Chapter 46

Vroom!

2:30 PM.

After the flight from New York landed, it successfully touched down at Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Washington, D. C.

Half an hour later.

Hawk, traveling light, walked out from the airport behind him, immediately came to a taxi, pulled open the back door and sat in, and told the young black man looking back from the driver's seat the name of a motel in the town of Quantico.

The young black driver nodded, started the meter, and then stepped on the gas, driving the vehicle away from the airport.

Although the Marine Corps base and the FBI Academy are both in Quantico, this doesn't mean ordinary people can't go there.

Ordinary people just can't freely enter places under military management.

But the town of Quantico itself, that is, the outskirts of the base, is open.

Any self-disciplined person has superb action, not to mention a man like Hawk who has insisted on boxing ten thousand times every day for a thousand days.

Hawk's action is also unprecedented.

He had just come out of the Oscorp building in the morning, and at noon he flashed to the airport to buy the fastest ticket to Washington.

Hawk didn't even go home to get a few changes of clothes.

Fortunately, he looked at the Quantico satellite map all night last night, and also roughly planned how to do it if he wanted to go to Quantico to get back his Gamanium.

Otherwise, Hawk, who had just gotten off the plane, would probably be like a headless fly, not knowing which way to go.

"Plan A."

"If I can go in quietly, I'll go in quietly."

"But if I'm discovered, then go directly to Plan B."

"Quick battle and quick decision!"

Hawk, sitting in the back seat of the taxi, thought silently to himself again, then withdrew his mind and looked at the scenery outside the car window.

And then...

Hawk glanced at the driver driving in front without changing his expression, while taking out the phone he forgot to restart after turning it off on the plane from his pocket.

The phone turned on quickly.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, the text message sound was received.

Hawk raised his sword-like eyebrows, just about to unlock it to see what junk text message the operator sent this time, when a low voice accompanied by a pitch-black gun muzzle aimed at him from the front rang out in the car.

"Don't move, give me the phone."

"..."

Hawk fell into silence.

Who am I.

Where am I.

What am I going to do?

No.

I'm going to Quantico to rob, how come I was robbed by someone else as soon as I landed, before I even got to Quantico.

Damn!

It's the capital district after all, is the public security worse than New York City?

In an instant.

Hawk's impression of Washington, D. C. dropped to the freezing point.

The driver who was driving looked at Hawk, who seemed to be stunned in the back seat, through the rearview mirror, and said in a low voice, the pitch-black gun muzzle swinging: "Don't move, give me the phone."

Hawk came back to his senses.

"Do you want me not to move, or do you want me to give you the phone."

"..."

The driver also fell silent for a while after hearing this.

The next second.

He seemed to have broken down.

"Motherfucker, stop talking nonsense, give me the phone..."

"Ring-a-ling!"

Just as the driver broke down and spoke, the incoming call ringtone rang on Hawk's phone.

Gwen's.

Hawk blinked as he looked at the only number saved in his phone's address book.

His phone only saved one number.

Just as he said before, he has no need to pull the phone, because he doesn't need to call others, and others won't call him.

Uh...

Except for Gwen.

Hawk looked at Gwen's incoming call and answered it directly, then put it to his ear.

"Hello..."

"..."

The young driver broke down.