Hearing Zoe's words, Hawk caught a keyword.
"This Lauren…"
Hawk originally wanted to say that Lauren wasn't a student at Midtown High School, so how could she come to their school, but as the words reached his lips, he noticed the expression on Zoe's face and immediately changed his tone: "I remember you're the only student from Star Tower, aren't you?"
That Lauren Strucker was a twelfth-grade student at Midtown High School.
Hawk had done his research.
After all, if he wanted to find someone familiar at Star Tower, why go far and wide?
But now?
WTF.
Zoe nodded: "That's right, Lauren was originally from Midtown High School, but wasn't her grades not good enough? So Mrs. Strucker found a school board member from our school. Today was supposed to be Lauren's first day of transfer, who knew something like this would happen."
Hawk: "…"
Just thinking about it made Zoe feel a chill down her spine.
This was a kidnapping.
And it was a kidnapping by a professional killer, even, a kidnapping at home in Star Tower, which was known as Little Langley of Manhattan.
The most important day.
It seemed that the reason Mrs. Strucker was able to call the police wasn't because of good luck, but because that killer had professional ethics.
God!
What if this was a killer without professional ethics, or rather, a thug without a bottom line who came in?
Zoe closed her eyes, somewhat unable to bear it, not daring to imagine what kind of treatment the beautiful Mrs. Catherine Strucker and her little friend Lauren Strucker would suffer if it were really like that.
Hawk was also a bit speechless listening to Zoe's words.
It was still the same old saying.
He had done his research. If he had known in advance that Lauren Strucker would transfer to Midtown High School, he wouldn't have used his classmates as an excuse, even if they weren't familiar.
But…
Forget it, it's fine.
Hawk's thoughts shifted. His disguise last night, even if a master of disguise came, they would have to kneel and walk, after all, last night, Hawk had even changed his temperament.
Arriving at biology class.
Hawk's morning classes today were different from Lorna's, so they weren't in the same classroom. After all, Lorna was still in eleventh-grade biology class.
"Good morning, Gwen."
"Good morning, Hawk."
Hawk walked to his seat and greeted Gwen, who was sitting next to him looking down at a book, and then there was nothing more.
In Gwen's words.
At school, the two of them weren't familiar.
Hmm.
Hawk also took out his biology book and placed it on the desk, then while waiting for the teacher to arrive, he thought about his meeting with his killer agent at noon today.
That order last night had already been approved. The 300,000 commission had already been withdrawn by his killer agent. After deducting 30% for commission, the remaining 210,000 commission would normally be directly deposited into Hawk's offshore bank account.
But because of a rush order, he had to meet at noon today to pick up the information.
Hawk was a bit curious about the target of this rush order.
Normally, such rush orders were more complex, but also the simplest.
To say it's complex is because few killers would take such rush orders. After all, haste makes mistakes, and killers are no exception. Even if the employer provides complete information, the killer will still do their own investigation to ensure there are no tricks in the order.
However, Hawk was not an ordinary killer.
In a word.
Hawk was short on money.
Very short.
It was already freaking 2011. Next year was the year the Chitauri attacked Earth. Although Hawk could just run away from New York next year.
But, can you hide for a while, can you hide forever?
Even if he hid from that wave of Chitauri, what about Thanos' snap crisis afterwards?
How to hide?
Thanos' snap was the fairest, equality for all beings, everyone had a fifty-fifty chance.
Hawk didn't want to put his life on that fifty percent chance. After all, he wasn't a life form of this Universe. Who knew if he would revive with Iron Man's snap half a year after the snap crisis.
What if not?
So…
Although there was still a tiny bit of distance from 100 million in hard-earned money.
But, how do you know it won't work if you don't try?
What if it works?
Students all know that the night before school starts, a pen, a lamp, and it gives you a miracle.
Hawk felt he could do it too!
It's just over ninety million in hard-earned money left, just work hard, take one order a week.
If a young man doesn't work hard, an old man will be sad.
One year, one hundred million, one gun, it's not impossible to create a miracle.
Just then.
Gwen, who was sitting next to him, looking down at her book, saw the teacher walk in from outside the door, put away her book, then glanced at Hawk, who seemed to be lost in thought, frowned, and directly nudged Hawk's calf with her foot from below.
Hawk instantly snapped back, saw the biology teacher, who had the nickname "Strict," walk in, looked at Gwen next to him, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved upwards.
Gwen subtly rolled her eyes at Hawk.
"Idiot, what are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about you."
"…Idiot!"
Gwen rolled her eyes at Hawk again, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and sat up very straight, exuding just one word.
Don't bother me, I'm going to study seriously.
At this moment, Gwen was not Gwen, but the very famous academic ace in New York City, the star student Midtown High School had recruited in recent years, renowned among students, the academic god Gwen.
Forty-five minutes later.
Hawk's notebook was blank, while Gwen's notebook next to him was already densely filled with over three pages of notes.
Teacher…
Did he really say that much?
Hawk blinked, looking at Gwen next to him, who had closed her notebook.
Gwen didn't even look at Hawk.
"My next class is French, what about you?"
"…Geometry."
Gwen looked at Hawk, who had a somewhat pained expression, showed a slight smile, and then said with a smile in French: "Bonne chance (Good luck!)"
If there was one subject Hawk hated the most, it was undoubtedly mathematics, any category of which Hawk disliked.
However…
This guy's foreign language skills were surprisingly high.
See?
Hawk, hearing Gwen's French wish of good luck, put away the pained expression on his face about geometry, and replied with a smile: "Thank you, if my suffering can make you happy."
Gwen raised an eyebrow. She had actually already completed her foreign language credits. French was just an elective she had chosen last month, but she knew very well that Hawk's French was very authentic, even with a genuine old Parisian accent.
"Speaking of which, why are you so talented in foreign languages—German, Russian, Spanish, even East Country language—but have no talent in mathematics?"
"Because I haven't met anyone who can give me this ability?"
"…"