Inside the restaurant.
With a playful look, Hawke directly exposed the Butcher's feigned death, who lay in a pool of blood, eyes wide open, seemingly unwilling to die.
As his words fell.
The Butcher, lying on the floor, eyes wide, with a bullet hole in his forehead and four more on his body, blinked hard after Hawke's statement.
The next second.
The Butcher, with a bullet hole in his forehead, slowly got up, rising from the pool of blood on the floor, and then, his eyes gleamed with a wisdom that shouldn't belong to someone of his stature.
"How did you know I wasn't dead?"
"I guessed."
"That's impossible!"
"What's impossible?"
Hawke chuckled.
Alright.
He didn't guess.
As for how he knew the Butcher wasn't dead?
It's simple.
The Butcher didn't drop any skills.
[Current Stage: "Second Stage" (Growth Period)]
[Current Stage Additional Attribute: "Loot Drop!"]
[Loot Drop: "Whenever you successfully kill a living target, the target will randomly drop an attribute, skill, or treasure they are most proficient in, which will be applied to you: Strength, Speed, Constitution, Knowledge, Stance…"]
As long as it was a living target killed by Hawke, even a beggar, if he died, something would drop, even if that thing was completely useless.
But…
Whether Hawke could use it was his business, but if you died and didn't drop loot, that was your business.
In short.
You died, but you didn't drop loot, so there could only be one possibility.
You're not dead!
However…
Hawke was indeed a bit shocked to see the Butcher, who had been headshotted but was still not dead.
Even like this, he wasn't dead, and he looked completely fine after being headshotted.
Was this guy even human?
Wait a minute.
Could this guy be a Mutant or some Inhumans?
However, just as Hawke was about to ask more, the Butcher, still pondering Hawke's 'What's impossible?' remark, said in a deep voice, "With my disguise, you humans couldn't possibly have detected it."
You…
Humans?
Hawke raised an eyebrow, looking back at the Butcher.
That's an interesting thing to say.
The next second.
Hawke smiled: "We humans? So, you're an alien?"
The Butcher let out another grunt-like laugh, and after a while, he stopped, looking at Hawke: "You came to kill me, didn't you?"
Hawke waved his right hand, holding the beretta, and his left hand, holding the coffee: "Does that need to be guessed? Isn't it obvious?"
"You came for my target tonight, didn't you?"
"Perhaps."
Hawke's expression remained unchanged.
The Butcher sneered, turned his head to look at the increasingly flashing police lights outside the restaurant, then looked at Hawke: "If you only run, perhaps I can't kill you, but you also can't stop me from killing my target tonight."
His strength was great.
But Hawke's speed was fast.
All martial arts in the world are indestructible, only speed is unbreakable. Even if his strength was powerful, facing Hawke, who had a complete speed advantage, if his strength couldn't hit anyone, it was useless.
But similarly.
In the Butcher's view, perhaps he couldn't hit Hawke, who was as agile as a rabbit, but Hawke, relying solely on his speed advantage, wanting to stop him from killing tonight's target, was purely a pipe dream.
Hawke listened to the Butcher's words and nodded involuntarily: "You have a point."
It was still the same thing.
Hawke himself might not have many advantages, but he had a clear understanding of himself.
So…
Hawke sighed, placed the coffee in his left hand and the beretta in his right hand on the already ruined bar, slowly took off his jacket, folded it, carefully placed it on top of the beretta, then looked at the Butcher, and also chuckled: "Then let's stop playing!"
The Butcher opposite him, hearing these words, narrowed his eyes slightly.
The next second.
The Butcher saw Hawke, who had been standing opposite him, instantly vanish from his spot, and in just a moment of distraction, he had already appeared in front of him.
"Boom!"
Hawke's feet landed, directly shattering the already broken floor, then, with a horse stance uppercut, he directly punched, fiercely striking the Butcher's chest: "Thud!"
The Butcher's face changed instantly, and under the impact of this horse stance uppercut, he stumbled backward.
Seeing this, Hawke increased his speed again, once again catching up to the Butcher who was stumbling backward.
Bend the knee!
Raise the knee.
Shoryuken!
Hadouken!!!
Boom!
Instantly.
Hawke's fist directly struck the Butcher's chin, directly sending the stumbling Butcher airborne, his chin tilted back, spitting out a mouthful of teeth, flying through the air, and then heavily smashing onto the ground.
Boom!
Hawke landed, a smirk on his lips, tilted his head, and looked at the Butcher struggling to get up from the shattered tables and chairs: "It seems I'm not only faster than you, but my strength also seems to be about the same as yours."
The Butcher seemed a bit dazed from the beating; after getting up, he even shook his head. At this moment, there was no longer any madness on his face, only disbelief: "That's impossible, how could your strength be stronger than mine?"
Hawke snorted a laugh.
Why did he become an assassin?
To earn his hard-earned money, that was the main reason, but don't forget, his second talent was Loot Drop, and this talent only worked when killing living targets.
In these years as an assassin, although Hawke didn't earn money in the first two years as an apprentice, when he carried out missions with his mentor, the final shot was always fired by Hawke.
If he couldn't earn money, couldn't he earn other talents?
[Strength: "Eighty-nine"]
[Speed: "Seventy-six"]
[Constitution: "Eighty-eight"]
After four years in the assassin life, Hawke might not have accumulated four million towards his small goal of one hundred million, but whether it was strength, speed, or constitution, after these four years of accumulation, his three-dimensional stats were almost breaking into triple digits.
Do you know how much these three values are for ordinary people?
The strongest warrior's strength is only around thirty.
Captain America, who became a hunk during World War II by relying on the Super Soldier Serum, at most had values only slightly stronger than Hawke's current ones.
But Captain America also had his passive talent.
Fifty-fifty.
As long as the enemy was stronger than him, he could forcefully make it a fifty-fifty fight with this talent.
This was a BUG talent.
In short.
With this punch, with nearly triple-digit strength, what will you use to block it!
"Want to know?"
"I'll tell you when you're dead."
As his words fell.
Boom!
Hawke's triple-digit speed, to be precise, his seventy-six speed, went full throttle, instantly appearing in front of the Butcher again, then, leaping high, spinning in mid-air like a shot, a whip kick with a strength value of eighty-nine, capable of shattering steel and bone, under the dual enhancement of speed and strength, fiercely struck the Butcher's large head.
The next second.
Along with the Butcher being sent flying, a sound like a watermelon shattering echoed through the shattered restaurant!