining black audi a8 not far away under the sun.
"An orphan, an audi a8, are you sure?"
"He moved a few days ago."
"What?"
"He used to be in the Bridge Apartments, now he lives on Palm Street in East Village."
"..."
Bridge Apartments, a famous low-income apartment complex in Queens.
Palm Street, East Village, a similarly famous wealthy community in Manhattan.
"Hiss!"
Allen couldn't help but gasp again.
"He…"
"Incredible, isn't it?"
"What's going on?"
"I don't know."
George looked at the serious-faced Allen and shook his head: "The only thing I'm sure of is that the money he used to buy the house came from a very clear source."
Allen frowned.
George seemed to guess what Allen wanted to say, smiled, and said faintly: "Because the IRS didn't bother him."
Allen instantly shut up.
This reason was unassailable.
Why do criminals' money need to be laundered first?
To bring the money into the light?
No.
After laundering, no matter how it's done, taxes must be paid. Only when taxes are paid will the tax bureau not bother you.
One sentence.
Money that is not bothered by the tax bureau is money that can be brought into the light.
In the evening.
When George returned home, Hawk and Gwen were in the living room with Helen, watching a new episode of Desperate Housewives.
Upon seeing George return home, Gwen quickly asked, "Dad, how is it?"
George took off his coat as he walked towards the bar: "Emergency treatment failed."
Gwen was stunned: "Dead?"
Hawk, hearing this, his eyes flickered slightly.
Good enough.
No need for a finishing blow.
Helen already knew what had happened and looked at George with some concern: "Why would someone want to kidnap Gwen out of the blue? Is it aimed at you?"
"Allen is still investigating."
George poured himself a glass of whiskey, stood behind the bar, took a sip, and then said to Helen: "Don't go out alone for a while. Two police officers have also been arranged downstairs. If anything happens, have them accompany you. Safety first."
Helen and Gwen nodded in unison upon hearing this.
Arrogant criminals retaliating against police family members.
This is very normal.
Helen and Gwen were also very clear about the next steps.
Hawk saw George had returned, and also got up from the sofa: "Mr. Stacy, I'll head back then."
George looked at Hawk, grunted, and then said.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, protecting Gwen is what I should do."
Hawk smiled.
Gwen walked Hawk to the apartment door.
A police car across the street gave a sense of security.
"Then you be careful too."
"Don't worry."
Hawk smiled, said goodbye to Gwen, and walked towards the subway.
Soon.
Hawk, who had turned a corner and disappeared from Gwen's sight, stopped, and took a deep breath.
The next second.
All five senses activated!
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