Chapter 360 Someone cloned me (please subscribe!)

Hawke was stunned for a moment when he heard Gwen's sudden words, and then suddenly realized.

The next second.

Hawke took out his cell phone and clicked on their twelfth grade classmates group.

really.

The missing person notice called "Hawk Shaw" that Zoe found on the [Go Home Quickly] website has been sent to the group and is currently being discussed heatedly.

"Did you call me by the wrong name?"

"yes."

"Shouldn't it be called Hawke Dane?"

"[Serious] Hawke has never been to London."

"Isn't Hawke an orphan?"

"Is this some relative of Hawke?"

"Yes, @hawk, maybe I can find your family through this."

"I just said that Hawke's accent has a bit of a London flavor. It turns out that Hawke is from London [laughing]."

"..."

Hawke flipped through the chat history in the group, shook his head helplessly, put away his phone, and looked at Gwen who blinked at him: "Boring."

Said.

Hawke walked into the living room and said hello to Helen, who was sitting on the sofa and looking at a book similar to Zhiyin magazine.

Gwen blinked and took Hawke's arm: "Are you sure you don't want to find out, you know, what if they are really relatives?"

Hawke smiled: "I know where I come from, Gwen, and you know it too. Do you think it is necessary for me to go?"

Please.

The Black Emperor's blood and the White Queen's blood in his body were not given to him voluntarily by these two people. In fact, when they were given to him, Hawke seriously suspected that the Black Emperor and the White Queen had already died.

so……

Not to mention that Hawke's life experience is rather bizarre. Even if Hawke is normal, when Hawke thought he was the son of the Black King and the White Queen, he never thought about running to London to recognize his relatives.

at the moment?

Hawke no longer has this idea. He only cares about one goal now.

Horror is what Hawke cares about most right now.

After listening to Hawke's words, Gwen showed an expression that suggested she would answer this way. She nodded and did not continue to dwell on this topic.

After all, Gwen is a very smart girl.

"correct."

Hawke looked at the empty backyard and asked curiously: "Where's George, hasn't he come back yet?"

The words just fell out.

Hawke heard the sound of the Ford car's engine coming from outside.

Not long after.

George pushed the door open and entered.

Gwen, who was holding Hawke's arm, greeted George. She and Hawke had officially been together for more than a year, and they had steadily entered the period of love recognized by everyone.

George smiled at his little cotton-padded jacket, then his eyes fell on Hawke, and he nodded without any surprise: "Come to the study with me."

Hawke responded, then smiled at Gwen beside him, took his arm out of Gwen's arms, and followed George towards the study on the second floor.

Gwen blinked and looked at the back of her boyfriend and her father walking upstairs.

Helen, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at her daughter with her peripheral vision, who seemed to be thinking about whether to go upstairs and eavesdrop. The corners of her mouth were raised slightly.

In the study.

"sit."

"Thanks."

Hawke opened the seat and sat on it calmly. Hawke had already been prepared for George's invitation when he returned from Port Jefferson.

Just as he and Lorna complained, since George knew his identity, whenever there was an unusual case in New York City, George's first call would be to him.

Without exception.

but……

This time it doesn't seem to be the case.

Hawke looked at George, who was sitting in his seat after closing the door and looking at him with an expression that seemed hesitant to speak, and raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong, George?"

George met Hawke's gaze, was silent for a while, and finally said: "Who are you?"

Hawke was slightly startled.

"What?"

"Who are you."

After George spoke, he no longer felt any psychological pressure. He repeated his question to Hawke again, then took a deep breath, looked at Hawke and said, "You are not Hawke Xiao."

Hawke laughed directly.

"Of course I'm not Hawkshaw, my last name is Dane, remember?"

"No."

George shook his head seriously and looked at Hawke: "What I'm saying is, you don't seem to be the Hawke you told me. Hawke Shaw was born in Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Denver. The real Hawke...

Xiao, that night, was carried back to London by his aunt."

Hawke frowned: "What the hell?"

George then told the information he heard at SHIELD this afternoon, exactly as it was, with a 100% degree of restoration.

"I originally thought this was a fake identity you specially made after leaving my office this morning."

George said this, and then frowned and looked at Hawk, who was sitting in front of him and the smile on his face was reduced: "But later, the CIA also confirmed the existence of Hawk Shaw. He is a mutant with a

The ability to absorb attacks from others and turn the entire body into diamond."

Hawke said nothing.

After George finished speaking, he poured whiskey into the glasses of the two of them, pushed a glass in front of Hawke and said: "I originally thought this was another cover-up trick of yours. The purpose was to let S.H.I.E.L.D.

I am convinced that you are not the person they are looking for. Until I walked in, I was still leaning towards this answer, but now, your expression tells me that this is not a cover-up arranged by you, but you are not surprised at all."

When Hawke heard this, he showed a smile, took out his mobile phone, found the missing person notice that Zola had just sent to the group, and pushed it to George.

George took Hawke's cell phone and looked at the missing person notice about "Hawk Shaw" that Zoe had screenshotted from the website.

Hawke held the whiskey poured by George and tasted it expressionlessly.

but……

Hawke's heart is not as calm as he appears on the outside.

He was also thinking about what was going on.

Good guy.

At first, Hawke thought this was just a small issue about distant relatives bumping into each other. As a result, it suddenly turned into a philosophical issue of how to prove that I am who I am?

George returned the phone to Hawke and frowned as he watched Hawke put away the phone: "So, what is going on?"

Hawke shrugged honestly: "Frankly speaking, I don't know what this is all about."

George nodded on the table: "Everything has an explanation with a correct answer."

Hawke nodded, then looked at George curiously: "So, do you think this Hawke Shaw is real, or am I the real one?"

George was slightly startled.

"You're asking me?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

"I called Cecilia when I came back."

"My midwife."

Hawke thought of Cecilia and looked at George.

"By the way, I forgot about it. Where is Cecilia now?"

"I hid it."

"hehe."
To be continued...