Chapter 656

"Amy Chloe."

"Real name Amy Oliver."

"Orphan."

"Born in 1973, forty-two this year."

"Social security number..."

"Registered address, Queens, Opes Community..."

"This is her latest registered address."

"However..."

"This address is from a year ago."

Sharon Carter, who was at the S. H. I. E. L. D. hub in New York, looked at the financial status of Amy Chloe displayed on the computer screen: "Eight months ago, Amy Chloe's finances had major problems; she's already bankrupt, and the credit cards under her name have also been frozen."

After coming out of the church, Hawk, who had appeared silently on the side of the road in the Opes community in Queens with his Audi A8, glanced at the dilapidated five-story slum apartment building opposite, responded, said thank you, and hung up the phone.

The next second.

He opened the car door, crossed the road, arrived at the entrance of the slum apartment building, glanced at the building's intercom at the entrance that had been damaged for who knows how long, and pushed open the apartment building's main door and walked in.

The smell of the apartment building and the smell outside were completely as if they were the smells of two different worlds.

However, Hawk, who had sealed his sense of smell, walked along the equally dilapidated stairs, which even creaked when stepped on, toward the fourth floor with a normal expression.

As for why he didn't take the elevator, it wasn't because the elevator here was broken.

The elevator here was fine.

It's just that...

Taking the elevator here required a fee each time; after all, this could be considered a bit of income for the manager of this dilapidated apartment building.

Very soon.

When Hawk walked along the stairs to the corner, the moment his right foot landed again, he had already arrived in a room on the fourth floor, room number 405, which was only about thirty square meters in size.

The room was full of life.

Old.

But very clean.

This reminded Hawk of the house he had seen when he shrunk the timeline and returned to the past.

It's just that, if that house was old but clean, then this apartment had another feeling.

The owner of this apartment seemed to be living in the past.

Some yellowed couple photos, pregnancy photos, and family photos were clipped in equally old photo frames and placed on top of an equally dilapidated floor cabinet.

A plush toy that had almost lost all its fur.

And an old crib that occupied a large position in the corner, even though the apartment wasn't big.

Hawk looked around the apartment layout, which could be seen at a glance, walked to the kitchen bar of the apartment, and saw the counter filled with medicines that could be described as overwhelming.

He walked over and looked at the various medicines on it.

Some bottles were a bit empty, some were not, and just the bottles that hadn't been finished yet were as many as eight varieties.

Just at this moment.

Footsteps sounded outside, and after a while, the sound of a key entering the room made Hawk turn his head to look at the apartment door.

The next second.

A woman.

A woman whose originally golden hair had withered and turned somewhat yellow, whose face was pale, whose lips were somewhat purple, and who looked thinner than the average woman, walked in from outside.

Amy Chloe.

Hawk, who had pushed his small universe to the Gold Universe and once again unlocked a portion of the Reality Stone's computing power, used the Reality Stone's ability to lower his presence to the minimum.

But even if he didn't use the Reality Stone, it actually didn't matter.

Because Amy Chloe had urgent matters at this moment.

After entering the room, Amy Chloe hurriedly closed the door and locked it.

A 'knock, knock, knock' sound instantly rang out.

Amy, who was forty-two years old this year but had been living alone since she was twenty-three, was startled by the abrupt knocking sound, and her already pale face looked even paler.

Hawk looked outside the door, and a man who looked about thirty years old with tattoos on both arms was knocking on the door outside.

The man looked very fierce, but his voice didn't match his appearance.

"Mrs. Chloe."

"Open the door, I'm really not here to urge you for rent."

"Your rent has been unpaid for eight months, and my boss brought people over today. He's not as easy to talk to as I am."

"I told you yesterday, don't come back if you go out today, why didn't you listen."

Vane was very helpless.

Although he was a thug, he was different from those vicious people in the gang; otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent here by his boss to be a manager.

This apartment was managed by their gang.

The owner of the apartment building was also very willing to cooperate with them; after all, other people's money might be delayed, but no one dared to owe the gang's money.

As a result...

Vane thought of Amy Chloe's encounter in the room, so he was somewhat sympathetic, which was why he only urged Amy to pay the rent quickly each time and didn't think about telling his boss.

But a few days ago, he was called over by his boss to check the accounts, and then his boss found out.

Thinking of his boss's cruel methods, Vane came back to his senses, looked at Amy who still wouldn't open the door, and sighed.

"Mrs. Chloe..."

"Is this the place."

"Yes, boss, 405."

Just as Vane intended to let Amy fend for herself, his boss, who looked fierce, had tattoos of the same pattern on both arms, and was wearing a leather jacket, had already brought two strong men, one white and one black, upstairs.

Seeing this, Vane shuddered, thought of Amy, who was over forty, whose husband had died tragically, and whose children had also died, shook his head, put on a smile, and greeted them: "Boss, Mrs. Chloe has already transferred the rent to me..."

"Get lost!"

Vane's boss pushed Vane away directly, walked straight to the door of Amy's apartment, and kicked it.

Hawk frowned as he looked at Amy Chloe, who was leaning against the house with her back, her face pale, clutching her chest, her expression seemingly very painful.

The next second.

He saw the strong man outside raising his foot to kick the door.

The door...

Remained motionless.

What moved was the strong man who kicked the door. The moment the strong man prepared to kick the door, his whole body instantly soared into the air, flew backward, and with a 'boom', smashed into the wall of the apartment corridor.

Vane was stunned.

The two black and white younger brothers who followed the strong man were also stunned.

The strong man who climbed up from the ground shook his head, and although he was a bit puzzled about what was going on, he still walked quickly and kicked the door again.

Boom!

This time, there was no surprise; the door was kicked open by the strong man in response.

And then—

The strong man frowned as he looked at Hawk, who was holding a weak old lady in the apartment.