Palm Community is located in East Village.
East Village in Manhattan.
This area was originally the core of Manhattan, with scarce and expensive land.
Before the Battle of New York, this mansion, with an actual usable area of six thousand square feet, fully customized floor-to-ceiling windows, high-end building materials, a Stark smart home system, and being a detached Villa, would have been priced around twenty million U.S. dollars.
So...
Twelve million.
Not expensive!
As Hawk uttered the word "swipe," the female agent in front of him felt as if her soul was about to leave her body.
Gwen, who was still envisioning sitting by a fireplace during a snowy winter, also jolted back to reality, watching the female agent take Hawk's bank card, her eyes wide as she stared at Hawk.
Hawk's expression was calm.
Just as he had said before.
After awakening his Little Universe, money was no longer a necessity for him; if he wanted it, money was merely a number.
With power comes wealth.
This is the ultimate truth!
Similarly, tempted by the high commission fee, the female agent patted her chest and promised Hawk that the property transfer would be completed within three hours.
Soon.
The female agent floored the accelerator, driving her Porsche towards the housing administration.
Hawk and Gwen turned and re-entered the room.
Then...
He was cornered by Gwen.
Hawk, with his back against the wall, looked at Gwen, who was pinning him with her hands on the wall, staring intently, and was momentarily stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Hawk!"
"Hmm?"
Gwen's pretty face was serious: "What exactly did you do at Quantico?"
Hawk heard this and immediately chuckled: "I thought you wouldn't ask."
Half a month had passed since the Quantico incident. During this time, Hawk had wondered if Gwen would ask him what exactly he did there.
But Gwen never asked.
Hawk wasn't one to gossip, so since Gwen didn't ask, he never brought it up.
He had originally thought Gwen would never ask.
Unexpectedly...
Gwen withdrew her hands and shrugged: "I wasn't planning on asking, but it's clear I have to now."
Although she knew Hawk had a million U.S. dollars before he went to Quantico.
Gwen was well aware of the origin of that million U.S. dollars.
The two million donation from the church just now, Gwen could barely accept.
But this twelve million?
Unimaginable.
Completely unimaginable.
Her father, George, even if he worked at the New York Police Department for a hundred years, his salary and bonuses combined probably wouldn't be enough.
So the answer was very clear.
Hawk didn't have such a large sum of money before going to Quantico, but he did after returning, so this money could only have been earned by Hawk while he was at Quantico.
So...
Quantico, what exactly happened?
Gwen actually didn't know what exactly happened at Quantico the day Hawk went there.
Because the woman named Natasha didn't tell her; she just said that Hawk had been found, but Gwen, just in case, didn't say much over the phone, only telling Hawk to come home early.
After that, Natasha gave her an address, and by the time she arrived at the airport, Natasha had already left, and she didn't tell her what exactly had happened.
Gwen didn't pay much attention at first.
She thought she might find out by watching the news in a few days, so she kept an eye on news reports, especially those from the U.S. capital region, during those days.
The result...
Everything was in order.
Peace and prosperity.
There was no news related to Quantico at all.
She originally thought no report meant only a minor skirmish had occurred.
But now Hawk is pulling out twelve million without batting an eye?
Could this be a minor skirmish?
Gwen thought to herself, then looked at Hawk with wide eyes.
"What exactly did you do that day, and how did they give you so much money?"
"Uh..."
Hawk opened his mouth.
Just as he was about to speak, Gwen suddenly raised an eyebrow, stopped Hawk, and after retreating a few steps, looked at Hawk, frowning.
"Did you rob the Base's vault?"
"How could that be?"
Hawk flatly denied: "If I robbed the vault, it would be cash. Could it be so openly placed in my bank card?"
I just blew up their vault.
That's all.
Gwen heard this and subconsciously nodded.
"Then you..."
"War reparations."
"What?"
"The war they started, they had to give me a way out to make me stop, right? This money is the war reparations they paid."
"...Hiss!"
Gwen gasped, looking at Hawk in shock, with only four words echoing in her mind.
War reparations.
"How much did they compensate you?"
"Thirty-three million."
"What?!"
Gwen's eyes widened, her voice slightly cracking.
"That much?"
"Is it a lot?"
Hawk smiled: "One million per person, so thirty-three people is thirty-three million, right? I even feel like I asked for too little."
He should have quoted a trillion back then.
Hawk felt a little regretful.
But he quickly shrugged it off.
Why would he need so much money? Thirty-three million, minus the fourteen million spent today, he still had sixteen million U.S. dollars left.
Such a large sum of money was enough for him, no, enough for his and Gwen's daily expenses.
