Chapter 50: Hawk, who Opened the Killing Valve

A remote town fifty kilometers north of Quantico.

Hawk had looked at the terrain around Quantico on a satellite map, so he roughly knew how to drive to Quantico after leaving the airport.

Therefore, just now, when this young Black man steered the vehicle off his intended route, Hawk became suspicious.

His memory was already quite good, and after awakening his Little Universe, his memory had also achieved a qualitative leap.

Hawk got out of the car and looked around.

Remote.

Muddy.

Hmm.

It was a good place for robbery, murder, and burying a body; no wonder the Black man wanted to drive the car here.

Hawk thought to himself.

Behind him.

Inside the car, the Black man was bruised and swollen, but his life was not in danger; he was just still wailing.

Hawk had not killed him.

At least not yet.

After a while.

Hawk turned around, opened the car door, pulled with his right hand, dragged the wailing driver out of the car with one hand, and then tossed him onto the muddy dirt road that had been rained on earlier.

"Thump!"

After being thrown to the ground, the driver felt dizzy and disoriented, but driven by the survival instinct, he nimbly crawled up from the ground, knelt before Hawk, and said with a trembling voice: "Please, don't kill me, please, don't kill me, I know I was wrong."

Hawk looked at the driver, who was just as arrogant before as he was pathetic now.

His voice was cold.

"You don't know you were wrong; you just know you are about to die."

"..."

The driver's body stiffened, and his plea for mercy trembled even more.

Hawk narrowed his eyes: "Give me a reason not to kill you."

The driver was slightly stunned.

The next second.

He raised his bruised and swollen head to look at Hawk, his voice hurried, searching for a hope of survival.

"My car is yours, my money, right, I have money, my money can also be yours."

"Not enough; if I kill you, your car and money will be mine anyway."

Hawk shook his head expressionlessly.

"Think again!"

"... You can't kill me; if you kill me, you will also be wanted. As long as you don't kill me, don't worry, I guarantee I won't tell anyone about this, please, don't kill me."

The driver said hurriedly, his eyes revealing an infinite desire to live.

Hearing this, Hawk glanced at the driver and lowered his eyes to think.

He seemed to be considering how credible the driver's words were.

The driver kneeling before him felt a surge of joy when he saw Hawk's gaze move away from him.

While the driver continued to wail and beg, his right hand carefully moved toward his lower back.

The next second.

"Yah!"

The driver pulled a folding knife from his waist with his right hand, let out a strange cry, and then suddenly lunged forward with a ferocious expression, grabbing the folding knife and pouncing toward Hawk: "Go to hell!"

The moment Hawk raised his eyes, his gaze was icy, and he slapped him directly.

Thud, thud, thud!

The Black man's head spun rapidly as if it had been wound up.

Spinning faster and faster.

Spinning tighter and tighter.

Until...

Splat!

The neck, unable to maintain its shape as it twisted into a braid, was torn from the cervical spine with a sound.

"Splatter!"

"Gurgle!"

Hawk lowered his eyes again, looking at the driver rolling at his feet, whose face still maintained a ferocious expression, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I really did intend to let you go."

"What a pity."

"The inherent nature of your skin color is too strong."

"You fear power, not virtue!"

"I gave you the only chance I might have had to be soft-hearted in this life, but you thought I was afraid."

"Heh!"

Hawk thought, his gaze then falling on the headless corpse that was continuously spurting blood because it had lost its head-plug.

He wasn't lying; he really had been considering letting the driver go.

Not only because he had serious business here and didn't want to cause complications that would affect his subsequent plans by killing the driver.

The most important thing was another reason.

The bottom line.

Just as Hawk had said before, once the bottom line is broken, he couldn't imagine what he would become in the future.

Killing is like a valve.

Once this valve is opened, life will no longer be revered.

Especially for a transmigrator who came from another world and already possessed a flexible moral bottom line, this was even more true.

The Chitauri soldiers before were different.

After all, Hawk had seen the true faces of the Chitauri soldiers, and those Chitauri soldiers, perhaps they resembled humans, but in essence, they were just bugs.

Humans don't feel guilty about killing bugs, and Hawk wouldn't bestow his principles and bottom line upon a group of bugs that had gained sentience.

But this Black man in front of him was different.

In fact, it was just as Hawk had thought.

Although this was Hawk's first time killing a person in the true sense, looking at the spurting headless corpse before him, he felt no discomfort in his heart, nor even a single bit of psychological activity.

No.

There was some.

It seemed no different from the Chitauri he had killed.

Hawk thought to himself and subconsciously closed his eyes.

He didn't think about closing this valve again.

Anything only has a zero time and an infinite number of times.

Now that the valve of killing had been opened, then, whether he was willing or not, at least from today on, killing would no longer be rejected by him.

Having thought this.

Hawk turned around, no longer looking at the head that had fallen into the mud or the headless corpse spurting blood on the side. After opening the car door and getting in, he glanced up at the blue sky, then climbed into the car, stepped on the gas, and drove away from this small road.

He had no interest in digging a hole for the Black man or anything like that.

The valve of killing had been opened, and there was no possibility of closing it again. Since that was the case, whether the Black man's corpse was discovered or not was no longer a problem for him.

Killing one is killing.

Then, killing another, or killing any number more, was just a matter of quantity.

But...

"One can kill."

"One cannot be bloodthirsty."

"A true powerhouse always retains a humble heart."

Hawk thought silently in his heart. After driving the taxi out of the remote path, he just glanced at it, found the correct road, and then drove toward the town of Quantico, which was still some distance away.

He just didn't have a driver's license in this life, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to drive.

As Hawk's vehicle drove out of the path that usually didn't have many people passing by, the path gradually returned to its usual silence and remoteness.

About half an hour later.

A set of footsteps once again broke the silence of the remote path.

Followed by a second set, a third set.

Very quickly. ===== CHAPTER 52 =====