A "corpse" lay on the ground.
A "corpse" lay on the interrogation table.
Alex Wylanck, his mouth wide open, a silver-white suppressor in it, listened to the words "Gwen is my girlfriend" coming from Hawk's mouth. His already strange expression, due to his wide-open mouth, instantly turned to one of extreme terror.
"Woo woo woo..."
"Pfft!"
A sound like a watermelon splitting suddenly came out, followed by a gush of liquid-like substance from the back of Alex Wylanck's head.
The next second.
Alex Wylanck, still terrified and flailing his hands, trying to say something, froze. After that crisp sound, the look of terror on his face seemed to stop, and his flailing arms dropped powerlessly.
In his eyes...
His consciousness was fading at the speed of light.
Thud.
Under the force of gravity, Alex Wylanck fell limply onto the floor behind him, hitting the interrogation chair with a thud, then collapsing onto the floor.
Dead.
Hawk chuckled, looking at Alex Wylanck's prone form.
Turn...
Wait.
Hawk suddenly thought of something, stopped turning, then turned back to look at Alex Wylanck's body on the floor. He raised his right arm, checked the time on his wristwatch, then refocused his gaze on Alex Wylanck, who lay motionless on the ground.
Another one faking death?
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Heh."
Hawk's mind raced, and he seemed to have thought of something, snorting a laugh. He stepped forward, standing over Alex Wylanck's body. He raised the beretta in his right hand, aimed the muzzle at the head, from which red blood was oozing, and pulled the trigger: "Pfft pfft pfft!"
In less than a second, Hawk emptied the magazine.
Instantly.
Alex Wylanck, who had been lying on the ground with his eyes closed, appearing dead, suddenly snapped open his eyes. He then saw the bullets that had been unleashed onto his head a second ago.
"No..."
"Pfft pfft pfft pfft!"
The gunshots stopped.
Alex Wylanck's head...
Was also gone.
Just then, as Hawk expressionlessly reloaded the beretta, a red orb, visible only to Hawk, shot out from Alex Wylanck's body, then whooshed directly into Hawk's body.
"Ding!"
"Strength +1"
"Speed +2"
"Mind +1"
"Foreign Language: Skrull language +1"
"Talent: "Skrull's Disguise", "Fragment +1""
"Current Skrull's Disguise Talent Fragments: "2/10""
Now he's really dead.
Hawk had almost forgotten that the two Stacy were not truly dead. Fortunately, he suddenly remembered that after he killed someone, the dead would drop loot.
Otherwise...
However!
Hawk frowned slightly, looking down at Alex Wylanck's body, which, after losing its head, was gradually transforming into the Skrull corpse he had seen in the restaurant last night, white with a hint of green.
Good heavens.
I was just saying that casually, and he really is a hybrid.
Hawk took a deep breath, looking at Alex Wylanck, who, after completing the body transformation, began to ooze white-green liquid. He was speechless.
Do aliens not have reproductive isolation from Earthlings?
...It seems not.
Hawk blinked, thinking of a certain Star-Lord, who was also born from a union with an alien.
Alright.
Hawk came back to his senses, his gaze falling on George Stacy, who lay on the interrogation table, and Arthur Stacy, who lay on the other side. He frowned, took out a note from his pocket, and threw it onto George Stacy. Then, he checked his wristwatch, which had entered a three-minute countdown.
Turn around.
Leave.
"Bang."
After exiting the interrogation room, Hawk looked at the empty corridor. After closing the interrogation room door behind him, he pulled down the brim of his hat and quickly walked towards the exit not far away.
Open the door.
Close the door.
He put the keys back on the waist of the drowsy police officer at the door.
All in one smooth motion.
Hawk stood up and walked out expressionlessly, following the direction he had come from.
However...
Just as Hawk turned the corner, he ran into an acquaintance.
Kevin Ryan, whom he had met in the elevator earlier.
"Hey."
Kevin Ryan, who was holding a stack of documents and seemed to be heading to the interrogation room, was startled when he encountered Hawk at the corner, then happily said, "Buddy, still here?"
Hawk's brow twitched, then quickly recovered, smiling, "Leaving soon."
"Thanks."
Kevin Ryan patted Hawk's shoulder, saying happily, "If it weren't for you guys from the 32nd Precinct helping out, we wouldn't have caught the guy who placed the order so quickly. Thanks a lot."
Yes.
Just now, after confirming the location of Thompson, with whom Alex Wylanck had been speaking, the closest patrol team from the 32nd Precinct happened to be near the location. A minute ago, Thompson, cornered, chose to surrender under the New York Police Department's firepower.
That's right.
Upon receiving this news, Kate Beckett couldn't wait to call George, intending to tell him the good news.
But George didn't answer his phone, so Kevin Ryan decided to go directly to the interrogation room to tell George the great news.
Hawk's expression remained unchanged: "Caught him? That's great."
Perfect.
It saves me from having to grind attribute points next to Gwen.
Grinding attribute points is satisfying, but if it's exposed, it could be a bit troublesome.
Hawk congratulated Kevin Ryan, who seemed to be a natural at making friends with everyone, then put on an apologetic expression: "Well, I'll be going now, Detective."
"Alright, take care, thanks, buddy."
"You're welcome."
Kevin Ryan smiled as he watched Hawk enter the elevator, even waving his hand in a very friendly manner, as if to say, "Sir, come again whenever you have time."
But...
As Kevin waved, he felt something was off. His arm gradually stopped, and then his gaze fell on the hand he had just used to pat Hawk's shoulder.
Red.
No.
Bright red.
Blood!
"Huh?"
Kevin brought his palm to his nose and sniffed, then turned to look at the uniformed officer who was sitting with his head down by the iron railing, seemingly dozing off.
Just then, the uniformed officer who was coming to relieve him also walked over.
The relief officer, seeing his colleague leaning motionless against the wall, couldn't help but nudge him.
The next second.
Kevin Ryan's pupils dilated as he watched the uniformed officer slide off the chair after being pushed. He instantly froze in place, completely stunned.
WTF!