Chapter 104: Let the Hulk and the Abomination also mourn!

Hawk's face was cold and stern, his mind recalling what happened on the night of September 10, 2009, and his azure eyes were burning with the raging fire of revenge.

Gwen looked at the anger burning in Hawk's eyes, her expression silent.

She didn't seem surprised by this.

In fact, she had already known; it was that night, when she asked her father George to help with a small favor, that she found it from the list of victims of the Hulk's battle with the Abomination.

After all, that photo was taken when Hawk had just enrolled.

But Hawk had never mentioned the girl in the photo, so Gwen guessed at the time that it was possible this girl had met with misfortune.

Plus, Anya in the photo and Hawk did indeed look somewhat similar between the brows.

So...

She was very smart, and plus she had a father who was a police chief, so the information was easy to find.

However!

"The Abomination is already dead, Hawk."

Hawk didn't speak.

He thought of the Abomination, who was still living well in the movie, and could even be taken out to fight in a ring by some old king from a snowy mountain while in prison.

He hadn't watched the subsequent plot, but if nothing went wrong, the Abomination would be whitewashed.

If it weren't for his business, whether the Abomination was whitewashed or blackened, he would be too lazy to care.

But after Hawk experienced that night, and then thought about this matter, he only had one feeling in his heart.

Disgusting!

Too damn disgusting!

Hawk thought of this, the fire in his heart rolled, but quickly calmed down, rubbed his face, then looked at Gwen again, and smiled slightly: "Right, Gwen, do you have something to do with me?"

The fire that had just risen in his eyes disappeared completely, as if everything just now was an illusion.

Gwen looked at Hawk, who was exuding the aura of revenge a second ago but had returned to an easygoing state the next second, her eyes somewhat worried.

But she could see that Hawk didn't want to continue this topic, so she didn't continue.

Gwen smiled slightly.

"The people from New York University are coming to school today, and Mrs. Snow couldn't find you, so she could only call me."

"New York University?"

"Hmm."

Gwen nodded: "I heard Mrs. Snow say that today is the deciding day, let's go."

Hawk was just about to nod.

The next second.

His gaze fell on the golf bag thrown on the ground to the side.

Hawk then looked at Gwen: "You go back first, I have an appointment with someone, I plan to sell some things."

Gwen, who had already risen from the ground, heard this, also saw the golf bag placed to the side, and then looked at Hawk.

Their eyes met.

Gwen smiled slightly.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you outside to go back together."

"... Fine."

Hawk met Gwen's gaze, was silent for a while, nodded, and then watched Gwen walk toward the forest path.

After Gwen disappeared from his sight, he slowly withdrew his gaze, and then his peripheral vision caught the smile on his sister Anya's photo on the tombstone, and he let his gaze fall back there.

For some reason, at this moment in his eyes, the sister Anya in the photo seemed to have a hint of worry between her brows.

Hawk smiled slightly, as if talking to his sister Anya, or as if talking to himself.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"You won't be fine either."

"Wait for me."

"It won't be long before I go to hell to pick you up and take you home!"

After Hawk finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and with the exhalation of the miscellaneous energy, he completely returned to his usual expression. After rising from the ground, he hooked the golf bag with his right foot, then reached out and grabbed it firmly, turned around, and left without looking back.

How does that saying go?

Mourn?

Saying this nonsense is useless; if you have the ability, make the enemy mourn too!

Abomination!

Hulk!

He won't let either of them go, and he will not only kill these two, but also find a way to go to hell to pick up his sister.

One day.

Soon.

Hawk thought silently in his heart, and after leaving the area of his sister's tombstone, he saw a woman not far away.

A woman with a wild temperament, golden hair, ice-blue-gray deep eyes, and a nine-headed body.

Just as he looked at this woman not far away, the woman seemed to notice his gaze and looked over.

Confirmed the look.

Hawk nodded his chin slightly.

The woman's eyes lit up, then she walked over, and when she reached Hawk, she smiled and extended her right hand: "Anna."

Hawk shook her hand, feeling the calluses on the right hand of this woman named Anna: "Hawk."

After speaking, he withdrew his right hand, brought the golf bag on his back to the front, and opened it directly under the gaze of this woman named Anna.

Anna's eyes lit up again as she looked at the energy weapons emitting five ghostly lights in the golf bag.

She reached out subconsciously.

Hawk closed the bag again before she could.

"Money!"

"Hold on."

Anna was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said a word, then her right hand pressed the earpiece hanging by her ear and ordered something in French.

After a while.

A cold man in a black suit, looking tall and burly, wearing sunglasses, appeared in sight.

The man was pushing a 20-inch carry-on suitcase.

Anna didn't let the man walk over, but went up to meet him herself, reached out and took the man's suitcase, let the man leave, and then walked back to Hawk, pushing the briefcase in her hand to Hawk: "One million."

While Hawk reached out to take the suitcase, he also handed the golf bag containing the five alien weapons to Anna.

Accompanied by a click.

The suitcase opened.

Immediately.

Stacks upon stacks of neatly arranged, brand-new Franklins filled Hawk's eyes.

Hawk subconsciously gasped.

This couldn't be blamed on him.

It was really because he had been poor for too long; suddenly seeing so much cash, whoever it was, would be somewhat uncomposed.

But Hawk quickly recovered and didn't choose to check one by one to see if they were counterfeit.

He felt the other party wouldn't be stupid enough to use counterfeit money to fool someone who possessed a Chitauri alien weapon.

After Hawk buckled the suitcase back up, he stood up and looked at Anna, who had also just checked the Chitauri alien weapons.

"Then..."

Hawk spoke first, extending his right hand to Anna: "Happy trading, Ms. Anna."

Anna smiled and shook hands with Hawk: "Just call me Anna."

Hawk smiled, followed suit, and changed the address.

"Alright, happy trading, Anna."

"Happy trading, Mr. Hawk, by the way, we are friends now, right."

"Of course."

Hawk said indifferently.

Anna's smile grew even wider.

"That's great, as a friend, I have prepared a gift for Mr. Hawk, I hope you will like it."

"..." ===== CHAPTER 106 =====