Chapter 51: Hawk Opens the Valve of Slaughter

A remote small town fifty kilometers north of Quantico.

Hawk had looked at the terrain near 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 undergone a qualitative leap as well.

Hawk got out of the car and looked around.

Remote.

Muddy.

Hmm.

It’s a good place for robbery, murder, and burying the 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 did not kill 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 caused by the recent rain.

"Thump!"

After being thrown to the ground, the driver felt dizzy and nauseous, but driven by the instinct to survive, he nimbly climbed up from the ground, knelt in front of 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 pathetic now as he had been arrogant before.

His voice was cold.

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

"..."

The driver's body stiffened, and his pleading voice trembled even more.

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

The driver was slightly stunned.

The next second.

He lifted his bruised and swollen head to look at Hawk, his voice hurried, searching for a glimmer of hope for 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 promise 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, thinking.

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

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

While the driver continued to plead, 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 lifted his eyes, his gaze was icy, and he slapped him directly.

Thump, thump, thump!

The black man's head began to spin rapidly as if it were wound up like a clockwork toy.

Spinning faster and faster.

Spinning tighter and tighter.

Until...

Splat!

The neck, twisted into a knot and unable to hold on any longer, was torn off at the cervical spine with a sound.

"Squelch!"

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Hawk lowered his eyes again, looking at the driver’s head rolling at his feet, still maintaining a ferocious expression, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I really intended to let you go."

"What a pity."

"The inherent flaws of your skin color are too strong."

"You fear power, not virtue!"

"I gave you the only chance in this life where I might have softened my heart, but you thought I was afraid."

"Heh!"

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

He was not lying; he had really been considering letting this driver go just now.

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

The most important thing was another reason.

A bottom line.

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

Killing is like a valve.

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

Especially for a transmigrator like him, who already possessed a flexible moral bottom line.

The previous Chitauri soldiers 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 do not feel guilty for killing bugs, and Hawk would not grant his principles and bottom line to a group of sentient bugs either.

But this black man in front of him was different.

In fact, it was just as Hawk had thought.

Although this was the first time Hawk had truly killed someone, looking at the spurting headless corpse in front of him, he felt no discomfort in his heart, not even the slightest psychological reaction.

No.

There was one.

It seemed no different from the Chitauri he had killed.

Hawk thought to himself, subconsciously closing his eyes.

He had no intention of closing this valve again.

Anything only has a zero time and countless 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 something he rejected.

Having thought this through.

Hawk turned around, no longer looking at the head that had fallen into the mud or the headless corpse spurting blood to 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 the small path.

He had no interest in digging a hole for this 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 many more, was just a matter of quantity.

But...

"One can kill."

"One must not be bloodthirsty."

"A true powerhouse always keeps a humble heart."

Hawk thought silently to himself. After driving the taxi out of the remote path, he just took a glance, found the correct road, and then drove toward the town of Quantico, which was still some distance away.

It was just that he 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, which usually didn't have many people passing by, the path gradually returned to its usual silence and remoteness.

About half an hour later.

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

Followed by a second, then a third.

Very soon.