That's enough.
Compared to money, Hawk still preferred power.
In a word.
As long as the fist is there, the money is there.
Hawk thought to himself, then looked at Gwen, whose mouth was slightly agape and full of shock, and said with a smile: "I should thank General Ross."
Gwen came back to her senses, looking at Hawk with some suspicion.
"Why?"
"If it weren't for him, how would I have had the chance to get these war reparations?"
One thing at a time.
Thaddeus Ross giving him this opportunity to earn war reparations made Hawk happy, but Hawk was very unhappy with his actions.
So he died, and even his family cemetery was destroyed by Hawk.
However...
There's no need to tell Gwen about such things.
Gwen is kind-hearted and can't bear to hear such things.
Hawk smiled, changed the subject, and took Gwen's hand.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"The agent was here just now, so we didn't look carefully. Let's take a good look at our house."
"...I like the master bedroom's walk-in closet."
"Does it need any changes?"
"No, it doesn't."
Gwen shook her head, glancing at Hawk out of the corner of her eye.
She knew Hawk was changing the subject.
She understood Hawk, and she also understood the Military.
To get war reparations from the Military, it was clear that something very, very big must have happened at Quantico that day.
And precisely because of this, the news was strictly sealed off.
However...
It's good that Hawk is fine.
Gwen thought to herself, and as she followed Hawk back up the stairs, her left hand, which Hawk was holding, instinctively tightened.
Hawk felt the change in the strength of Gwen's small hand and looked sideways at Gwen.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Gwen smiled slightly, her smile radiant, as if in an instant, the entire room brightened.
But...
When some people laugh, others cry!
Betty Ross was crying.
Although ten days had passed since Thaddeus Ross's burial, in the townhouse in the U.S. capital, Betty Ross, who had cried countless times, was still crying.
One moment she was happy about reconciling with her ex-boyfriend, Bruce Banner.
The next moment, someone told her that her father was dead.
And he died by decapitation.
The most important point was that, to this day, she didn't even know the true cause of her father's death.
When she asked, it was always a Military accident.
Military accident my foot.
Her father was clearly murdered, and by an extremely cruel and violent method.
Betty Ross was no fool; she was a scientist. The moment she saw her father's body, his manner of death flashed in her mind.
Someone stomped on her father's head.
Now the question was.
Who did it?
Ever since her father's burial, Betty Ross had been pestering her father's close friends.
But these friends all kept silent, explicitly telling her that her father's death was a Military accident.
Just as Betty Ross was about to go crazy, one of the people she called sighed and said he would come to her house after work to see her.
In the living room.
Betty looked at her father's photo on her phone, silently vowing in her heart.
She would definitely make the murderer of her father die.
No matter who it was.
The hatred for a father's murder is irreconcilable.
Just then.
The doorbell rang.
Betty came back to her senses, wiped the corners of her eyes, which were already red and swollen from crying these past few days, and quickly ran to the front door, opening it.
Upon seeing.
"Oh, Betty."
Nick Fury, who appeared at the door, looked at Betty, who was haggard and had red, swollen eyes after opening the door, and his voice was also sympathetically pained: "You should pull yourself together. This is what General Ross would have wanted to see."
Betty closed the door and looked at Nick Fury: "I will, Mr. Fury, after you tell me who murdered my father."
Nick Fury heard this and couldn't help but sigh.
"The Quantico incident has been classified as top secret."
"I know."
Betty invited Nick Fury to sit on the sofa, then brought him a glass of Water, and sat beside him, gritting her teeth: "No one at the Pentagon is willing to tell me the truth, but Mr. Fury, I deserve to know the truth. That was my father."
Nick Fury smiled bitterly and shook his head, then looked at the empty living room: "Isn't Bruce here?"
"He went out to buy some things."
Betty said, thinking Nick Fury was changing the subject, so after speaking, she continued to look at Nick Fury insistently.
"Mr. Fury, who is the murderer?"
"The murderer is..."
Nick Fury paused here, looking at Betty, who was gritting her teeth and insisting, his expression showing a hint of struggle.
Seeing this, Betty didn't hesitate. With a thud, she knelt directly in front of Nick Fury.
"Mr. Fury, please, only you are willing to tell me who the murderer is now."
"Get up quickly."
Nick Fury immediately got up from the sofa the moment Betty knelt down, trying to help her up.
But Betty stubbornly remained kneeling on the ground.
Her voice was filled with anguish.
"Mr. Fury, please, tell me who the murderer is."
"You..."
Nick Fury's dark expression changed.
The next second.
A long sigh.
"Alas..."
"..."
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