Chapter 15

Because their block was cordoned off by a group of men in black suits and black ties half an hour after the war.

Some people who wanted to go back to see if they could rescue their assets from the ruins were not allowed.

If you ask, it's federal martial law, no entry.

But fortunately, the agency that cordoned off the block considered that they were homeless, found an unused hangar in LaGuardia Airport as their temporary shelter, and also found a nearby church to provide free food to help them get through the difficulties.

But...

Just as Hawk is gnawing on the bread in his hand and listening to Cap's wild history, sobbing sounds come from beside him.

Hawk comes back to his senses and turns to look.

Into his eyes.

A man who looks about thirty-five years old and is big and thick is now hugging his arms, burying his whole person between his legs. The crying sound was very small at first, but soon it turned into a wail.

A survivor on the side can't help but be curious.

"What's wrong with you."

"My house is gone."

"It's okay."

Thinking that something big happened to the crying man, but after hearing this, the survivor comforts: "We have insurance, don't worry."

It would have been better not to say this. As a result, the crying man hears this sentence and cries even more sadly.

This makes the survivor unable to handle it.

"What's wrong again? Didn't you buy insurance?"

"No, I bought it."

"Then..."

"I just called the insurance company." The crying man sobs, looking at the survivor who comforted him: "As a result, the insurance company said that alien invasion belongs to the exemption clause and is not within their scope of compensation."

The expression on the survivor's face freezes.

"What?"

"Exemption?"

"No way."

"Why doesn't the insurance company compensate?"

"No, I have to call quickly."

"..."

Other survivors listening to the conversation between the survivor and the crying man hear this sentence and can't sit still, and they find their phones one after another and call the insurance company of their house insurance.

About a minute later, the second crying sound comes out.

The third one.

The fourth one.

In the blink of an eye, the entire hangar is filled with the crying sounds of people about to become homeless.

Hawk, who is almost surrounded by crying people, thinks of the apartment being gone and the insurance not compensating, and also feels a sour nose.

But soon he reacts.

Wait a minute.

His apartment is a welfare apartment provided by the federal government, and it will be taken back next year after he turns eighteen.

This is also the reason why Hawk lived frugally and saved thirty thousand dollars.

Because after eighteen, he will be kicked out of the welfare apartment by the federal government in the name of 'independence'.

After all, eighteen is already an adult in New York State law, so naturally, he can't enjoy the treatment of an underage orphan.

What?

You have no money to rent a house?

Sorry, that's none of our business. There are so many homeless people under the bridge and in the sewers in New York City, you can try asking them if they mind squeezing in.

So...

I don't have a house at all, the insurance doesn't compensate, what does that have to do with me.

Hawk comes back to his senses, looks at the survivors whose expressions have become somewhat ferocious in the crying sounds, seems to have thought of something, and gets up quietly, walking towards the outside of the hangar.

He is afraid that a gunfight will happen here later.