In a single sentence.
This is no longer my World.
Morality?
Laws?
Get lost!
The only one who can judge me is my country!
After understanding this, Hawk no longer had any psychological barriers and plunged into the assassin industry, which was still considered a blue ocean industry at the time.
During these four years as an assassin, as Hawk gained a deeper understanding of the profession, he became increasingly at ease.
This is like a classic saying.
Guns don't kill people, guns are tools; people kill people.
An assassin, from a certain perspective, can also be considered a gun.
In other words, an assassin is actually a tool.
However, unlike ordinary tools, an assassin is a living tool, or in short, a tool-person.
Think about it.
An assassin won't kill for no reason.
Only when someone pays to hire an assassin will the assassins help the person who paid to solve their problems.
The only difference between an assassin and a gun is that some people buy guns to solve problems, while others choose to pay for an assassin to solve problems.
That's all.
From a certain perspective, there's no difference between an assassin and a Doctor; both help people solve problems, and it can be considered a meritorious profession.
So...
After Hawk clearly (and distortedly) understood the true meaning of the assassin profession, combined with his previous insights, he suddenly felt a sense of boundless freedom.
Anyway, everyone dies eventually.
How one dies is not important at all; rather than dying obscurely, it's better to die helping others solve problems. Such a death still has some value.
After a while.
Hawk's gaze shifted from the progress bar, which only read 3.35 million and was still a long way from 100 million, and he put away his cheat: "You'd better truly make me super-god after upgrading. If you dare to make me super-ghost, I'll go down with you."
Super-god!
This was the other main reason that supported Hawk for three years, day in and day out, to scrimp and save and invest his money into the cheat.
Otherwise...
Given the current timeline, Hawk strongly doubted if he could survive to the end intact.
When Hawk thought of Iron Man's sudden appearance two years ago, and the Hulk's rampage in New York last year, and then the great terror that would arrive in not many years, he felt an increasing sense of urgency.
Fortunately, he had a cheat.
As long as this cheat upgraded to the third stage, then Hawk would have the confidence to say "No!" to any person or anything that happened next.
My destiny is my own to decide!
An hour later.
"Thud!"
The mother and daughter, who had woken up downstairs about ten minutes earlier, watched as a backpack suddenly fell from the sky with a clatter onto their balcony, then simultaneously closed their eyes, pretending to be unconscious again.
The next second.
Hawk, using the same method, relying on his electromagnetic suction gloves, landed back on the twenty-sixth-floor balcony like a gecko, deftly took off his gloves, turned off the power, stuffed them back into the backpack, and then single-handedly picked up the backpack from the floor.
So heavy!
Hawk raised his eyebrows, walked from the balcony into the living room where Mrs. Strucker and her daughter Lauren were, glanced at the mother and daughter still tied to chairs and unconscious, and then looked at the chair that had moved a few inches towards the bar's landline phone.
"Heh."
Hawk suddenly chuckled, walked directly to the bar, took down the landline phone placed on it, estimated the distance, placed it on the floor, turned his head to look at the mother and daughter pretending to be unconscious in their chairs, and said to Mrs. Catherine Strucker in an apologetic tone: "I'm very sorry, Madam, for disturbing you tonight. Don't worry, I mean you no harm. In fact, my work is done. I apologize again for disturbing you."
After speaking.
Hawk stood up, put on his baseball cap and glasses again, completed his disguise, and then, carrying his now full backpack, walked towards the door.
With a thud.
The door closed.
Instantly.
Catherine Strucker, who was tied to the chair, head bowed, pretending to be unconscious, suddenly snapped her head up to look at the doorway. Hawk was nowhere to be seen.
He really left?
Mrs. Catherine Strucker instantly felt a sense of relief after surviving the ordeal, and then, looking at the phone quietly placed on the floor, she quickly moved her chair again.
Ding!
The elevator door opened.
The security guard, who was sitting at the front desk with his legs crossed, heard the elevator sound, put away the newspaper in his hand, looked at Hawk walking out of the elevator, and checked the time on his wristwatch: "Tutoring done?"
Hawk, once again not using the security gate, smiled and said to the security guard sitting behind the front desk: "Yes, thank you so much tonight."
The security guard laughed heartily and waved his hand: "Kid, you're very good. Remember, New York City will not let down any hardworking person. Hard work will definitely pay off. I'm even looking forward to seeing you move into this building soon."
Hawk smiled gratefully again, looking as if he had drunk the security guard's encouraging words, and nodded heavily: "I will, sir. I will definitely work hard."
"Keep it up!"
"Thank you, sir. I'll be going now."
"Alright, take care."
Soon.
Hawk walked out from the Star Tower behind him, and then, as he descended the steps, he turned and looked at the Star Tower behind him.
Hawk knew how famous the Star Tower was in New York.
Hawk had also thought about buying an apartment in this building. Putting aside the question of whether he had enough money at the time, Hawk had once consulted a real estate agency, and there wasn't a single vacant unit for sale in the Star Tower. Let alone for sale, not even one for rent.
So...
Even if Hawk had the money, there was nowhere to buy.
Now?
Perhaps there was a chance.
Hawk raised his eyebrows. Although the system only took his hard-earned money, other money wasn't useless. For example, Hawk had this time plundered at least 500,000 U.S. dollars worth of valuables from the target's home.
Hmm.
In that case, hard work indeed pays off.
Hawk's lips curled slightly upwards.
The next second.
Hawk's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he checked the time on his wristwatch.
Shit!
Nine forty-five.
It's so late, oh no, oh no, I need to hurry back. Lorna has probably already returned home.
After checking the time, Hawk immediately withdrew his gaze and quickly, carrying his backpack, left the Star Tower behind him.
Just then.
Ding-a-ling!
Inside the Star Tower behind him, the alarm instantly blared.
Woo-woo-woo!
Just as Hawk turned right into an alley, three police cars with flashing lights were already speeding towards the Star Tower.
...
Recommendation tickets
Monthly tickets
Begging for them!!!