Hawk's face was cold and stern, his mind replaying the events of the night of September 10th, 2009, his azure eyes burning with a fierce fire of revenge.
Gwen looked at the rage burning in Hawk's eyes, her expression silent.
She didn't seem surprised at all.
In fact, she already knew; it was that night, when she asked her father, George, for a small favor, that she found the list of victims from the Hulk vs. Abomination battle.
After all, the photo was taken when Hawk had just started school.
But Hawk had never mentioned the girl in the photo, so Gwen had guessed at the time that this girl might have met with misfortune.
Furthermore, Anya in the photo did indeed bear a resemblance to Hawk.
So she was clever, and with a father who was a sheriff, finding information was easy.
However!
"Abomination is dead, Hawk."
Hawk didn't speak.
He thought of the Abomination in the movie, still alive and well, even in prison, being taken out to fight in a ring by some old king from the snowy mountains.
He hadn't watched the rest of the story, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, Abomination would be redeemed.
If it weren't for his own affair, whether Abomination was redeemed or blackened, he wouldn't have bothered.
But after that night, Hawke felt only one thing about it:
Disgusting!
Absolutely disgusting!
Hawke's heart burned with rage, but he quickly calmed down, rubbed his face, and looked at Gwen again, smiling slightly: "By the way, Wen, did you need something?"
The fire that had just flared in his eyes vanished completely, as if it had all been an illusion.
Gwen looked at Hawke, who had been radiating vengeful energy one moment and had reverted to a amiable demeanor the next, her eyes filled with worry.
But she could tell Hawke didn't want to continue the conversation, so she didn't press the issue.
Gwen smiled slightly.
"People from NYU are coming to the school today. Mrs. Snow couldn't find you, so she had to call me."
"NYU?"
"Yes."
Gwen nodded. "Mrs. Snow said today is the day of the decision. Let's go."
Hawke was about to nod when his gaze fell on the golf bag lying on the ground.
Hawke then looked at Gwen. "You go back first. I have an appointment to sell some things."
Gwen, who had already gotten up, also saw the golf bag and looked at Hawke.
Their eyes met.
Gwen smiled slightly.
"Okay, I'll wait for you outside so we can go back together."
"…Okay."
Hawke met Gwen's gaze, remained silent for a moment, nodded, and watched her walk towards the forest path.
Only after Gwen disappeared from his sight did he slowly look away, then his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the smile on his sister Anya's photo on the tombstone, and he looked back at her.
For some reason, at this moment, in his eyes, his sister Anya in the photo seemed to have a hint of worry in her eyes.
Hawke smiled slightly, as if talking to his sister Anya, or perhaps to himself.
"Don't worry, I'll be alright."
"You'll be alright too."
"Wait for me."
"It won't be long before I come to hell to take you home!"
After Hawke finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and as he exhaled the turbid air, his expression completely returned to normal.
He got up from the ground, hooked his golf bag with his right foot, then reached out and firmly grasped it, turning around and leaving without looking back.
What's that saying again?
"Condolences?
" Talking nonsense is useless; let's make the enemy mourn too!
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"Halt!
Hulk!
He won't let either of them go, and he'll not only kill these two, but also find a way to go to hell to bring his sister back.
One day.
Soon.
" Hawke thought silently, and then, after leaving the vicinity of his sister's gravestone, he saw a woman not far away.
A woman with a wild air, golden hair in a bun, and deep, icy blue-gray eyes, a nine-headed figure.
Just as he looked at this woman not far away, she seemed to notice his gaze and looked over.
A glance confirmed it.
Hawke slightly nodded his chin.
The woman's eyes lit up, and then she walked over, smiling as she extended her right hand to Hawke: "Anna."
Hawke shook her hand, feeling the calluses on Anna's right hand: "Hawk."
After speaking, he withdrew his right hand, took the golf bag from his back, and opened it under Anna's gaze.
Anna's eyes lit up again as she looked at the energy weapon emitting five eerie lights in the golf bag.
She subconsciously reached out.
Hawke closed the bag before she could.
"Money!"
"Wait a moment."
Anna paused for a moment, then smiled and said, pressing her right hand against her earpiece, which was obscuring her ear, and gave the order in French.
A moment later ,a tall, imposing man in a black suit and sunglasses appeared in sight.
The man was pushing a carry-on suitcase of about twenty inches.
Anna didn't let the man come over; instead, she went to meet him, took the suitcase from him, and let him leave before returning to Hawke and pushing the suitcase towards him: "One million."
As Hawke took the suitcase, he also handed Anna a golf bag containing five magical weapons.
With a click,the suitcase opened.
Instantly, stacks upon stacks of brand-new Franklin banknotes, crammed full, came into Hawke's view.
Hawke instinctively gasped.
This wasn't his fault.
Having been poor for so long, suddenly seeing so much cash would make anyone lose their composure.
But Hawke quickly recovered and didn't bother checking each bill for counterfeits.
He figured the other party wouldn't be foolish enough to try and fool someone with Chitauri alien weapons.
After fastening his carry-on bag, Hawke stood up and looked at Anna, who had just finished checking her Chitauri weapons.
"Well..."
Hawke spoke first, extending his right hand to Anna: "Pleasant transaction, Ms. Anna."
Anna smiled and shook hands with Hawke: "Just call me Anna."
Hawke smiled, readily accepting the change in address.
"Alright, pleasant transaction, Anna." "
Pleasant transaction, Mr. Hawke. By the way, we're friends now, right?"
"Of course,"
Hawke said casually.
Anna's smile widened.
"That's wonderful. As a friend, I've prepared a gift for Mr. Hawke. I hope you'll like it."
"..."
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