Prosecutor Arthur Stacy's apartment was located somewhere on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, and since yesterday, the building had been completely surrounded, three layers deep, by officers from the New York Police Department.
There was nothing that could be done.
After all, Prosecutor Arthur Stacy's entire family had a bounty on their heads.
Oh, and George Stacy and his daughter, Gwen Stacy.
However...
Unlike Jill Stacy, who had been trembling slightly since learning about the bounty last night, Gwen Stacy, who was also on the bounty list, showed no fear on her face; instead, she comforted her cousin, Jill Stacy, who was beside her.
"Don't worry, it'll be fine. Dad and Uncle will definitely sort this out. Besides, didn't we make it home safely?"
"..."
Jill opened her mouth and looked at Gwen.
Safe?
Are you serious?
Have you forgotten what happened on our way back last night?
Good heavens.
This is Manhattan, not a war zone.
If it weren't for...
"Oh, right."
Jill suddenly thought of something, snapped back to reality, and turned to Gwen, who was comforting her, saying, "Gwen, Uncle George just said that the Killer King from yesterday was after us?"
Gwen's gaze passed through the bedroom door, looking at the several detectives gathered on the living room sofa, and she nodded: "Dad just said that."
"Then, what about the other person?"
"What?"
"The one who killed the Killer King."
Jill's eyes lit up: "Shoot, do you think that person could be your boyfriend? After all, his car was at the scene, and you told me last night that car was your boyfriend's. Do you think he knew and specially came to protect us last night?"
At this moment.
Killer King and beauty.
Overbearing Killer King falls in love with an intellectual woman.
All sorts of incredible, yet indeed, typical teenage girl fantasies flooded into Jill's mind.
Gwen looked at the expression on Jill's face, and her own expression was a bit speechless: "What are you thinking? Hawk's car was stolen. We reported it after we left. How could it be Hawk?"
Jill's expression was a little disappointed: "It's not? I thought it was. If it were, I wouldn't have to worry so much. After all, Killer Kings who typically perform such protection missions are top-tier Killer Kings, just like in Hollywood movies, the kind who would overturn the entire Killer King world for their girlfriend."
Gwen chuckled: "So that's a movie. This is reality, Jill. Reality is often harsh."
Jill shrugged, but her disappointed expression seemed to reveal a sense of having revealed the truth: "But I don't think it's such a coincidence. One second we have a bounty on our heads, and the next second his car appears at the scene."
Gwen didn't speak.
However...
As Gwen listened to Jill's words, her eyes also became a little thoughtful, recalling the phone call she made to Hawk after seeing Hawk's car at the scene last night.
If Jill hadn't said anything, Gwen might not have thought of this.
But...
After Jill said that, Gwen suddenly vaguely remembered that the faint sound of a police siren from the phone call to Hawk, after seeing Hawk's car at the scene last night, didn't sound like it was in the parking lot Hawk mentioned.
Instead...
Gwen blinked.
Her brain was spinning rapidly.
In the living room.
Ten minutes earlier, Detective Hayes, who had found the relevant information and rushed to the apartment, handed two documents to George Stacy, who was sitting on the sofa with Prosecutor Arthur Stacy: "These are the files on the two Killer Kings from last night."
George took them.
He opened them.
The first page was a photo of the Killer King Butcher.
But...
The person in this photo, no matter how you looked at it, could not be linked to the green corpse they saw in the restaurant ruins last night.
Detective Hayes said from the side: "Didn't those two Department of Homeland Security agents say that the Killer King codenamed Butcher broke into a biochemical experimental Base two hours ago, causing his body to mutate?"
This explanation...
George, at least, didn't believe it.
However, George didn't say anything; instead, he put Butcher's file aside and began to read the other file in his hand.
Hawk...
No.
It was the file on the Killer King codenamed King.
If Butcher's file combined was like a book, then the information George had on Killer King in his hand could only be described as a few pages.
To be precise, it was one photo, plus two pages.
Moreover, this was the only photo found of Hawk since his debut.
The photo was clearly cropped from surveillance footage. In the footage, Hawk was dressed in a suit, wearing sunglasses, and holding a cup of coffee. Through his left hand holding the coffee, one could clearly see the tattoo on the back of his hand.
Detective Hayes next to him introduced: "Killer King, real name unknown, age unknown, specializes in using beretta handguns. His information is scarce within the New York Police Department. The laboratory is currently performing ballistic matching on the bullet holes left in the restaurant."
George put down this sole captured photo and looked at the remaining two pages, which were densely filled with names and locations: "This is..."
Detective Hayes pointed to the two pages in George's hand: "These are the unsolved Killer King cases in New York City from the past two years. If I'm not mistaken, once the ballistic tests at the laboratory are complete, these cases can be closed."
George looked up at Bob Hayes.
"Bob, are you saying..."
"Yes."
Bob Hayes nodded and said in a deep voice: "These cases all have a very obvious characteristic: after killing someone, the culprit would ransack the victims' homes, attempting to disguise it as a home invasion. However, his modus operandi is very professional. Since last year, our people have suspected that this was disguised by a Killer King, and we also obtained a name through our informant, which is the name Killer King. But this Killer King is very cunning. For the past two years, we haven't found any photos of him. The photo from last night is the only photo we've had in two years that can prove he is Killer King."
Upon hearing this, George immediately frowned.
Prosecutor Arthur Stacy, who had been sitting silently beside them, spoke up at this moment: "Detective Hayes, according to what you're saying, both of these people are Killer Kings. Then why did they attack each other last night? You should know that Jill and Gwen were less than three hundred meters away from them at the time."
Bob Hayes looked at Arthur Stacy: "That's also where we're confused."
Arthur Stacy: "..."
George: "..."