Soon.
After Hawk took out what he needed from his backpack, he stood up, placed his hands on the glass wall, and tested the electromagnetic wall-climbing gloves he had just taken out for this mission.
He pressed down with both hands.
Adsorbed.
He released his hands.
Let go.
"Perfect."
Hawk clapped his hands, looking at the two electromagnetic gloves that both showed full charge: "As expected of Langley's products, the quality and functions are excellent."
Saying that,
Hawk glanced at the time on his wristwatch, and without any hesitation, he stood on the balcony of the twenty-sixth floor, directly leaping out, and just as he was about to fall, his gloved hands slapped against the glass exterior wall of the apartment building with a loud thud.
Instantly,
Hawk clung steadily to the glass exterior wall, approximately two hundred meters above the ground, just like a gecko.
Twenty-seventh floor.
Lam Hammer, wearing a large red ice-silk pajama and sporting a big belly, hummed along to the song playing from the speakers while leisurely opening the oven and taking out a freshly baked steak.
Lam Hammer, with his big belly and bald head, took a deep breath of the aroma wafting from the steak, squinted his eyes, and then turned to walk towards the bar, ready to enjoy his meal.
"Don't move!"
"..."
But just as Lam Hammer turned around, a silver beretta with a silencer was already pressed against his forehead.
Hawk looked at his target and, out of professional habit and his usual demeanor, confirmed: "Lam Hammer?"
Lam Hammer was startled at first.
The next second,
He was enraged!
"What the fuck!"
"Do you know where this is?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"I am Hammer, Hammer of Hammer Industries, you damned thing, you are..."
"Then it's correct."
"Pew!"
"Thud!"
Just as the enraged Lam Hammer, both terrified and furious, was spewing a torrent of words at Hawk, he suddenly saw a brilliant Fire and heard a "pew" sound from the dark muzzle aimed at his forehead.
The next second,
A hole appeared elegantly on Lam Hammer's forehead.
Lam Hammer's pupils instantly dilated, and all his words and consciousness vanished almost simultaneously. Then, his large and corpulent body fell straight backward onto the floor.
Hawk extended his right hand, steadily holding...
The freshly baked steak plate.
In this world, only food and love should not be wasted.
Thud!
The moment Hawk caught the steak, Lam Hammer's corpulent body intimately kissed the ground, letting out a heavy thud.
Blood also began to ooze from the hole in Lam Hammer's forehead.
Hawk held the gun in one hand and the steak plate in the other, tilting his head, staring at Lam Hammer lying on the ground, eyes wide open, with expressions of anger and bewilderment still on his face.
He was waiting for Lam Hammer to die completely.
Similarly...
Hawk was also waiting for the cheat in his mind.
He wondered what kind of surprise this target would bring him this time.
Seven seconds later,
Just as Lam Hammer's soul reached the entrance of hell, and at the moment his soul floated in, a milky White small orb of light struggled to float up from Lam Hammer's corpse on the floor.
White orb?
Trash.
Hawk looked at the appearing White orb, showing no surprise, and even a hint of disdain.
The White orb of light, struggling to float up from Lam Hammer's corpse, was like an item dropped by a monster upon death in a game. After it emerged, it bounced once, then shot up with a whoosh, directly flying into Hawk's body. Immediately, a voice resounded directly in Hawk's mind.
"Ding!"
"Posture +1"
"...Hmm?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow, feeling about twenty seemingly flashy but extremely difficult postures that he seemed to inherently know, deeply imprinted in his mind the moment the milky White orb entered him. He gasped, his gaze falling on Lam Hammer's corpse on the floor: "Good heavens, he's so fat, I didn't expect him to be able to pull off such difficult postures?"
For God's sake, these twenty postures that suddenly appeared, as if Hawk had always known them and were deeply ingrained in his mind, he had never even heard of them in this life, let alone seen them, not even in his previous life.
Indeed.
It had to be free U.S., where the rich were not only more reckless than each other but also more extravagant.
Hawk thought to himself, put away the beretta in his right hand, then picked up a piece of steak with his left hand and threw it into his mouth.
Upon tasting it,
The first impression was that this steak was simply not on the same level as the steaks sold in chain restaurants outside.
He'd take some back for Lorna later.
Hawk felt the texture and taste of the steak in his mouth, raised an eyebrow, thought of his younger sister at home, then quickly finished the steak on the plate. He then carried the empty plate to the sink at the bar.
After a while,
Hawk placed the clean plate aside, wiped his hands, and walked towards the still warm Albert Benson on the ground while taking out a note, which served as a 'self-authentication' document, from his pocket. He opened his phone's camera function and placed the note next to Lam Hammer's head.
"Click!"
Hawk put away the note, looked at the photo he had just taken, and after confirming that it met the requirements, he found his assassin agent, labeled 'Doctor', in his contacts. After composing the mission completion message, he sent it along with the photo.
This was an indispensable part of any assassin's routine after completing a mission, as you needed to prove that you indeed killed the target, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to receive the commission.
Soon,
Just as Hawk stood up to find a fresh-keeping bag and walked towards the refrigerator, his assassin agent's message replied with a ding.
"Received, well done. See you at the usual spot tomorrow. Another order has come in; the client is very urgent and wants it expedited. Price is not an issue!"
"Okay."
Hawk replied with an OK emoji, put away his phone, and while bending down to open the refrigerator and search for ingredients, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.
The commission for this order was three hundred thousand.
"Nice!"
Hawk happily packed a compartment full of steaks from the refrigerator into the fresh-keeping bag in his hand, secretly delighted: "The commission for this mission is three hundred thousand. The agent will take thirty percent in commission fees, leaving me with two hundred ten thousand. Very good, I've taken another step towards my small goal. With a little more effort, I'll strive to hatch that damned seed by the end of next year."
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