Chapter 161: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 78

"What's wrong?"

"Hawk!"

"Hmm?"

Gwen's pretty face was serious: "What exactly did you do in Quantico?"

Hearing this, Hawk was instantly amused: "I thought you wouldn't ask."

It had been half a month since the Quantico incident, and during this time, Hawk had wondered if Gwen would ask what he had actually done over there.

But Gwen hadn't asked.

Hawk wasn't a person who liked gossip, so since Gwen hadn't asked him, he hadn't brought it up either.

He had originally thought Gwen would never ask.

Little did he expect...

Gwen pulled back her hands and shrugged: "I didn't intend to ask, but clearly, I can't not ask anymore."

Although she had already known Hawk had one million dollars before he went to Quantico.

But Gwen was very clear about the origin of that one million dollars.

The two million donated to the church just now, Gwen could barely accept.

But this twelve million?

She didn't dare to think about it.

She absolutely didn't dare to think about it.

Even if her father George worked at the New York Police Department for a hundred years, the salary and bonuses he earned combined probably wouldn't be enough.

So the answer was very obvious.

Hawk didn't have such a large sum of money before going to Quantico, but he had it after returning, so this money could only have been earned by Hawk while he was in Quantico.

So...

What exactly happened in Quantico?

Gwen actually didn't know what had happened in Quantico on the day Hawk went there.

Because at that time, the woman named Natasha hadn't told her, only saying that Hawk had been found; however, just in case, Gwen hadn't said much on the phone, only telling Hawk to come home early.

Later, Natasha gave her an address, and by the time she arrived at the airport, that Natasha had already left and hadn't told her what had happened either.

Gwen hadn't paid attention to it at first.

She thought she might know after watching the news in a few days, so she had been keeping an eye on news reports those days, especially reports in the Washington D. C. area.

As a result...

The court was full of officials.

Everything was peaceful.

There was absolutely no news related to Quantico.

She had originally thought that if there were no reports, it must have just been a small friction.

But now, Hawk was taking out twelve million without blinking?

This couldn't be small friction.

Gwen thought to herself, then opened her big eyes and looked at Hawk.

"What exactly did you do that day? How could they give you so much money?"

"Uh..."

Hawk opened his mouth.

Just as he was about to speak, Gwen suddenly raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, stopped Hawk, took a few steps back, and looked at Hawk with a furrowed brow.

"Did you rob the base's vault?"

"How is that possible?"

Hawk decisively denied it: "If I robbed the vault, that would be cash. Could it be placed in my bank card so openly?"

I just blew up their vault.

That's all.

Hearing this, Gwen subconsciously nodded.

"Then you..."

"War reparations."

"What?"

"They started the war, and for me to stop, they had to give me a way out. This money is the war reparations they paid."

"... Hiss!"

Gwen gasped, looking at Hawk in shock, with only four words echoing in her mind.

War reparations.

"How much did they pay you?"

"Thirty-three million."

"What!"

Gwen widened her eyes, her voice cracking slightly.

"That much?"

"Is it a lot?"

Hawk smiled: "One million each, thirty-three people, isn't that thirty-three million? I even feel like I asked for too little."

He should have quoted one trillion directly at the time.

Hawk felt a bit of regret.

However, he thought about it again and felt relieved.

Why would he need so much money? Thirty-three million, minus the fourteen million spent today, he still had sixteen million dollars left.

Such a large sum of money was enough for him—no, enough for his and Gwen's daily expenses.

That was enough.

Compared to money and such, Hawk still preferred his fists.

One sentence.

As long as the fists are there, the money is there.

Hawk thought to himself, then looked at Gwen, whose small mouth was slightly agape and who was full of shock, and said with a smile: "I should thank Ross."

Gwen came back to her senses and looked at Hawk with some suspicion.

"Why?"

"If it weren't for him, where would I have the opportunity to get these war reparations?"

One thing is one thing.

Thaddeus Ross could give him this opportunity to earn war reparations, and Hawk was very happy, but his actions made Hawk very unhappy.

So he died, and even the family cemetery was razed by Hawk.

However...

There was no need to tell Gwen about such things.

Gwen was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to hear about these things.

Hawk smiled, changed the subject, and took Gwen's hand.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"The agent was here just now, so I didn't look carefully. Let's take a good look at our house."

"... I like the walk-in closet in the master bedroom."

"Doesn't it need any changes?"

"No need."

Gwen shook her head and glanced at Hawk from the corner of her eye.

She knew Hawk was changing the subject.

She understood Hawk, and she also understood the federal military.

To get war reparations from the federal military, clearly, something very, very big must have happened in Quantico that day.

And precisely because of that, the news was strictly sealed.

However...

It's good that Hawk is fine.

Gwen thought to herself, and as she followed Hawk back up the stairs, her left hand, which was being held by Hawk, subconsciously tightened.

Hawk felt the change in the strength of Gwen's small hand and turned his head to look at Gwen on the side.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Gwen smiled slightly, her smile radiant, and it seemed that in an instant, the entire room brightened.

But...

When someone laughs, someone else cries!

Betty Ross was crying.

Although it had been ten days since Thaddeus Ross was buried, in the townhouse in Washington D. C., Betty Ross, who had already cried I don't know how many times, was still crying.

One second she was still feeling happy about reuniting with her ex-boyfriend Bruce Banner.

The next second, someone told her that her father was dead.

And he died by decapitation.

The most important point was that, up to now, she didn't even know the true cause of her father's death.

If asked, it was a military accident.

A ghost's military accident.

Her father was clearly murdered, and by an extremely cruel and violent means.

Betty Ross wasn't a fool; she was a scientist. The moment she saw her father's remains, the method of her father's death appeared in her mind.

Someone had stepped on her father's skull and crushed it.

Now the question came.

Who did it?

Since her father's burial, Betty Ross had been questioning her father's friends.

But these friends all kept their mouths shut one by one, clearly telling her that her father's death was a military accident.

Just as Betty Ross was about to go crazy, one of the people she called sighed and said he would come to the house to see her after work.

In the living room.

Betty looked at the photo of her father on her phone and silently swore in her heart.

She must make the murderer who killed her father die.

No matter who it was.

The hatred of killing a father is irreconcilable. ===== CHAPTER 163 =====