Chapter 647

According to reason.

With the convenience store on this street, Andrew actually had no reason to park his car on another street.

But today, one end of the convenience store street was blocked due to a road collapse, and if he came in from the other end, he would need to get on the elevated road first and then get down from it, which was a bit of a detour.

Andrew didn't want to waste gas money.

Of course.

Actually, if he didn't want to take a detour, he could also drive through a relatively wide alley next to it and then come to this street.

Once again.

Although Andrew kept a beard and looked somewhat fierce, he was actually a man who followed the rules.

Even if measured by the standards of the Eastern Kingdom.

Let's put it this way.

Andrew Chloe was a very qualified ox and horse.

And he was a top-tier ox and horse among oxen and horses, the kind that you only need to hang a carrot in front of, give some forage, and you don't even need to use a whip to lash him; he would move on his own.

In short!

Because Andrew followed the rules and didn't want to walk on the non-motor vehicle lane, and also because he wanted to save gas money and didn't want to take a detour, he parked his car today on a street that required crossing a small alley, and then crossed this small alley to come to this convenience store to shop.

But he didn't know that this alley would be the end of his time.

After Hawk followed Andrew out of the convenience store, he watched Andrew, who had a happy smile on his face after purchasing supplies for his son and daughter, prepare to walk toward the end of his time.

He thought for a moment and didn't choose to call out to stop Andrew.

Because it was meaningless.

Things that have already happened in the past are destined to happen.

And even if you change it, it would only create a brand new parallel world line.

Simply put.

Modifying the past is equivalent to copy-paste, not cut-paste.

The past cannot be changed!

However, Hawk had roughly understood why the time loophole here couldn't be automatically repaired and needed manual repair.

The time here didn't have a closed loop.

But he had seen it up to now and hadn't found any traces of being invaded.

Besides.

Even if it was invaded, the enemy should be targeting him, and there was no reason to target Andrew.

Hawk thought in his heart, and then watched Andrew walk toward the alley.

Just as Andrew walked toward the alley, at the other end of the alley, two white men, one tall and one thin, ran in with nervous expressions.

Their eyes met.

"Get lost."

"Fuck."

Andrew stood in place, watching this scene, seemingly a bit dazed.

It was this moment of daze that made the two white men who ran in from the other end misunderstand something. Without a word, they raised their hands directly, pulled the trigger three times in a row, and the bullets hit Andrew.

Andrew fell to the ground, falling into a wet puddle in the alley, his eyes filled with disbelief, but his hands were still clutching the shopping bag he had bought for his son and daughter.

As for the two white men, one tall and one thin, after shooting Andrew, they stepped over Andrew's fallen body, passed by Hawk, who was standing at the entrance of the alley, and ran quickly toward the other end of the street.

Just at this moment.

Two patrol officers also appeared at the entrance of the alley. After getting out of the car and seeing Andrew lying in a pool of blood in the alley, they couldn't help but curse and began calling for support and an ambulance.

But it was already unnecessary.

Because Andrew was already dead.

The only thing to be thankful for was that Andrew didn't feel much pain before he breathed his last.

Hawk also recorded the aura of the white man who fired the shot, withdrew his gaze from the fleeing white man, took one last look at the fallen Andrew, and then turned and left here with a calm expression.

At the same time.

On the roof of a high building one block away from here, where one could look down and see the entire picture of this alley.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, saw the dead Andrew and the leaving drunkard, and his thin, cold lips curled up slightly.

"Does it look good?"

"..."

The middle-aged man's body shook. Hearing the calm voice from behind him, the moment he turned around.

Bang!

Three pairs of wings as white as snow exploded. As he swung his fist at Hawk, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time, the feathers on his wings shot toward Hawk like dense bullets.

Hawk stepped out with his right foot, and with a 'whoosh', he seemed to have suddenly teleported in front of the man, then opened his right hand, hooked the man's neck with his tiger's mouth, and instantly lifted the man from the ground.

The next second.

"Boom—!"

The man's back hit the wall heavily, instantly smashing a human-shaped pit into the wall.

"Birdman!"

Hawk looked at the three pairs of wings behind the man, his eyes narrowed, and infinite murderous intent burst out in his eyes: "Yahweh!"

He had originally thought that the loophole here was something he had imagined in his heart, generated because his subconscious wanted to know who the murderer of Andrew was.

Hawk hadn't even thought about someone invading his timeline.