When Hawk returned to school in the afternoon, he arrived just in time.
As soon as Hawk reached the lounge corridor, preparing to grab his books for class, the first thing he saw was Lorna, arms crossed, leaning against his locker, blowing a bubble with her gum.
Hawk raised an eyebrow and walked straight over.
Lorna's eyes lit up when she saw Hawk approaching, then she spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"Where did you go?"
"Went out to eat with a friend."
"A friend?"
Lorna blinked, "Was it John?"
John was their next-door neighbor, who moved in two years ago; he had a wife named Jane.
Hawk shook his head, took out the books he needed for his afternoon classes from his locker, and locked it. "No, you don't know her."
"I don't know her?"
"Mm."
"Then it's another woman I don't know, huh."
"...You could say that."
"Phew..."
Lorna's expression was very dramatic: she closed her eyes, clenched her fists, opened her eyes, released her small fists, and then, with a brilliant smile, looked at Hawk: "My dear brother, although there are still four years, I won't bother you, but you must ensure your health. If you're having so much fun now and can't perform in four years, I won't agree to that."
After she finished speaking,
Lorna once again left Hawk speechless, turned around on her own, and walked away elegantly.
Rose and mint-scented perfume...
No.
Chanel No. 5 perfume.
But among the people we know, it seems no one uses this, it's so expensive. Oh my goodness, Hawk didn't hook up with some classmate's mom, did he?
Lorna suddenly snapped back to reality, thought of the price of Chanel No. 5 perfume, and abruptly turned around, ready to thoroughly question Hawk.
But...
Hawk had already disappeared from the lounge corridor.
Lorna's afternoon class was Physics, while Hawk's was Federal History.
This time, Hawk swapped seats with a student near the corner. After sitting down, he first placed the documents he had retrieved from his assassin agent on the desk, then covered them with his Federal History textbook.
This operation was a specialized skill perfected during school days.
After all, Federal History classes were completely free points. The history of the Federation was only so long, not even a fraction of the history of the East Country.
However, this was also why Hawk liked Federal History class: it was easy to get credits and even easier to slack off.
Actually, after dinner, Hawk wanted to go straight back to school, not back to the hotel with Yekaterina.
After all, even if a celebrity and his agent got together, problems could easily arise, let alone an assassin and an agent?
Hawk also didn't want to have any emotional entanglements with Yekaterina. What if it affected his professional standards because of this? What then?
Agents are easy to find, but a trustworthy and capable agent is not so easy to find.
But...
Yekaterina gave Hawk a reason he couldn't refuse.
Ten thousand U.S. dollars.
Hawk yielded.
If it were simply ten thousand U.S. dollars, Hawk would definitely not have taken the money, but this ten thousand U.S. dollars could be calculated as part of the ten thousand U.S. dollars for the cheat.
U.S. dollars are easy to get, but U.S. dollars earned through blood and sweat are not.
How does that saying go?
One drop of essence for ten drops of blood.
Plus, that kind of activity makes people sweat, so it perfectly met all the cheat's definitions of blood and sweat money by both shedding blood and sweating.
This perverted system.
Hawk cursed the system inwardly. If he hadn't found the assassin profession, which allowed for 'recharging', he would have seriously suspected that this perverted system was completely trying to push him towards becoming a male escort.
At that time, when gods and gods held a meeting,
"How did you become a god?"
"By lying in bed and becoming a god?"
That would be so damn LOW to say.
No.
I must resist the temptation.
"System, I'm transferring money from the trunk."
"Ding!"
[Current progress: "3.57M / 100M"]
[Only ninety-six million four hundred fifty-three thousand blood and sweat money needed to upgrade to the next stage. Keep up the good work! Strive hard, the "blood and sweat money!!!" you transferred this time will once again pave the way for your glorious future!!]
"..."
Hawk's brow twitched as he looked at the words appearing in his vision, wishing he could smash this broken system with a hammer.
No matter how he looked at it, those words seemed to be mocking him.
...Forget it.
Read the book.
Hawk closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, reopened his eyes, glanced at the history teacher on the podium, then self-absorbedly began reading the extracurricular book hidden under his history textbook. Using the relatively complete information he had, he began a rough study of his current target, Arthur Stacy.
Arthur Stacy, male, forty-two years old, is a prosecutor in the New York City District Attorney's office. He joined at twenty-five, and over the years, the criminals he has put away include petty thieves, murderers, gang members, and even people from Wall Street.
From the information, he appears to be an upright and incorruptible prosecutor.
But...
What does that have to do with me?
After class, Hawk rolled up the documents in his hand, went into the restroom, ignited the documents and photos with a lighter, and thought to himself as he watched the ashes flush down the drain.
He's in a different World, he's an assassin, and he's still talking about morals and values?
Purely sick!
I, Hawk, assassin, have no morals!
Talking about morals, values, or even emotions in the World of assassins is something that will put oneself in danger.
This was what Hawk's mentor told him on the very first day.
Hawk always kept it in mind.
The second class in the afternoon was Physical Education.
However...
Hawk did not participate but sat in the stands of the stadium, holding a tablet, browsing recent news about the New York District Attorney's office.
Such urgent orders targeting district attorneys are usually very specific in their targeting.
Of course.
Normally, Hawk would not inquire about the information of the client paying the commission, but just as an urgent order is not a normal order, this time was not a normal situation either.
His mentor had also given him a warning about urgent orders on the day he graduated.
If one day you receive an urgent order, this order is urgent, but you must not be hasty; in fact, you must be more cautious and careful than ever before.
Hawk always kept his mentor's warning in mind.
So...
Hawk decided to investigate, to see if he could find this client. If something contentious arose after the mission was completed, he would know who to find.
Just as Hawk was seriously checking the District Attorney's information, his phone chimed with a text message.
He opened it.
Gwen: "Are you at the stadium? Is Lorna with you? If not, I'll come over later."
Hawk couldn't help but smile.