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One sentence.

This is no longer my world.

Morality?

law?

Get lost!

The only one who can judge me is my motherland!

After figuring this out, Hawke no longer had any mental barriers to plunge into the killer business, which was still considered a blue ocean industry at the time.

In the past four years of his career as a killer, Hawke has become more and more comfortable with the killer business as he has gained a deeper understanding of it.

This is like a classic saying.

Guns cannot kill people. Guns are tools and people can kill people.

Killers, in a certain sense, are also guns.

In other words, the killer is actually a tool.

It's just that it's different from ordinary tools. The killer is a living tool, or tool man for short.

think about it.

It is impossible for a killer to kill for no reason.

Only when someone spends money to hire a killer, the killer will help the person who spent the money solve the problem of the person who spent the money.

The only difference between a killer and a robbery is that some people buy guns to solve problems, while others choose to spend money to buy killers to solve problems.

That's all.

From a certain point of view, there is no difference between killers and doctors. They both help people solve their problems, and they are both professions with immense merit.

so……

After Hawke understood (distorted) the true meaning of the killer industry, coupled with his previous insights, he suddenly felt that his thoughts were as wide as the world.

After all, everyone has to die.

How you die is not important at all. Rather than dying in obscurity, it is better to die helping others solve their problems. This way of dying is still of some value.

quite a while.

Hawke's eyes moved away from the progress bar that read 335W, which was still a long way from 100 million, and put away the plug-in: "You'd better upgrade and really give me a super god. If you dare to surpass

Ghost, I will die with you."

Super God!

This is another major reason why Hawke has been saving money and investing money in plug-ins for three years.

Otherwise...

With this current timeline, Hawke doubted in his eyes whether he could survive to the end intact.

When Hawke thought about the emergence of Iron Man two years ago, the scene in which Green Hulk caused a havoc in New York last year, and the great horror that would usher in not many years later, he felt more and more pressed for time.

Fortunately, he has a plug-in.

As long as this plug-in is upgraded to the third stage, then Hawke will have the confidence to say "No!" to anyone or anything that happens next.

I decide my fate!

after an hour.

"Boom!"

Downstairs, the mother and daughter, who had woken up almost ten minutes ago, looked at the backpack that suddenly fell from the sky and landed on their balcony with a clang. Then they closed their eyes in unison and pretended to be unconscious again.

The next second.

Hawke followed the same example and relied on the electromagnetic adsorption gloves. Like a gecko, he landed on the balcony of the twenty-sixth floor. He quickly took off the gloves and turned off the power. After stuffing them back into his backpack, he landed on the balcony with one hand.

The backpack was lifted from the floor.

Good weight!

Hawke raised his eyebrows and walked from the balcony to the living room where Mrs. Strack and her daughter Lauren were. He glanced at the mother and daughter who were still tied to the chairs and fell asleep, and then glanced at the landline phone moving towards the bar.

A few chairs.

"Ah."

Hawke laughed suddenly, walked straight to the bar, took off the landline phone placed on it, estimated the distance, placed it on the ground, and turned to look at the mother and daughter who were pretending to be unconscious on the chair.

He turned to Mrs. Catherine Strack and said in an apologetic tone: "I'm very sorry, madam, for disturbing you tonight. Don't worry. I have no ill intentions towards you. In fact, my work has already been done. I'm sorry to bother you."

Sorry, once again."

Finished.

Hawke stood up, put on his baseball cap and glasses again, and after disguising himself, he picked up his fully loaded backpack and walked out the door.

A thud.

The door is closed.

In an instant.

Tied to a chair, with her head lowered and pretending to be unconscious, Catherine Stracke looked up at the door of the room with a swipe, and there was no trace of Hawke anywhere.

Really gone?

Mrs. Catherine Stracke instantly felt like she was surviving a disaster. Then, looking at the phone quietly placed on the floor, she quickly moved the seat under her butt again.

Ding!

The elevator opens the door.

The security guard who was sitting on the chair at the front desk with his legs crossed listened to the sound of the elevator, put away the newspaper in his hand, looked at Hawke who came out of the elevator, and looked at the time on his watch: "Tutoring"

alright?"

Hawke once again did not go through the security gate. With a smile, he said to the security guard sitting behind the front desk: "Yes, thank you very much tonight."

The security guard laughed and waved his hand: "Kid, you are very good. Remember, New York City will never let down anyone who works hard. Hard work will definitely pay off. I even look forward to it soon.

, I saw you moving into this building."

Hawke smiled gratefully again, as if he had drank the security guard's bowl of chicken soup, and nodded heavily: "I will, sir, I will definitely work hard."

"come on!"

"Thank you sir, I'll leave first."

"Okay, walk slowly."

soon.

Hawke walked out of the Star Building behind him, and then, when walking down the steps, he turned around and glanced at the Star Building behind him.

Hawke knows how thoughtful the Star Building is in New York.

Hawke also thought about buying an apartment in this building. Putting aside the question of whether he had enough money at the time, Hawke once consulted an agency and found that there were no vacant houses for sale in the Star Building, let alone for sale.

There is no room for rent.

so……

Even if Hawke had money, he wouldn't have anywhere to buy it.

Now?

Maybe there is this opportunity.

Hawke raised his eyebrows. Although the system only collected his hard-earned money, other money was not useless. For example, this time Hawke plundered at least half a million dollars worth of property from the target's home.

.

Um.

That being said, hard work does pay off.

The corners of Hawke's mouth raised slightly.

The next second.

Hawke suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the time on his watch.

Shet!

Nine forty-five.

It's so late, what a disaster, go back quickly, Lorna might not have gone home already.

After Hawke glanced at the time, he immediately withdrew his gaze, quickly picked up his backpack and left the Star Building behind him.

at this time.

Jingle Bell!

In the Star Building behind him, the alarm sounded instantly.

Wow wow wow!

Just as Hawke turned right into a small alley, three police cars with flashing lights were already driving quickly towards the Star Building.

…

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