Hawk didn't take the matter to heart.
After returning home, he continued to connect his computer to his phone's hotspot and began browsing relevant information online.
The Battle of New York took place in June, and three months had passed since then, so photos and videos of Chitauri soldier weapons had more or less circulated online.
One could even find the value of related weapons.
For example, Hawk was currently browsing a low-level trading website.
He had stumbled upon it while surfing the web, initially thinking it was just a regular trading site, until he saw a video of a Western European girl being openly priced and bid on in real-time.
However, Hawk only glanced at it before moving on to something else.
Firstly, as he had just told Spider-Woman, he was not kind, at least not so soft-hearted as to help someone just because he saw them suffering.
In the past, when he needed help and needed someone to uphold justice, no one came to his aid.
So...
Let go of the savior complex, respect others' fates.
Of course, Hawk felt that while he wasn't a good person, he certainly wasn't an evil one either.
So he didn't continue watching the auction; instead, he chose to look away.
A moment later.
After browsing other posts selling Chitauri weapons on the black market forum, Hawk had a rough estimate of the five spoils of war in his possession.
The weapons of the Chitauri soldiers, those four miscellaneous troops, were roughly in the range of 150,000 to 200,000.
Of course, this was the price per single weapon.
As for the weapon he confiscated from the Chitauri Captain, there wasn't a similar one on the forum, but he already had a reserve price in mind.
At least 400,000.
Calculating at a price of 160,000 per weapon, four would be 640,000, plus the Captain's weapon, totaling 1,040,000.
Hmm.
Let's just call it one million.
Hawk thought to himself, then chose to open an anonymous post, placing his hands directly on the keyboard and starting to type.
"For sale: Four 99% new Chitauri soldier energy weapons, plus one Chitauri Captain energy weapon, package price one million. Interested parties contact me."
Click, send.
Hawk, who had just posted, originally thought it would take a long time for someone to reply, but to his surprise, someone contacted him just as he turned to pour himself a glass of Water.
Ding-dong.
Hawk heard the notification sound, carried his Water glass, and sat back down on the folding stool, then opened the message.
"Can I see photos?"
"...Yes, please wait."
Hawk rubbed his chin, replied to the message, then got up and returned to his bedroom, dragging out the weapons he had wrapped in a bedsheet from under the bed.
After dragging out the bedsheet, he looked at the still tightly wrapped sheet, blinked, then shook his head, pulled back the sheet, looked at the five weapons inside, then took out his phone, took a photo, and then got up and returned to the living room.
Soon.
The photo was successfully uploaded.
The other party quickly sent a new message.
"Received, looks very nice."
"Thanks, interested?"
"Of course."
Hawk raised an eyebrow, looking at the other party's reply.
Well, well.
Such good luck, it's going to sell already?
Hawk felt it was somewhat miraculous.
But then he thought, these are alien weapons; Earth doesn't have them, making them scarce products, and they're the kind that once sold, are gone. So, naturally, anyone who sees them would try to buy them immediately.
Just then, the other party sent another message.
"One million is fine, I'll take them, but only in-person transactions."
"..."
Hawk looked at this sentence and couldn't help but murmur again.
He seemed to have thought of something; speaking of which, some law enforcement officers, like the Federal Bureau of Investigation or the Central Intelligence Agency, like to lurk in the low-level black market networks for sting operations.
So, the person he was chatting with, on the other side of the computer, wouldn't happen to be a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent excited about catching a big fish, would he?
Hawk hesitated.
But he quickly smiled.
Who was he?
He even dared to trespass into Quantico Military Base; was he afraid of the Federal Bureau of Investigation?
If it was, then good, it would just break one of his lingering thoughts, and then he could just throw caution to the wind without any psychological burden.
Hawk thought to himself, then placed his hands on the keyboard and replied.
"No problem, you choose the address or I choose."
"You choose, I see your IP is in New York City, and I happen to be in New York City as well, so transactions can be done anywhere in the city."
"..."
Hawk raised an eyebrow, looking at the message sent by the other party.
He ruled out the possibility of the other party being a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent.
That's right.
His computer skills were just average, not those of an expert, so it would be very easy for the other party to find his location via IP. And if the other party were a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent, then by now, the Federal Bureau of Investigation agent should have knocked on his door and shouted: "Federal Bureau of Investigation! Open The Door!"
Hawk thought, subconsciously turning his head to look at the door.
Hmm.
No comedic effect whatsoever.
The door didn't knock, and the hallway outside was very quiet.
For some reason, Hawk felt a bit disappointed, but then he turned back, looked at the text on the computer, thought for a moment, and then typed a reply to the other side.
"How about Calvin in Glendale?"
"Okay, time?"
"Tomorrow morning?"
"Okay, do you want cash or a check?"
"Heh heh."
Hawk couldn't help but chuckle at the question from the other party: "Cash, of course, checks are subject to tax."
Especially this kind of unexpected income tax, the Internal Revenue Service collects it really harshly.
Let's put it this way.
After unexpected income exceeds 609,300, the Internal Revenue Service will collect thirty-seven percent.
In other words, if he took a check, the Internal Revenue Service would take 370,000 without doing anything.
It was simply robbery.
And it was legal robbery.
"Aren't you afraid that when you file taxes next year, the Internal Revenue Service will find issues and come looking for you?"
"They can try."
This was money he earned through his own ability; why should he pay taxes on it?
Hawk would never pay this tax.
If others had his ability, they would already be living in big houses and spacious apartments. He had been so law-abiding, only hoping to earn some money to improve his life. If that's the case and the Internal Revenue Service still plans to rob him, then they shouldn't blame him for going berserk.
The other party seemed to pause after seeing Hawk's reply.
After a while, the other party's reply came back.
"Okay, I've already arranged for someone to raise the money. One million in cash is no problem. Now there's only one last question."
"What?"
"How do I contact you when I get there tomorrow?"
"I'll find you."
"Good, it's a deal."
"It's a deal!"
"..."
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